A/N: Have you ever had a dream where you run, but you're still too slow so you try to run faster but you just go slower? Those are messed up dreams. Well. I decided to write about that I guess. And many of the other strange dreams I have.

I crawled across the floor from the couch to the beside table, and opened the drawer to grab the flashlight Muraki hid in there incase the power went out (he's afraid of the dark. Ha!). I found it under a bunch of God knows what, I dont really want to know, and pulled it out slowly. I stood up and pointed it at my face while trying to find the button to turn it on, you can guess what happened next. It turned on and the light went right in my eyes.

"Fuck!" I whispered to myself as I rubbed my eyes. "That hurt! Now, where are my clothes?" I pointed the flashlight at the floor and followed the little cirlce of light, all the way down the hallway and into the bathroom. "I'm a messy house guest, erm, hostage." I picked up my clothes and quietly put them on.

I slowly crept back down the hallway and passed Muraki's room and into the front room and grabbed my jacket. I was going to escape. Why I didn't think of this sooner, I'm not sure, but the idea is in my head now, so I'm going to do it. I unlocked the door slowly and as quietly as I could, but opened it quickly to avoid any squeaking that might wake Muraki up. I exited the house and closed the door behind me, put the flashlight in my pocket and ran as fast as I could down the street.

"I cant go back to Tsuzuki, that's the first place Muraki will look. But then again, Muraki might be smart enough to know that I would think that's the first place he would go, there for not go there. But then again he might not be. Oh screw it, I'm not going back to Tsuzuki's." I continued running down the street at full speed, no stopping. I ran into an ally and slammed my back against the wall and caught my breath. Noises started coming from the darker parts of the ally, sounded like foot steps. Lots of them. I let myself slide down the wall until I hit the ground and lowered my head between my knee's with one hand in my hair, the other in my pocket, clutching the flash light.

"Hey punk. What are you doing out so late? Sissy boy." A figure emerged from the darkness. His hair was black and slicked back like an 80's bad boy. He was wearing a leather jacket with lots of buckles and torn jeans.

"Shove off, loser. Little kids like you arent wanted around these parts." Another piped up from behind him, not showing himself.

I pulled the flashlight out of my pocket and pointed it where the voice had come from. there was no one there.

"What's the matter, afraid of the light?"

"Boss doesn't like to be seen." The man in front said.

"I think 'Boss' should be a man and fight his own battles. Not get incompetent assholes like you to do it for him."

"Oh, but I do fight my own battles." The voice came from behind me. I spun around and pointed the flash light in all directions, there was no one there. "I just hate getting bloody, that's all." I spun back around and the other guy was gone. I turned back around to get out of that ally, and saw a 2 x 4 headed straight for my face.

WHAM!

Everything went black and I fell to the ground.

I woke up in a dark room that smelled like ass, seriously. My whole body felt numb and I couldnt move.

"Damnit..." I heard some buzzing come from infront of me and a little red light flashed and all the lights came flashing on one by one. The walls were painted white with speckles and the odd blotch of red. A door opened to the side of me and a man entered. He was dressed in a suit like a surgen. Blue paper looking shirt and pants, face mask, stupid little hat. A women followed, pushing a cart with a bunch of tools upon it. Looked like surgery tools.

"What you want me do with him, boss?"

"I dont care, just have fun with it." The man chuckled and picked up what looked like a knife off the cart the women had wheeled in.

He put it to my cheek and lightly dragged it along, all the while leaning in way too close for my liking. If I could have moved, I would have kicked his ass. He moved away, thank god, and dragged the knife lightly down my chest and leg, all the way to my foot. My left foot. I felt I had enough energy to lift my head and see what he was doing and saw the knife he was weilding go right through my foot.

My vision started to fade and everything went black again.

After what seemed like hours, I opened my eyes, heart pounding, to find that I wasn't in the white room. The lights were out, but I could still see perfectly. I wasn't numb like before. I looked down at my foot, no sign of any cuts what-so-ever. I figured it must have just been a dream and I could feel my heart slowing down. I looked all around the room, there were no doors, or any other way to get out of the room. Only a barred window.

I hopped off of whatever I had been laying on, I think it was a table, not too sure, didnt really pay too much attention to it, and walked to the wall and put my hand on it, and began dragging it along the wall, feeling for cracks or any signs of how I might have even got in there. Nothing. I was stuck in there.

"God damnit. What the hell is going on lately!" I put my back on the wall and let myself slide to the floor. "Everything is just so fucked up, likes it not even really happening..."

AN: OOOOOOOO I have weird dreams, huh? Keep reading, I swear it'll all make sence in the end. And if it doesnt, just tell me and I'll explain it to you...when the story is done.