Dream
He’d been sleeping a deep sleep, one without any dreams or disturbances from his sub-conscious. Till now…
He felt it; bone on bone, and then he fell to the ground as his father’s fist collided with his chin. A dull pain in his knees spread along his legs when he hit the cold linoleum floor. He rubbed his jaw, the stinging didn’t bother him, at least not since he had got use to it.
“Victor, stop it!” cried a woman behind his dad, clearly his mother.
His mother, father and small white room disappeared. Now it was a big hall, well more like a long hall. A really, really long hall. The walls made of cold, dank stone like that of an old castle. With a freakish amount of photographs hanging on the wall, maybe a hundred of them or somewhere around that number. All of them are family photographs, a bunch of kids and their parents. Kids who are unaware of the secrets their parents are hiding.
Two pairs of footsteps echoed along the halls, his own and well, those of velociraptor walking along at his side. Each photo, each kid and adult was familiar, burning hatred flowed within him and his panned from the faces of each the adults. Not that the blond young man paid any attention to those photos, at least he tried not to. He tried not to care about it. His thoughts racing and crowded, two sets of thoughts in his mind.
“I know, girl.” He said to the velociraptor that casually walked along his side, safe and trusted. “That’s why I tore out a few pages first,” he said showing the pages to the dinosaur, a voice inside his head telling him not to forget. “Yeah, I won’t forget,” he said in a whispered promise.
He continued his walk along the corridor his vision focused on one photo, his hard expression softening the closer he got. Two grinning parents and one bored looking teenage girl, looking out from the picture. She was cute, with her purple hair and wire-framed glasses. A bit of a dork though, he thought.
The photograph began fading into blackness. The stone was disappeared and so did the dinosaur. And suddenly there she sat to left of him, the cute, chubby purple hair dork. In his hands was the steering wheel of the getaway vehicle. A vehicle that many would say people looked like a frog, and they’d be correct. A giant robotic frog, leaping over buildings and through the streets of in the night.
“So much for our sustained campaign of butt-whipping stemming the tide of ne’er-do-wells.” The purple haired girl lulled, “Any idea which costume is trying to take our parents’ place this time, pumpkin eyes?”
“No clue, muffin lips.” He said, their conversation as casual as a conversation about the weather.
Just as his words left his lips, everything around him lit up in flames. All he could see and feel was burning hot fire, and the hotter it got the more a violent rage grew within him. She's dead, she's murdered, I'll kill him, I'll bring her back, but first I have to kill him. His thoughts pounded against his skull and screamed in his ears, the burning fire relfecting in his bright blue eyes. And then it stopped
He was suddenly shrouded in darkness again. No new vision appearing before his eyes. Slowly he drifted back to that deep and everlasting sleep. A deep, booming and earthquake voice, echoed through the darkness and his mind, “the offer stands.”