Post by Xavior Perez on Nov 12, 2016 15:44:12 GMT -5
With a sudden jolt Xavior woke up from a terrible nightmare. Xavior found himself laying on the tiled floor sprawled out in the kitchen of his home back in Texas. He was completely covered in sweat and pretty much swimming in it from all the anxiety from his nasty dream. Pushing himself up he sat up with his legs crossed. Looking down he noticed he was barefoot, not wearing a shirt, and only wearing his favorite pair of gym shorts. Realizing where he was Xavior began to look around at the kitchen that looked the same as always. Dishes in the sink his younger siblings "forgot" to clean, the smell of his favorite meal on the counter top half eaten since he was always late to supper, the light in the kitchen flickering every once in awhile as always, the kitchen floor that no matter how hard they tried to clean it never looked that way, and yet the counter tops were perfectly clean as his Mother always kept it. Letting out a sigh of relief Xavior was so grateful that his nightmare about that apocalyptic hell hole wasn't real. Xavior slowly was able to get himself off the floor since his legs felt shaky from the nightmare he experienced it was a bit of a challenge. Finally standing up he held himself up by holding onto the counter top. Closing his eyes Xavior took deep breaths to fully calm himself down. Opening his eyes again he still saw everything in the kitchen the same as it looked before closing his eyes. Just to make sure everything was real he walked around the house to check if everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. Xavior walked slowly to the bathroom instead of at a normal pace since the bottom of his feet were still so wet he felt himself ready to slip at any moment. The main bathroom still had that kinda gross smell that just never went away even after using bleach. Once in awhile late at night when it was quiet he could always hear the drip from the bath tub that irritated him so much that he couldn't fall asleep. Now, as he listened to it drip slowly into the tub it sounded like music to his ears. Checking his sister's room right after which was parallel to the bathroom it was always as obnoxiously bright pink from the comforters on the two bunk beds, the shaggy pink rug that needed a good scrubbing, and the neon pink clothes around the room they wore almost every day despite having plenty of other clothes to choose from in other colors stuffed into the dresser. Next, he decided to enter his room and smiled a little bit when noticing it was exactly the same boring white walls that had some holes in them from a bunch of boys rough housing. No matter how many times he yelled at his siblings to pick up their toys he always managed to step on a lego piece constantly throughout the day. Xavior practically ran to the bottom bunk of where he slept which was his little sanctuary. The comforter was perfectly clean, pillow fluffed, and bed perfectly made as he always kept it. On the wall that he slept next to was the horribly drawn stick figure art with crayons he drew with when he was a kid that got him a butt whoopin' for it because it wouldn't wash off. Laying on his stomach hugging his pillow he laughed at the memory from that day. Getting his butt whooped was not fun at the time, but as an adult it was funny now. Something all of a sudden dawned on him. Why was the house quiet and why was no one home? Getting out from under the bunk he hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk for some reason every Monday like clock work when waking up. Heading to the front door and getting to the living room it was strange that no one was in it arguing about something unimportant. Opening the front door open he slowly walked onto the porch to find his entire family in a huge pile dead. His parents, siblings, cousins, and grandparents all were there. He clasped his hands around his nose and mouth in shock holding back the desire to scream. Putting his arms back down to his side Xavior with all effort he walk forward to the edge of the porch. Right before he was able to put his foot on the lawn he felt someone squeeze his shoulder. Turning to face the person that touched him it was the gang member, Orlando, that he murdered out of vengeance for the drive by he did that killed his young cousin. A dribble of blood was coming out of his mouth, his head cracked open a bit on the side from getting his head smashed against the wall, and his back was almost completely splattered in blood that leaked down his legs. "Scary, isn't it?," Orlando questioned. Out of instinct he planned on smashing Orlando right in the face with his, but for unknown reasons Xavior felt paralyzed in place. Even simply yelling at him no words would come out. "Look at this," said Orlando forcing Xavior to turn toward to face his deceased family members. Orlando pointed to his Mother. "You see her? Your Mom? She was the first to go. Watching your siblings scream and cry as their Mother was killed in front of their eyes warmed my heart." Then, Orlando pointed to his Father. "It's sad how the man of the house is supposed to protect his family yet was completely powerless to do so." Finally, Orlando waved his hand across the pile of Xavior's family. "The worst part, well, best part for me was that I got to kill them all and you weren't there to protect them either. Whether you want to believe it or not this is your fault. See where being impulsive when it comes to vengeance leads you? Rage can cloud anyone's judgment making people do stupid things. My death only led to more death. So much for your rational thinking you lied to yourself by calling it justice." Xavior tried to move again to shut Orlando up, but he still couldn't budge an inch. Orlando laughed at him for not being able to move. "See how powerless you are? There is nothing you could have done to protect them. Being a shifter sounds pretty cool, but where did it get you? Caged like the animal you are." Tears rolled down his face having to look his biggest fear right in front of him. There was a tinge of nausea from having so much regret. With a few pats on the back Orlando said, "Now, now. Tears won't do anything to bring them back." Again Orlando mocked him such horrifying laughter. More blood came out of Orlando's mouth that sounded like it was choking him when laughing. A creepy grin came across Orlando's face as he got really really close to him. Leaning into Xavior's ear Orlando whisper, "Time for you to join them." With a hard push Xavior fell forward hitting the ground with a loud thud. When he felt himself hit the ground everything went black. Just like before Xavior jolted awake drenched in sweat sprawled out in the same position just like in the nightmare. This time he was wearing his normal clothes in the dome, laying on hard dirt with dead grassy patches, and facing a huge transparent wall with curious eyes of people gawking at him like at some kind of zoo animal. Xavior could feel his face turning red and getting hot with embarrassment since he had no idea what these people may have witnessed in his alternative state. "I'm so sorry..." he muttered with a single tear running down his cheek to himself. As quick as possible Xavior pushed himself off the ground trying to run away from the wall. After a few seconds of recovering his balance back he sprinted in the opposite direction of all the people judging and laughing at him. Once again he was running away from things he didn't have the courage to face. ------------------------- Bolded - Xavior Speaking Italicized - NPC Orlando Speaking |
