Nightmare

Nightmare in Blue

The Circle?

?The night was really cool and dark. Wind blew harsh around the trees and shadows loomed over everything. It was a night that meant trouble?

No, that wasn't right!

?The night was cool and dark, almost cradling something vile. Wind blew harsh around the trees and shadows loomed over everything. It was?darkness that foreboded omens. There was a sound, somewhere amidst the bushes?nothing but a stray pussycat. I walked down lower Prospect Street; the wind whipped my coat against my ears, tearing at it. Icy fingers bit into my neck and cheeks. I moved the collar of my coat farther up my neck to compensate, again the bushes rustled. I stopped and stared at the offending bush, out pops a rabbit, eyes shining at me. His ears twitched in time with the wind, as he cocked his head at me. Suddenly he bolts across the road; a bright blue-white flash resounded soon after.

Once my eyes cleared of the flash, I saw the mark of a blue lightening bolt zigzaging down in front of me. A dark blue fire burned steadily, soon to leave a scorch mark to heal. A humming began behind me, I guess I panicked, because all that I remember feeling was my lungs burning from the cold night air and the heat from my legs as I ran down the street. My guard was up, as my legs moved under their own power. I was never struck by lightening but I didn?t want to find out if I would. The only thought running through my head was to get to my apartment down on Seymour Street.

Thunder echoed softly in my ears, as another flash of lightening streaked the sky a whitish-blue. Vander Apts were drawing closer but the rustling returned and right in front of me a flash of bright intoxicating light threw me to the ground in a panic. Louder?Louder?LOUDER the thunder became, maybe it was my heart that was making the noise, ?No, please,? I shrieked. It was still unknown, and I wasn?t about to watch the fireworks this time. I needed a place to hide.

I looked to see how much further it was to Vander when again there was a flash of light staring at me. No, it couldn?t be. He couldn?t have come back. It didn?t make sense, he said it wouldn?t hurt. Damn him! I still have the scars from Michael?s grip on me that night.

?Hey, hop in,? I heard a voice call. It wasn?t Michael?then I saw Josie?s face looking at me. ?Come on. Hurry!? She beckoned to her Tracker. ?We need to get to the old high school, bomb shelter.?

?Bomb shelter? Josie, you?re kidding, right? There hasn?t been a war in thirty years.?

?Quiet!? she barked at me. ?Listen.? She turned on the radio?

??Reports are just in. In the areas of Whistlethorn, Cairo, and Kirkland counties there are reports of massive hailstorms, severe thunderstorms, and tornadoes popping up out of nowhere, it seems almost apocalyptic. Be advised to seek shelter where you can. I repeat, there are severe hail and thunderstorms, as well as tornadoes in the following counties; Whistlethorn, Cairo, and Kirkland.?

?What the hell?? I asked.

Josie's face etched with lines, paled in the flashing caused by the lightening. Hailstones smashed against the windows, cracking them?

Her wrists hurt from typing. She was so behind in this novel, how was she going to get this done by Friday. ?Maybe I?m working too hard,? thought Auril. She was always behind in something, ever since she was in school and could write she was always falling behind. ?I?m pushing myself, that?s never good.? Some how she needed to get her thoughts back on track and back on the book. So she walked over to the window, eyes closed she let her mind flow?

*** ?Auril stood there, there was nothing at all. In one brief moment, she knew everything: the story she was writing, her job, and her life. One minute she could remember her friends, they were all sitting around a campfire talking, it was everything she could hope for. Someone was telling his wonderful stories... *** ??and then when she realized how to open the crystal?? on and on Hanali talked into the night. Auril loved his stories. He stared at her for a moment, eyes cold blue like the icy arctic wind and watched her. He looked like a wolf in that moment that she saw him. She loved him once, but how could she betray a friendship that was like theirs, for her silly infatuation.

Then there was Iras with her wedding ring. She may have been married but she could never be kicked out of the group. Tyas sat smiling over his cup of wine; he couldn?t resist flirting with Khan. Of course, that would never work seeing she was involved with Miel, and Miel, with her jealousy would never share her. Maybe Tyas knew this, but played along anyway, all in fun he said.

Malar, he sat in the corner and laughed at Tyas and made jokes. And there was Ogma, he stared into the fire, his presence made Auril uneasy. His eyes burned into the flame; there was something about him that made her nervous. Something that he hid. She took her eyes off of Ogma and glanced at Hanali. She watched his breathing. He was well built, not easily noticeable, but in those arms, you could be squeezed until forever. Ogma suddenly turned to stare at her, his cold steel blue eyes pierced her vision, she backed away, something was wrong...her arms were red and they tingled...screams were heard?

*** That was somwtime ago, now Auril fought to remember any of those memories. She stood there fighting to gain back her life; she could not remember anything. Only the piercing blue steel that stared at her through the fire, were left, the only signs of recognition that Auril had. She tried to remember Han...Han...what was his name? She had feelings for him, she did remember that...Who was he?

Tears fell from her face. How could she forget her friends? Cars whirled by the window; the midnight blue sky was partly cloudy so it was darker than normal in Sydney. A storm threatened but no rain fell. Auril could see the lights glowing from the city. It looked like a giant cake with a million candles gracing the top.

It looked like it would be another sleepless night. Auril turned around and flicked on the Tele. It was some movie station, she guessed. The movie was ?Labyrinth.? It was the scene in the ballroom after Sarah ate the peach. ?Maybe someone has given me a mysterious piece of fruit with a mind-numbing drug,? Auril thought. A snicker rolled out of her mouth. ?Someday,? she thought, ?Someday I will beat you.? She indicated the Tele, as Jareth?s face took up the whole screen. An invisible tear rolled down his face.

