Dreamland
Chapter Three: Where

"Uh, I suppose I don't, not really." I smile. I'm not sure why I smile, I might as well die happy, I suppose. I'd really rather not die at all, if you don't mind sir.

"No one is going to hurt you." Well, that's good news, isn't it? I would really hate to get killed without any knowledge if anyone would miss me.

"I'm lost." They very well may be dishonest, but they can't run forever. Not a single person can, their legs would get sore and bleed. Keep running forever, my friend, quit trying to die. It's a waste of time and your meat will not feed many, so keep living and kill.

"Where do you wish to go? There are dreams, there are memories, and there are thoughts. Then there are combinations of the three. You may go to nightmares, to childhood, if you look hard enough you may feel the future."

Why on earth are you so helpful? It doesn't make much sense, are you an angel or a demon that ate a guardian? "I shan't hurt you. I wish for you to leave as much as you do."

"So you claim." Fine, it was rude and after all this person had done nothing to me, but everything shall be well. All shall be well, shall be well, and can't just stop.

"Confused aren't you? You don't belong in here, you belong out there. Stay in here too long and you'll fade and die."

"Who are you?"

"You and I are part of the same mind." He, her, whoever's voice grew tense in a moment. "Something has gotten in." She/ he said it, not as a question, nor as a comment, but a simple soft declaration.

"Should we run?"
What I expected, actually I believe it is the masculine portion of this place so I shall continue to call it he, to say, was no. That he would go fight it off, that this just happened sometimes. I am a newcomer, so I am unwise of this place, so how would I know how to fight it off?

However, the answer was horrifically scary. "Yes."

The silence was thick enough to pierce with a sword.

I knew not of where to go, where to hide. I would run 'til the blood ran thick down my legs, but not be safe. I would fly to the edges of the world, but I believe it is me that this thing is after, so by rights I would need to protect myself.

"Where to go...where to go..."

"Go to the memories," the voice was getting ever-quieter and farther away, "the people there will help you."

"You mean..." She diverted his eyes from the man dressed in black.

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."
"Well, glad that's settled." She said, and then stared at the sidewalk for a full minute. "DAMN IT!" She slammed her foot into the ground, only to scream louder a second later as she cradled her foot against her body.

"Sango..." His voice was light as he realized he was sailing straight into dangerous waters.

"What?" She whirled around and faced him.

"Well...erm...you see..."

"Spit it out, Miroku."

"We might be able to get to her."

"How the hell could we do that?"

"Well, maybe if we could go to sleep and-"

"We'd end up in our dreamworlds, not her- oh, wait a minute."

Wordlessly she took out a viciously-looking wooden weapon and leapt on a nearby...Well, neither of them were quite sure what it was. It looked like some sort of sick cross between a praying mantis, lion, and zebra. We'll just stick with thing.

It let out a terrible shriek as she slammed her weapon into its head, it let lose a terrible shriek then turned into dust.

Neither of the people looked as though they seemed remotely alarmed by that.

"Well, maybe, but-"

"What do you mean? She's in a place where we can't touch her, and it's full of damn nightmares-"

"Listen. If we went to sleep and she was dreaming about us..."

"And the odds of that are? Allow to give you a hint: Not high enough. Damn it, if we're out long enough and let" she gestured to a bird-cat that had just flown over their head, "these things run rampant, who knows what kind of damage they could do!"

"We have to try. She's worth the risk, she's pretty damn valuable."

"I know..."

"Please?"

Oh, no. She recognized that tone. She knew exactly what it meant. "I'm not looking!" she sang happily.

"Please? Of course I'm not doing that..."

"Liar."

"True enough. Fine then. We won't go after her."

"Good." Sango whirled around to see... "Damn you." she muttered ferociously. It was the puppy face. No blue-blooded person could resist the puppy dog face, herself included. After roughly fifteen seconds, she caved. "Fine. But only one at a time."

She was rewarded with a huge grin and of course... "HENTAI!" Some people never learn.

Especially stupid perverts.

'Go to the memories.' Why, aren't you just he most helpful coward in the world? The memories are more than useless; at least my guide was kind enough to take me to the memories.

Not that they aren't interesting, as full of bright wrappers, babies, and softness as they are. But I don't want to be here, I want to leave, right now if you don't mind.

Here is one right now:

A long-haired chocolate-eyed, all-around pretty girl gave Dream Me a pitying look. Dream Me cries quietly. "Oh, now it's going to be okay. I know, I'm not terribly happy either, but at least I know I'll find what I'm looking for."

Still she sobbed.

But in the midst of her soothing and crooning words something odd happens. This girl, Sango was her name, stopped looking at dream me and looked right at the actual me.
"Kagome..."

I back away; she might very well be the thing that got in. Her eyes soften, and then widen. "You don't remember a thing, do you?"

Well, there you go. I hope you all can forgive me for being such a horrible authoress and taking forever to update. I think this chapter is longer...