Prank call
Chapter three
That nights dream started just like all the others. She was in a endless dark nothingness. It seemed as if the darkness itself tried to suffocate her. She was trying to get somewhere but no matter how much she tried, she didn't seem to get anywhere.
Suddenly something gleamed evilly in the darkness. It reached for her, trying to rip her open. She barely ducked it's claws and it seemed to have ripped up the darkness where she had been standing.
A tiny light, clear as the day, became a point to reach in this endless darkness. She tried to get past whatever it was that had just tried to kill her, but it wouldn't let her through and she suddenly understood that this was the only way out of this endless nothing.
She once again reached for the light, putting all her strength into this. She was going to make it, she just knew. The light was just by her fingers. Just as she reached it, she felt a sharp pain in her side.
The dream changed completely.
She was sitting in a room. The room was nice, it's walls and furniture clad in colors that gave a sense of peace.
There were other people in the room to, all doing something and no one paying attention to anyone except themselves. They all seemed familiar but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before.
She was standing by the only window in the room, watching the others. She felt like if they were all in dreams and she was the only one awake. But they were awake as well, weren't they?
Then she sensed it, another presence that seemed awake. But the other one wasn't in the room. She looked out the window. No one was there, not yet. But he was coming, she was certain of it. How do I know it's a he? She wondered, but she pushed the thoughts away as a figure dressed in black came in view from the window.
She smiled, He always looked his best in black but this was a little to much of it, she thought. Then she became confused, How do I know what he looks best in? I've never met him before, or have I?
The next second he was inside the room. Weird, this place doesn't have any doors, so how did he get in here? She watched him as he looked at everyone in the room, then his eyes locked with hers. There was a look of recognition in them and she immediately felt guilty for not remembering him. She lowered her gaze to the floor, then she heard his voice next to her.
"Hello little Rouge." His voice had an unearthly tone that sent shivers down her spine. She looked up from the floor, her eyes silently asking for answers that would ease her confusion. Se looked at her for a few moments, as if he expected some sort of greeting, although he carefully avoided meting her eyes. When she didn't respond he continued.
"I thought you'd bee here, although I don't understand why you would come. After all I'm not after you and with all the trouble you have getting here… I just don't understand why you bother." He sighed and looked away.
Her confusion just grew. He talked like if he knew her and what he said made no sense to her. She had no idea of who he was or how he knew her.
"Who are you?" she asked. He looked at her in surprise. It was clear that he had expected her to recognize him.
"Why, little Rouge, I'm disappointed. Especially since you said you'd recognize me anywhere, anytime." He paused for a moment, then he continued "But maybe it's better like this. You may call me Death for now. One day I'll come for you and then if you still don't remember my name I'll tell you. But for now I must go, I have things to do."
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Rouge woke up in the middle of the night feeling uneasy. Her dream had seemed so real, to real. She tried to shake the feeling of her mind, but it wouldn't go away.
She got out of bed and walked over to the window. The moon was shining on the grounds of the institute, nothing was out of the usual. There wasn't a soul outside tonight.
Some time later Rouge went back to sleep, unaware that the whole time she sat by the window, a figure in the shadows had been watching her.