As I look through the door at the new rows of pipes only the sound of dripping water reaches my ears. No more claws on metal, no more screams from dying girls, just my heart pounding and the water dripping. I turn around facing nothing but a bottomless pit, I'm standing right on the edge of it. Freaked out, I take a step back knocking into something. I turn around to face the man in the hat, his horribly burnt face sneering at me.
"Hey kid have a nice trip."
He says in his rough voice as he pushes me in to the darkness, falling like a ton bricks, ready to hit the ground, but the ground never comes. I hit my bed, staring up at the roof, relief hits me, as I realize it was all a dream. My mom calling me for breakfast in the distance. I run down stairs still in my night clothes, hungry as a pig, I sit at the table while my mom finishes up at the stove. She hands me a plate of sausage I start chomping on them greedily not wanting to waste one morsel.
"Well at least someones getting eattin' around here god knows your father won't eat me."
Bile raises in my throat. As I raise my head I see what's left of my father in the sink, this causes me to vomit. I look up at my mother who's now donning a brown hat. She advances on me, spreading her fingers, blades spring from her finger tips. Leaving trails of blood down the knives. I fall back in my chair and hit the ground. I look up to see the horribly burnt man looking down at me, he raises his claws to strike. My alarm clock goes off in the distance and I wake up safely in bed. I get dressed and go to school... not hungry.
Walking down the hall at school I spot Jazz talking to a girl of mixed ethnicity, long curly brown hair and hazel eyes all and all she looks real nice.
"Hey Jazz."
"Devlo, Hows it goin' man? Oh yeah you haven't meet my better half have you, this is Nadia."
"Hello Nadia."
"Hi Devlo, Jazz tells me your new. How do you like are town so far?"
"Its ok, I've been having some weird dreams as of late but other then that I'm fine."
At the words weird dreams their faces drain of color.
"Um man what cha' mean weird dreams?"
"I don't know, some dude with a hat and claws chasing me, thats all."
"Shit man, I've been dreamin' of the same exact guy."
Nadia looks at both of use.
"Yeah me to."
"when did your dreams start?"
"About four months ago, after the slaughter of those students."
"Thats about when mine started too."
"Slaughter?"