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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:49 pm
Amy screamed, jerking awake. Her arms were entangled in the soaked bedsheets, her hair a ratty nest atop her head. Her heart pounded. The darkness suffocated her, the air dense and choked. Amy shivered, an involuntary shiver that racked her body from the tip of her tailbone to the top of her head. The dream she'd just had, it frightened her, even though she couldn't remember it very well. It was already slipping away from her, fading into grays and soon dissolving completely from her mind, as all dreams do. But her heart still hammered, and she knew that there was something, something special about that dream. No, it wasn't even a dream, it was a nightmare. There was something special about that nightmare. Something particularly horrifying about it.
But soon her mind forgot the dream, and slowly, so slowly, her body forgot it too, and her heart rate slowed, her muscles relaxed. And soon, Amy drifted off to sleep again.
And this time, a nightmare didn't come. It was only pure, restful, dreamless sleep.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:57 pm
A rough hand shook Amy's shoulder, and her head jerked up. Her math teacher glared down at her.
"Is my class so boring that it puts you to sleep, Amy?"
Amy quickly shook her head, well, as quickly as she could. The hazy veil of sleep still coated her eyes, and she felt the warm half-sleeping buzz still echo in her mind. She shook her head all the more vigorously, in order to wake herself up. "No, sir."
He raised his spectacles, his eyebrows shooting up as well. "Really, now? Because it seems that would be the only reason a child would fall asleep in my class."
Amy scowled. She was not a child. Why did he have to call her that?
"Are you frowning at me, Amy?"
"No, sir." She quickly wiped the scowl off her face. Amy folded her hands in her lap, sitting up as straight as she could. "I mean no disrespect, sir."
Her teacher still regarded her dubiously, but he let it pass. "Very well, Amy, but if I catch you sleeping again-"
"It won't happen again, sir."
He nodded, approvingly. "It had better not." He went back to the font of the class and resumed his teachings.
Amy let out a breath of relief. The last night's nightmare had deprived her of a lot of sleep, and now she had to focus on staying awake, as to keep her grades up and her teachers happy with her.
Well, she'd just have to get a lot of sleep that night, to make up for last night's nightmare.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:22 am
He hated her. Why did she have to be human? Why did she have to be so weak and useless and alive? He couldn't fathom why, of all things, he had ended up being her nightmare. Couldn't he be the human? Couldn't she be the nightmare? He was trapped, trapped in a world of dreams. He couldn't survive in the outside world without being spotted because of his retched green hair. He couldn't study the rest of her world. And the human wasted her freedom. All humans wasted their freedom. They devoted their lives to despicable pleasures inside of to scientific inquiry.
Those retched humans had no idea how lucky they were. And then they wasted their luck.
He hated them. He hated all of them.
And if the only way he could take out his hatred was on Amy, then all the better.
He'd study how long it took her to break.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 2:43 pm
Months later.
Faust's eyes narrowed at his small companion, and a sneer curved the corners of his lips. "What?" he asked, his voice incredulous, "do you believe that you could do a better job?"
Fluffy's fur rose on end, and she crouched on her hind paws, her claws flexing. Her mouth pulled back into a scowl, a growl echoing from her tiny chest. "Yes," she snapped, her voice high-pitched. Her body trembled from the tone of his words, as if they were a frigid blast of air nipping at her haunches. "Yes, I think I could."
"Prove it," Faust said, his words drawling confidently from his lips. He vaguely gestured a hand at darkness around them. "If you think you can do a better job torturing Amy than I have, then I would ask you to back up your claim somehow."
She hissed, her shoulders tensing, her hind feet gripping the carpet as if she were going to pounce. A moment later, however, her muscles relaxed, and her head drooped. Her eyes lowered to the ground, and her tail fell limply between her legs, curling around her left hind foot. "You're right," she mumbled. "I'm only a gremlin."
"Exactly," Faust said. "And what do gremlins do?"
"Hide in the darkness," Fluffy mumbled, her claws digging into the plush, dark carpet.
"Yes. And what else do they do?"
"Nothing," she whispered.
"Precisely. Now run along and hide, dear."
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