Starting to see a theme: nightmares every night for nearly a week and my trying to (and sometimes succeeding) in killing people. Wtf. Anywho, last night was nightmare followed by a weird bit that was interrupted by needing to have lunch and go see Captain America. Not a bad thing since dream likely would have turned into a nightmare too the way my luck has been running.
Nightmare:
A blonde, middle aged woman was a deceiving, charismatic, bitch. She was using the guise of a church to build a cult following and brainwash its members into being hateful, biased people; most of whom I had once called friends. But she knew I was on to her.
I had managed to make it into her church complex (was a huge amount of land with multiple buildings) and corner her in a hall. Not afraid to resort to violence, I called her out on her lies and how she was using and manipulating good people, then proceeded to attack her. I had so much hate and rage against this woman for what she had done that I quickly crossed the last few steps between us and began to strangle get with my bare hands.
Though she struggled, I easily held her in my grasp and ignored the claw marks in my hands and arms from her trying to free herself as blood began to do down on the carpet from my wounds. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't end her life. Hey windpipe was right there under my thumbs, yet I could not bring myself to crush it. Also, we were being interrupted.
Through the tinted glass of the door at the end of the hall I saw someone from town approaching casually, apparently having no idea of what was happening inside. Just as he reached for the door handle I released my hold on the woman's throat, violently pushing her away in the process and turning and walking away down the hall towards the door opposite the one the parishioner had just entered through.
As I exited I heard a shout behind me, yet continued casually walking, letting the door shut behind me and took a left into the massive hallway leading between two of the buildings in the complex. Daylight gently filtered into the hall from windows high above and people could be seen walking both on the first floor and along the balconies above.
After a few minutes, a few old friends caught up with me. Seemed they had been running, though they tried hard to act casual and said they had seen me walking down the hall and wanted to say hi and welcome me in person to the church. I thanked them for the kind gesture and told them I was actually just on my way out. That's when they attacked.
Fanning out, the three of them surrounded me attempting to leave me no opening. They said they didn't want to hurt me, but would if I left them no choice. Smiling, I made the first move by kicking the one right in front of me in the face; thankfully he didn't see that coming and it landed him hard on his ass with blood gushing out of his nose. Unfortunately, that left me open for the other two to move in.
I was strong, but not that strong. My friends since childhood came in and each grabbed an arm in a nearly iron grip. It was my turn to struggle, but it was useless. With that,my hands were restrained in front of me and I was unceremoniously thrown over one of the guys shoulders. Thankfully, having long legs and plenty of fight left in me, I kicked him hard in the nuts. This dropped me on the carpeted floor, but I definitely felt the cement underneath as I landed on my hip.
With crushed nuts on the floor and bloody nose slow on the uptake, that left me with only one last friend to deal with. Regaining my feet, I hobbled myself into a fitting stance and as he came forward to grapple me, I got a strong kick into his left kneecap. He too got to feel that the bitch hadn't spent enough of their hard earned money on good carpet. In that moment, I knew I had my chance to run. Turning my back on my once friends, I began to hobble as best my right hip would let me to the nearest exit.
That was until I got shot.
There's always that first moment of shock. The one where you replay everything up to that moment to determine where the hell everything went wrong. What horrible mistake could you have possibly made that lead to this point. With dawning realization, I dropped to my knees, my hands slowly going to my stomach where blood and darker things were flowing out making a small pool on their pristine carpet.
I had never considered anyone would have a weapon inside the church. My poor assumption had just left me with a bullet through my back and out my gut. Bloody nose walked slowly around me, gun in hand, pointed at the floor, looking at me as if I was truly a sad loss to their cause but apparently my outward condition must have shown I had no fight left in me; that was quickly covering their floor.
The bitch then walked around, a satisfied smirk on those red lips when she saw my gut and then my face. I at least had the energy left to glare at her which only seemed to add to her satisfaction. As she bent down next to me, I could see the red marks on her neck from where what seemed now like ages ago I had held her life in my hands. Now that the tables were turned, I did not expect her to return the courtesy I had shown her of letting her live.
Feeling her hair brush my face as she moved her mouth next to my ear, there wasn't a damn thing I could do to her now. My vision was starting to blur as I began coughing up blood. In the softest of whispers, her breath hot on my face, she asks me if now I believe in her god. Smiling, I turn to her and spit blood in her face. If you're going to leave the world, you might as well do it satisfied.
Then my entire existence goes black.
Bit:
People camping everywhere. Weird sized/shaped tents. Sleeping bags that were upright in that tight cocoon shape like a lot of the lower degree sleeping bags; also poker of the plain ground ones too. Lots of people.
Unfortunately, none of them could trusted. Someone or many someone's were out to capture or kill me. I kept walking past row after row of these people and their tents and sleeping bags, knowing there was no way I could sleep as they could come for me at any time and I just be prepared.
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