Hey guys! Just a note before we start, the nightmare Morro has in this chapter is actually the nightmare I had last night (7/5/17) except in My point of view. I had an original idea fr this chapter, which was gonna be Morro's sixth birthday, but I'm changing that to the next chapter because i had an idea regarding dreams. I won't tell you cause that'll spoil a lot of the story. Bear with me, i only have a few more notes. All of the dreams Morro will have in the story will be my exact dreams in his POV. The beginning of the chapter doesnt tie in with the nightmare, but its funny. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 4- The Nightmare
"Morro Harper Grant, please report to the principal's office immediately." Said a voice over the intercom. Morro gulped in fear. Was he in trouble for the prank? How did the principal know about it already? "Bye-bye person fingy!" said Jaylynn as Morro walked away. Everyone else went outside for 'recess'. Morro walked down the hallway wondering which door was the principal's door. He thought it should be obvious, but every door looked exactly alike. Then it struck him; the principal was so obsessed with himself, he would make the door look better than all the others. With this new information in mind, Morro kept walking down the hall keeping an eye open for the right door. He finally found it. He walked in.
"Morro...?" said the principal. "Yes….? I'm here. Is there something I can do for you?" Morro asked, terrified. "So, I've heard you have skipped class to pull a prank on Fedrick Nelson…?" So that was his name… but he still wondered how the principal found out so quickly. "Y..yes sir. I did…" Morro admitted. "Do you know what we teach here, Grant?" The principal asked. "Umm… you teach people how to be evil, right?" Morro guessed, considering what the teacher told him that morning. "Mhmm. Do you know what else we teach here?" the principal asked. Morro didn't know, so he guessed again. "Umm… to defeat your enemy with the art of revenge?" The principal stared at Morro shocked; nobody had ever guessed that before. "Very good, Grant. But that's not my…" Morro then interrupted. "It's Morro. Not Grant." "Well, Grant is your last name, and here we call students by their last name. As I was saying, that's not my point. We also teach to respect those with higher authority over you. Ditching class is showing the opposite of that action. If I hear one more time that you are trying to pull something like that, we will have to punish you. Am I understood?" Morro nodded. The principal stared into Morro's eyes. It felt like his dark, grey, empty eyes were piercing right into his soul. The principal made Morro cry from the pressure. When he was satisfied, he let Morro go outside to join the others for the two-hour long 'recess'.
When he got outside, there was a group of three boys and Jaylynn waiting for him. No, that's not all the people at the school. Lots of other boys were playing outside and bullying each other. "So, you're the amazing Morro Harper Grant, huh?" a boy asked as Morro stepped outside. "I wouldn't call myself amazing…" Morro stated. "What do you mean you wouldn't call yourself amazing?! You doughed Fedrick Nelson! He's only the schools baddest, most popular kid! He's technically everyone's idol!" another boy explained. What is doughing? Morro thought, Is that what I did? "Yup!" Jaylynn replied, as if reading Morro's thoughts. "Anyway, if you're gonna be a big prankster like us, you're gonna need to know names. I am Greyson Patrick. I'm the leader of our…say, clique." Greyson said proudly. "I'm Jayson Nelson, Fedrick's brother." Jayson said embarrassed. "I'm Mayson Harvard. Before you ask, yes, we are the biggest pranking group society thing in the school." Mayson smirked. "And it's a rare thing when we just simply ask someone to be in our clique. So, do you except, or not?" Greyson added. "I… do. And, you forgot Jaylynn." Morro remarked. Everyone looked over at Jaylynn, who's hands and face were sticky from donuts, and she wore a scowl upon her face. The boys laughed. "Well, you already know her…" Jayson said. "Anyway, now that we've got that cleared up, welcome to the crew, Morro Harper Gra-" "I'd prefer just Morro." Morro stated. "Oh… right. Well, welcome to the crew, just Morro." The four (this is counting Jaylynn) accepted Morro like a brother.
Later that evening, Morro decided to skip dinner; the food was terrible. Him being only 5 years old, went straight to bed. He lay down, closed his eyes, and fell into a peaceful sleep. It didn't stay peaceful for long…
(Warning: Some dark content)
Morro got off the ground. Where was he? This was a cold and dark world. He noticed bullets and abandoned rifles on the ground. He somehow felt that he had a task. This dream seemed somewhat familiar, as if he'd seen it before. That is because he did… but what had changed? He heard a dog barking. That was it. There was more than one living thing in this cruel and hostile world, although it was just the two of them. Morro only remembered this dream vividly. He remembered his task was to get a key… with HIS name on it. He had failed that task the last time. He felt like he was forgetting something. It was sad that he felt more comfortable holding a loaded gun with a few bullets at hand. He had found it on the ground. He went with his gut and looked for the key before something terrible were to happen. The dog followed him as well, to his comfort and satisfaction. Now to look around. If he were to hide a key, where would he put it? He walked.
Eventually, Morro looked inside a flipped over rusty car. He opened a compartment in the passenger seat and saw a key. The label was scratched off partially, but he could see it had his name. He began to hurry in the direction of a building. He crawled through cars looking for more bullets and maybe a new rifle. One less violent. Was that even possible? He saw old helmets, oxygen tanks, and some uniforms. The sky was getting darker. Was it evening already? He finally came upon an almost abandoned garage with a scared army general inside.
Morro called out to the man and slid the key across the ground to him. The man didn't take it. He appeared to be hurriedly creating something. Morro slid him the gun as well. He didn't know why, but it felt wrong to do so. The man finished. Morro then remembered the important thing he forgot. The man was making a serum to turn himself into a monster… as an experiment. He was not supposed to give him the rifle. The man screamed in pain as the serum consumed him. He turned into the beast and saw Morro. Unarmed, 5-year-old Morro. Morro ran for his life. He turned back and saw the dog didn't make it. He cried as he saw his dog companion's life consumed. Literally. Morro found a room and locked himself in. He remembered the terror of his dream the last time. He cried knowing what was to happen next. He was to be killed. He held his breath as he heard the beast storm…. Away from the door? That didn't happen last time. He didn't die! He didn't- The wall broke down revealing the beast looking straight into Morro's eyes. Morro picked up a stray gun and shot all five bullets at the beast at once. It had no affect. The beast lunged at him.
Morro screamed as he awoke, luckily not waking anyone. He looked at the digital clock on the wall. 7:15 a.m. He got up much earlier than he would've liked to. He was too afraid to lie down and sleep again, so he got up crying and walked down the hall. He walked into the cafeteria to see one sight he never thought he'd see again.