Auril, now disgusted by this display of emotion went to the kitchen to heat up some milk, but the taste only made her gag, so she added some brandy. The warm liquid stung as it rippled over her tonsils, but it tasted so sweet to her, ?Maybe this insomnia is getting to me,? she thought. As she glanced at the screen, David Bowie suddenly looked very familiar, something about the eyes...they looked so threatening.

?Maybe I should get the hell out of dodge,? she chuckled to herself. I?ve been here too long without a break. Maybe that?s why everything is so unclear, too much waiting and wondering about missing them and not doing anything about it. But how could she up and leave the one place that meant so much to her, the place where it all happened.

It was here in Sydney where they all had met and grew up together, her friends, all of her friends, except Ogma, of course, the one person that was still rooted firmly in her head. He had moved here in the fall of her senior year of high school. That?s why she supposed she could still remember him, or why she hadn?t forgotten him. Oh! Auril wished she could remember something. The names were on her lips only moments ago. ?How you turned my world you precious thing??

She looked up, it was only Jareth. The brandy was numbing her whole body now. Someone used to tell the best stories. Someone used to tell them when she couldn?t sleep. Why wasn?t he here now, she couldn?t sleep, where was he? H?where was he? She couldn?t remember. Jareth?s steel blue eyes watched her from the Tele.

There was a knock on the door that made Auril jump ten feet in the air. She tried to move but it seemed the brandy had done more than soothe her shattered nerves, she could hardly move. ?Come in,? she called as she slinked over to the couch.

With a muffled reply from the door came, ?Can?t, door?s locked!? The floor turned into sticky goo as she made her way to the door, it glided open as if to welcome the person on the other side. He was wearing a very wet trench coat. Auril glanced up at the man, and a look of puzzlement crossed her eyes. His cold blue eyes were staring at her, they looked somehow familiar. A smile spread across his face as he stepped in.

?Who are you??

?You don?t remember??

?No, I?m afraid I don?t.?

?Are you sure you don?t remember?? His eyes beckoning her closer. They were cold, icy blue, kind of like the raining that was pouring down now. ?Maybe this will help,? and he leaned down to give her a kiss. Something sparked, she loved this man; at one time she loved him, with his blue eyes.

?I still don?t know who you are, though I can begin to guess,? she murmured. The man just looked at her; he smiled at her and in that smile she realized that he could at least spent a few dry hours in her apartment. He began talking, maybe in her own mind she might remember something and he seemed willing to help her remember.

At first, all he could talk to her about were his travels to Africa and India and the fabulous adventures he had. Auril was growing increasingly sleepy by the minute. More now than when the stranger had come, the effect was rather mind numbing. Then he talked about ?the gang?, meaning her friends, unfortunately she couldn?t remember these friends. The stranger filled her in on the details of the lives of these friends, when suddenly he brushed his lips over hers. His lips felt like a horsehair paintbrush rippling across her skin. His tongue slipped passed her teeth, she was tempted to pull away but something wouldn?t let her. She opened her eyes to stare at him, but for a moment there was something there that, she couldn?t put her finger on it.

His hands pushed up her blouse exposing soft pale flesh underneath. A hand touched her breast and it quivered at the touch, but she pulled away momentarily. She wasn?t sure anymore. ?Hanali?? she mumbled, as she remembered. He leaned over and released his tongue back in her mouth. Lips locked in mortal combat; she remembered everything, as he pinned her down. Her arms hurt as she remembered ?Stop?? she muttered pathetically. Of course, he didn?t stop, the joy on his face showed it, and her pain didn?t matter to him, and there was pain, though none the likes that she had ever experienced before. It felt like the fires that burn beyond the gates of hell. Why didn?t she remember that, it wasn?t?she didn?t know?everything was wrong. Tears streamed down her face, he had pushed her arms behind her and he lay on top of her chest. Breathing was hard and living became worst, he forced off her pants and entered, she struggled, but to no avail. Finally, she succumbed to the torment?

As she lay there, with him on her chest, she finally understood how and what had happened. How that night by the fire Ogma had lured Iras form Auril?s side, to a darkened corner of the campsite, it was there that he raped her, his twisted pleasures was all very clear to her now. Everything she forgot was now clear, how could she have been blind to what Ogma was. Whom she had taken for Hanali was really Ogma, seeking his perverted pleasure. It was in the eyes, what she had mistaken for icy arctic blue was really the cold, hardness of steel blue?he whispered things into her ear. Nothing seemed pleasant now; his body glistened with sweat and smelled of overly pungent cologne.

Auril cried, her faith in everything had been broken, and what Iras had said about Ogma was proven correct. The man was sick and perverted, nothing could change that and now nothing could change Auril's destiny?

?after he had gotten his thrills, Ogma left Auril's apartment. She was still on the bed, convulsed in dry heaves when she heard another knock on the door. Nothing would make her get up to defend herself from another attack.

The knocking persisted, until a familiar voice came from the door, "Auril? Hey, are you in there?"

The voice was Hanali's but something inside her had died, leaving nothing left to respond to and Hanali would be alone. "Auril?" Hanali called again. With that, the door opened and there peeking in was Hanali's smiling face.

Simply, he came over, worry lines stretched out on his face. He gave her the once over and leaned down to embrace her.

Of course, Auril had curled into a ball; nothing would allow her to be hurt again. Hanali held her in his arms, telling true stories of his trips around the world and to far off places. When at last she was asleep, he leaned over and turned the lights off.

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A very twisted story from the very beginning. It started out as a Circle story back is 11th grade, but as I grew up, I realized that is was too complicated to be the story I was aiming for, so, I seriously revamp it, and TA-DA! The intro was originally the whole story, but it seemed easier to have my main charater be telling a story, and then I could just into the real tale. I love writing, because of things like that. You can twist anything to your advantage.

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