Amelie's Point of View (dream world)

I woke up to agonizing pain that courses through my body. Was was this? If I was dreaming, then I shouldn't feel pain. I sat up and looked around the room. This looked like a surgeon's room. I attempted to lift my hands, but they seemed stuck to these panels.

"Myrnin? Anyone?" I called. No-one. There is always no-one. "Oliver?" Even he didn't show up. I attempted to pull my hands off the panels, but they are stuck tight. I needed to see outside; though there was nothing to look at. I imagined windows and then looked behind me.

Outside, the sky had changed to an light orange to almost red colour. That couldn't be good. Unless it was getting dark? This couldn't be good.

I felt like I was running out of time. I pulled again, but still nothing which led me to a rather grim conclusion: this might hurt. Well it would. Drawing on my strength, I yanked up my hand my skin tearing a blood pouring. I didn't yell or scream; I had been through worse. I yanked up my other hand and got off the table.

My hands healed in seconds, but there was already a pool of blood on the floor and dripping down from the table. I needed more blood but didn't want to drink any here. I imagined the door and then went through it to outside.

I needed to wake up. I am certain this is a dream, though a part of my mind says this is real.

"Hello?" I call out. Bright light besides me. I shield my eyes.

"You are trapped here. You must get out; this world will cease to exist when the sky turns the deepest black." it said.

"How did I get out? Where's Oliver?"

"He is not Oliver. This place was manifested for you. He is a demon, imprisoned here for all eternity. We seek to destroy him. You must escape and he will be teleported back here."

"How do I get out, though? You never answered." I said, glancing up at the sky.

"You say this is a dream. This is correct, in a way. This world exists nowhere. You must wake up. You must find a way to contact those outside of this dream. The demon has used you to get to the real world."

"How do I wake up?" I asked the bright light which began to fade. "Please don't leave! How do I wake up?"

"I have told you. Remember, you must leave before the sky turns the darkest black." And the bright light disappeared completely.

Myrnin's Point of View

After Oliver's attack, I went back to Amelie's side. The bag has emptied and I took it out. She is quiet, but I do wish she would say something.

"How can you recover from that? He basically crushed your neck." Claire said, needlessly worrying about me.

"Never mind that. Stay here and umm... Call me if she says anything." I said then thought better of it. "Actually, I will stay and you go and find out how the robot is doing."

"What? Why? She might try to bite me or kill me or something." Claire whined.

"She won't. She already had her fill of blood, so you will be fine. Now go." I shooed her out. Claire huffed and left, collecting her bag. I hoped she didn't have stakes in there; they would be no use against a robot... Maybe.

I turned back to Amelie and smoothed her hair out for what must have been the countless time. "Please say something." I touched her face and sighed.

"Myrnin..." I heard her whisper, faintly, but I heard her.

"I'm here." I held her hand.

"Running... Out of... time. Wake up." She whispered. This surprised me. She usually just said my name or just a random amount of words.

"Where are you? Why are you running out of time? I tried waking you, I'm sorry." I squeezed her hand.

"Sky turns black... You must find demon." She whispered quieter this time.

"What demon? What does he look like? Amelie, stay with me!" I squeezed her hand tighter.

Amelie still whispered and I bent down to hear her.

"Oliver. Demon. Hurry." She whispered, before she fell quiet. I straightened and mulled over what she said.

Maybe she was having a nightmare? I mean I had always disliked Oliver, but I never really thought of him as a demon. Or maybe this was another one of her ramblings?

Then again, she could be telling the truth. This demon could be in the shape of Oliver. What was I supposed to do? Break his neck or something? I sighed, sitting down on the bed.

I wondered how Claire was getting on. I didn't know what else to do. I had disassembled and reassembled the invention multiple times but nothing has worked, and I couldn't find anything that went wrong. Or maybe it wasn't the invention but this demon making her stay asleep?

Claire's Point of View

Walking up to Founder's Square, felt like walking up the steps to be hanged. That's what it felt like to me. I knew robots could get glitches and want to kill everyone. Maybe this was Myrnin's way of getting rid of me. I almost didn't push open the door at that thought. But I had to know, I couldn't exactly make it up and say everything's peachy, as I am a terrible liar.

So I pushed open the door and saw the vampire version of CSI. There were 4 vampires dead with silver stakes in their chest and some decapitated. I felt bile rise in my throat. I sidestepped the blood and ran upstairs.

When I reached Amelie's office, I bit my lip and pushed open the door. Inside the robot had pinned the guards to the wall with a spikey wooden pole and the robot had just finished draining a human which was added to the pile of 5.

"Claire. How nice to see you." She said. I nodded and extreme impulse to run.

"Um... Yeah. I came to see how you... uh, were." The robot smiled.

"I am very good. Where is Myrnin?"

"He's... Out of town at the moment." I said, wringing my hands nervously.

"Oliver came by. He didn't seem to happy with me. Why? He' supposed to love me. Why doesn't he love me?"

I shrugged. "He has an off day." I looked around. "Why have you done that to the guards?" The robots head moved smoothly but mechanically towards them. Then back to me.

"They seek to deactivate me." she said.

"Maybe that would be a good idea? I mean-" I didn't get to finish off my sentence, as I was pushed towards the wall and slammed against it, stars clouding my vision and getting a cracking headache. The robot appeared in front of me.

"No-one deactivates me."

"Of-of course not." I stammered. "But maybe you shouldn't kill so many people." Amelie grabbed my neck and panic set in but I shook it off. "You can't do this!"

"Why ever not?"

"Because, if the guy or Myrnin did this right, then you see me as a daughter and would never hurt me." I hoped with everything I was right. When the robot released her grip I almost fainted with relief.

"I'm sorry, Claire."

"It's fine. But try not kill anymore people. And let the guards free." The robot stared at me then her eyes went deathly red.

"No."