Mr. Christmas
My dream started off with a dark mirrored hallway. In every mirror I saw my reflection, only it wasn't really me. Or was it? It was a full blood female Yautja looking back at me. The eyes, they were mine! So it was me… The mirrors turned to images that almost seemed to be moving. One in particular both disturbed and excited me. It was of that Yautja self of mine roaring in victory over a pile of bones and corpses holding the still bloody skull and spine of… a human! I shuddered and realized that the mirrors were fading and the very floor was shifting. I reached into the blackness to grab something, anything, to keep myself from falling. I grabbed something soft as I closed my eyes from dizziness. I heard a cruel laugh as I fell on my butt and let go of whatever I had previously in my grasp. The laughter angered me and I opened my eyes to see none other than the burnt man leering at me, arms crossed over his chest acting all too smug. The next second he was a foot away from me. He bent down and lifted my chin with what appeared to be one of the blades he had previously stabbed me with which I now realized was fashioned with the other blades to look like claws.
He spoke in a gruff and hoarse voice. "So the little piggy came back. Couldn't stay away from me huh?" He laughed.
I growled, grabbed his arm and began squeezing it until he yelled in pain. I was unable to break his arm as I realized I was now squeezing nothing but air. Where had he gone? I stood up and surveyed my surroundings, searching for Mr. Christmas. I felt a sharp pain in my back and roared. I didn't wake up this time. I fell forward as I heard him laughing. My blood dripped from me in its fluorescent green color that I had inherited from my father's side.
"What the hell?" I could hear the surprise in the man's voice and I laughed, getting back on my feet to face him.
"I have no idea who or what you are mister but you're fucking with the wrong girl." I could feel my blood already clotting around the wound which meant it would be healed in no time.
He growled and lunged at me.
"Too slow," I stated as I sidestepped him and raked my claws against his back.
He kept trying to land hits and would cut me slightly every now and then. I simply grinned, my blood pumping from the excitement of this fight. This was much more fun than fighting against my peers. Usually that was for honor and they were very weak but this was made personal and I wondered how his skull would look mounted on my wall. I realized what I was thinking and shook my head, appalled. My braids hit my face which gave him a chance to leap on and pin me to the floor. He smirked and raised his claws about to finish what he had started but I caught his hand and realized his claws were nothing more than a glove that he must have made himself. That's when I began to fade and could hear him yelling, "No! Not again! I'm gonna kill you, you fucking little piggy!"
I woke up to the bus driver shaking me, apparently I had bled through my shirt which had freaked some students out and they had notified him. I grumbled and said I would be fine, it was just a glow stick that had burst. It seemed that we were at school now and I got off the bus and started my day, my back bothering me every now and then.
