A reoccurring dream hit me as I was knocked out laying spread eagle on the cobblestone of a German town I had once belonged to. I was a little kid in Germany, on my bicycle. I was riding down a long hill with wind blowing through my blue fur. We were doing a tour in Germany at the time and I was about eight years old. By then I was a great star. I rode down the hill thinking about the day ahead. First I had my free time to do anything, and then it was performance. Then my mom and I were going to go into Bremen and buy a new suite for me. I was excited because me and my family were going to go to church like normal people. I just hoped people wouldn't make fun of me, I mean, they always did. Then I was having dinner over at Hunny's trailer. She was the web-footed girl in our circus act. I had always liked her and I always had a feeling she felt the same way.
I was happy for the day that was coming by but as I was riding, I couldn't stop. I just kept going and going. The hill was getting steeper and I was going faster. I got scared and held the handlebars. I tried to stop but it just wouldn't work. It didn't even slow me down. I kept going and the hill kept getting steeper. Finally I was at a vertical drop. I wanted to port up but I knew I would just break my legs when I landed. I got heavier and I went faster down. My bike eventually disappeared and I was all alone, falling. I fell into a spider web. It was dark and I couldn't see. I looked up and saw that Hunny was stuck in it also. Then I saw a spider. I large juicy one slowly making its way toward Hunny. I tried to get out to save her but I was stuck in the sticky web. I saw Hunny get the blood sucked from her body. I screamed and screamed. I wiggled but I couldn't get out. The spider got closer to me, blood dripping from its throngs. I could hear it breathe and smell Hunny's blood on him. I was crying and sobbing. It wasn't because I was going to die, it was because Hunny was already dead. It pounced toward me making the web jiggle. It landed next to me and closed in on me. It got closer and closer looking at me with its 800 beady black eyes. I had to get out but all was hopeless.
I woke up with a sharp pain in my head. I got up noticing that my blue fur had turned red. Blood was dripping from me. I looked at the sidewalk and noticed all the burned houses. The people were lying on the street with blood all over them. Some were missing arms and others had their heads smashed in. I looked around me determined not to cry. One thing was on my mind, why hadn't they killed me? It made no sense. Something seemed weird though. When I went down the scene was exactly the same. The bodies were in the exact same place they had been when I had been attacked. Maybe whoever controls them called them away right when they knocked me unconscious. Just my luck. I walked around the dead bodies seeing the goblins I killed. I looked at them feeling sad that I had killed them. They died at my hands. It was a living thing that deserved to live as much as anyone and I destroyed it, took its life force. I looked at my hands and saw them stained with blood of the creatures. I reminded myself I was helping the community. I was helping preserve life by taking it. The streets looked like they had been painted red.
I looked around and saw my key to destroying these monsters. One was still alive, it just had a broken leg. It woke up when I did and it was squirming along. I grabbed it by the leg and flipped it upside down. I first spoke to it in German.
"Where is your head-quarters?" it didn't understand me. I repeated myself in English. It responded in gibberish. I shook it and it still responded in gibberish. It understood English but couldn't speak it. That was a clue whoever owned it spoke English.
"You leg is hurt. Let me mend it. When that is done, show me to your hideout," I felt bad for it. It looked sad because it couldn't communicate and it also looked mad because his friends had left him behind. I ported to the hospital where we both could heal.
I was happy for the day that was coming by but as I was riding, I couldn't stop. I just kept going and going. The hill was getting steeper and I was going faster. I got scared and held the handlebars. I tried to stop but it just wouldn't work. It didn't even slow me down. I kept going and the hill kept getting steeper. Finally I was at a vertical drop. I wanted to port up but I knew I would just break my legs when I landed. I got heavier and I went faster down. My bike eventually disappeared and I was all alone, falling. I fell into a spider web. It was dark and I couldn't see. I looked up and saw that Hunny was stuck in it also. Then I saw a spider. I large juicy one slowly making its way toward Hunny. I tried to get out to save her but I was stuck in the sticky web. I saw Hunny get the blood sucked from her body. I screamed and screamed. I wiggled but I couldn't get out. The spider got closer to me, blood dripping from its throngs. I could hear it breathe and smell Hunny's blood on him. I was crying and sobbing. It wasn't because I was going to die, it was because Hunny was already dead. It pounced toward me making the web jiggle. It landed next to me and closed in on me. It got closer and closer looking at me with its 800 beady black eyes. I had to get out but all was hopeless.
I woke up with a sharp pain in my head. I got up noticing that my blue fur had turned red. Blood was dripping from me. I looked at the sidewalk and noticed all the burned houses. The people were lying on the street with blood all over them. Some were missing arms and others had their heads smashed in. I looked around me determined not to cry. One thing was on my mind, why hadn't they killed me? It made no sense. Something seemed weird though. When I went down the scene was exactly the same. The bodies were in the exact same place they had been when I had been attacked. Maybe whoever controls them called them away right when they knocked me unconscious. Just my luck. I walked around the dead bodies seeing the goblins I killed. I looked at them feeling sad that I had killed them. They died at my hands. It was a living thing that deserved to live as much as anyone and I destroyed it, took its life force. I looked at my hands and saw them stained with blood of the creatures. I reminded myself I was helping the community. I was helping preserve life by taking it. The streets looked like they had been painted red.
I looked around and saw my key to destroying these monsters. One was still alive, it just had a broken leg. It woke up when I did and it was squirming along. I grabbed it by the leg and flipped it upside down. I first spoke to it in German.
"Where is your head-quarters?" it didn't understand me. I repeated myself in English. It responded in gibberish. I shook it and it still responded in gibberish. It understood English but couldn't speak it. That was a clue whoever owned it spoke English.
"You leg is hurt. Let me mend it. When that is done, show me to your hideout," I felt bad for it. It looked sad because it couldn't communicate and it also looked mad because his friends had left him behind. I ported to the hospital where we both could heal.