Linkin Park, Brad/Chester, #013, Yellow
Title Incubus
Character Linkin Park - Brad and Chester
Prompt #013, Yellow
Words 255
Summary Every night it's the same dream.
Every night it’s the same dream. If he wasn’t sober he’d say it was a hallucination, but he doesn’t have those anymore. When he wakes up every day he swears it was real, that it all really happened. He has to shake himself out of it and force himself to get on with the day.
Brad says he’s crazy. Dreams are dreams and they don’t mean anything but that you ate too much candy or cheese or whatever before bed. So Chester cuts back on the late-night snacks. He even cuts down on junk-food but nothing makes any difference. Every night without fail the dream is back.
He can’t move, his limbs heavy and he is pinned to the bed. Brad sleeps soundly beside him and when he tries to call out a hand tightens around his throat. Then the pain - the nails clawing at his skin, pulling at his night clothes.
Every night it ends the same, too. After the clawing comes the rape which splits his body in two but Brad beside him sleeps on oblivious. Then it all stops. Chester opens his eyes and stares around the room. There’s nothing there, nobody in the room but him and Brad.
But then there’s a quiet laugh and the eyes appear. Yellow and piercing, disembodied like the Chesire Cat’s smile in Alice in Wonderland.
Then it’s over. The sun rises and it’s over.
And Brad is saying, “Just don’t eat Doritos before bed.”
Ever helpful. But all Chester can think of are the eyes.
Character Linkin Park - Brad and Chester
Prompt #013, Yellow
Words 255
Summary Every night it's the same dream.
Every night it’s the same dream. If he wasn’t sober he’d say it was a hallucination, but he doesn’t have those anymore. When he wakes up every day he swears it was real, that it all really happened. He has to shake himself out of it and force himself to get on with the day.
Brad says he’s crazy. Dreams are dreams and they don’t mean anything but that you ate too much candy or cheese or whatever before bed. So Chester cuts back on the late-night snacks. He even cuts down on junk-food but nothing makes any difference. Every night without fail the dream is back.
He can’t move, his limbs heavy and he is pinned to the bed. Brad sleeps soundly beside him and when he tries to call out a hand tightens around his throat. Then the pain - the nails clawing at his skin, pulling at his night clothes.
Every night it ends the same, too. After the clawing comes the rape which splits his body in two but Brad beside him sleeps on oblivious. Then it all stops. Chester opens his eyes and stares around the room. There’s nothing there, nobody in the room but him and Brad.
But then there’s a quiet laugh and the eyes appear. Yellow and piercing, disembodied like the Chesire Cat’s smile in Alice in Wonderland.
Then it’s over. The sun rises and it’s over.
And Brad is saying, “Just don’t eat Doritos before bed.”
Ever helpful. But all Chester can think of are the eyes.