Ch. 2 Repetition of a Nightmare

"Dad! I'm going to bed, ok?" I yelled to my father.
"Alright, just don't sleep in too late!" He replied. I didn't give him an answer, I didn't really feel the need to. He knew what I was going to say.
"Why can't I stop thinking about that . . . thing?" I thought aloud. What was he? Where did he come from? Where did he go? . . .These were all just fragments of the things, the questions, running through my mind. As I lay there on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I just had to . . . look into the mirror again. I hoped not to see the strange red-eyed creature, and yet . . . I needed to once again. My curiosity was raging, and thrashing about inside of me. I had to get it out. I got up from my bed, and wandered over to my dresser with the mirror that I had seen the strange green red-eyed creature before. I could tell it was a male . . . I think.
"Come on . . . Show yourself. Come out. Come on . . .Come out again!" I said, not really talking to him . . . kind of . . . thinking to myself I suppose. I waited, and waited . . . About twenty minutes had passed, and despite my eagerness . . . nothing. I sighed and gave up after about thirty minutes. I lay back down on my bed, and thought again. Staring at the ceiling like always. A yawn escaped my mouth, and then I realized that I was terribly sleepy. I got up, took my clothes off, and went to bed. I couldn't help but think that I had forgotten to do something, but I had done everything to get ready for bed a little bit ago . . . perhaps, something else? No . . . I had done everything that I needed to do for the day. Oh well. I didn't mind it after that, and drifted off to sleep.
"Yes, sir. I have everything that you asked for." I said to someone sitting in front of a large computer system. It looked like technology that you would see in a most advanced lab.
"And the 'problem'?" A voice said to me. I suppose it was the man in the chair in front of the computers.
"He is . . . Taken care of, sir." I replied.
"Good. Then, shall we get started?" The way his voice sounded . . . it is as if the voice itself were smiling. "After all, it would be a pity to start without you." I could still hear the smirk in his voice.
"Oh, yes sir! Whenever you are ready, I am." I replied with what sounded like a cheerful, yet nervous voice. I looked around, noticing the strangeness of this place. It felt so familiar. So . . . strangely familiar. Like I had known every inch of it since I was born. It was dark, and distorted. A laboratory.. It had to be a laboratory. Far more advanced than my father's.
"Good. Go prepare the H.F.M.C. reactor." He said. Just then, my brain reacted. 'H.F.M.C. reactor - High Frequency Mind Combusting reactor.'
"Yes, sir." I bowed and ran off through the lab. I got to a large machine and saw a switch. Just as I began to pull it, a hand came over my mouth, and I was grabbed.
"I can't let you do this. You won't." The voice said as I began to struggle. I bit down on his hand.
"No! Stop it! You can't! Don't!" I screamed and his hand recovered my mouth, making sure to cover all of it so that I couldn't bite down this time. I tried to scream again, but it came out as a muffled whine. My hands were bound behind my back, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down only to find a needle sticking into me. My entire body began to feel heavy and I was helpless to hold myself up. A great pain surged through my back and head now. He released me and I fell forward onto the machine and my arms hit some exposed gears.
"AAAAaaaah!" I sat up quickly, panting and shaking harshly. I lifted wiped the sweat from my face.
"The same dream . . ." I said to myself and then noticed it again. "That smell . . . Am I bleeding again!?" I looked down to my hands and noticed, yes, I was. I was bleeding again, but this time, it was worse. It was now on my lower arms as well, not just my wrists. I quickly ran into the bathroom to wash it off again. I had no need to do the test another time, I knew that the blood was mine already. Once again, as the water poured over my skin . . . "No cutes. Untouched." I said to myself. What is with this stupid dream? Somehow, I felt that it could be connected to the red-eyed person in the mirror. But how? I just couldn't figure this out. I went back into my room, and noticed the blood all over my sheets. Lucky for me, they were black, so father most likely won't notice. I got back in bed, and stared at the ceiling for a few good hours, lost in a deep thought. I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep tonight after that again.
As it got light out, I head the front door open. It was probably father, but I got on my night robe and went downstairs just in case.
"What are you doing up so early?" He questioned.
"Oh, I woke up and . . . couldn't get back to sleep." I smiled, making him think it was just another sleeping phase that I was going through.
"Alright then, just make sure you get enough sleep this time. Wouldn't want to have to take you to the hospital again. But if you need them, the sleeping pills are in the cabinet just in case." He said.
"Alright." I smiled again and went back upstairs as he went to his lab. I went to the bathroom and stood there in front of the mirror. I stared at it, thinking about the cuts, looking at my hands when my eyes darkened for a moment. Wondering what was going on, I looked up at my face . . .and there he was. The same red-eyed creature that stood as my reflection once before. My eyes widened as I stared at the evil smirk upon his face, his horrifying eyes . . . and the strange color of his skin. "Wh- who are you?" I barely formed the words to make this sentence, and strained to say it. "T-tell me! Who are you!?" I got louder this time. I leaned forward and my hand lifted to touch the mirror. A small snicker was heard, not one that sounded like the giggle of a small child, no. One that sounded of the laugh of a mad man. The green, red-eyed being's lips moved, but not a word was heard, and he disappeared. The room lightened to its normal hue, and I was left standing before the mirror in an overwhelmed state of curiosity. I stood up strait again and looked to the floor in disappointment. I had hoped to touch him . . . I had wanted to talk with him. But no, I was denied of this. I tried to remember what his mouth looked like when he talked. I tried to remember what his lips looked like, to see if I could read what he was saying, but no. I was too pre-occupied with his eyes to pay enough attention. I put my hand on my head in frustration and noticed . . . That I was . . .
"Bleeding again?" I questioned. But . . . how . . . I washed the blood from my arms, hands, and wrists again. I knew it. He was connected to my dreams. Once again, untouched. No cuts at all. No gashes, no little scrapes. Nothing. I had to get to the bottom of this. . . I had to figure this out.

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