I was walking on a street, and I saw this girl with curly black hair. She was wearing this huge red old-fashioned dress (the kind with layers and layers of fuzzy stuff). I was curious so I followed her into a kinda hotel. There was this guy sitting at a table and a few of his mates hovering nearby. Suddenly, the girl in the red dress walked up and flashed him. (The guy had some stubble on his chin, brown hair, and was wearing a leather jacket.) She giggled and ran into an elevator.
The guy, weirdly enough, was extremely pissed. Then he pulled out this gun and ran after her. Well, too late. The elevator door shut in his face. He banged on the door and cursed. Then he ran up this fancy glass staircase (it was a really posh hotel). And I was kinda worried about the girl. But I chickened out on taking the stairs after the guy. So I waited and waited for the elevator. When it arrived (It had plush red walls and little gold stuff hanging around) I pressed the button for the third floor (No idea how I knew it was the third floor) When I peeked out I saw the guys and his friends (about 6 or 7 of them) that had arrived. Sheesh, they were carrying huge guns and other weapons. The elevators (there were 3) were in the middle of two huge archways, and they were linked to each other in a shape of an L (use your imagination here people).
Anyway, I rushed into the archway on my right (those bad guys didn't see me). Finally I found the girl. By this time she had changed into a white tee and jeans. There people having a shoot-out in the corridor so I grabbed her hand and ducked into a room. There wasn't anyone into the room. After the shooting stopped, we ran out, and this guy in a denim shirt with a beard chased us. He had almost caught the girl (apparently, everyone outside was out after that girl) when I did something I had enjoyed thoroughly.
I ran and overtook the guy, jumped up on a chair and grabbed him by the throat. This was totally the best part, I can still remember it quite vividly. I just dug my fingernails into his throat. I could practically feel his pulse, but he just wouldn't die. (Yes, I have these murderous thoughts in the daytime as well. Muhahaha. So there.) So jumped off the chair and kneeled on his back to hold him still. And the curly-haired girl brought a beautifully executed kick onto his spine and he winced. Using this split second, I changed my grip and throttled him. Aha. Finally he went limp. I turned him over and saw that his eyes were glazed.
And oh no, It didn't end there. I grabbed this knife and painstakingly carved out his heart. (Yes, his heart.) And it was covered in blood and some mushy grey stuff. I stuck it in a plastic container (the kind we use for microwaving stuff) and burned it. Maybe I was scared he was a vampire or something, I don't know. Probably listen to too much MCR. Hah.
Then the girl completely freaked out and ran to the archway exposing herself to the gang outside. Then a guy caught sight of her, and came in chasing after us. We ran into a room. (The whole corridor was filled with brown doors with little round, gold doorknobs) In the room there were three doors. One turned out to be a bathroom, where I stopped to dump the ashes of the other guy's heart into. We ran into the room on the left side, and found no where to hide. Suddenly the girl spoke for the first time. "Quick, hide under the bed." I was like, are you crazy? There's like 3 inches between the bed and the floor!
She just gave me a look that clearly said 'suit yourself' and ducked under the bed for cover. I sighed and tried to follow, but I got stuck halfway between, and I could hear the guy trying the doors outside one by one. Finally he caught up and almost grabbed my leg when suddenly, I don't know whether I shrank or the space grew, I managed to shoot under the bed.
I was so relieved that I didn't expect the guy to follow us under the bed, as he seemed much bigger than I was. And here's the crazy part, the girl flattened herself into a picture. And then I found out I could do that too. But it turned out, I didn't need to do that, as the guy knocked himself out by banging his head into the bed. All this while, this voice kept repeating in my head. "Find
Then the girl and I rushed out from opposite sides of the bed, and ran outside into the main room (there were 3 doors remember). Then suddenly I noticed that there were only 2 doors. Then I opened the door that used to lead into the bathroom, and hey! It wasn't a bathroom anymore. There was a guy with messy light brown hair and glasses sitting on the bed at the end of the room, staring out the window. The view was of a flat rooftop and TV antennas and the city.
The other girl screamed and ran out of the room. I ran after her and pulled her back in. And I asked the guy "Are you screwmore?" He was like uh, um, yeah. But it's
Next thing I knew we were flying in a plane away from the accursed building but we were shot down. We ended up back at
There was a weird thing about the whole story, I remember there was someone else with us all the time. At times I saw him or her out of the corner of my eye. But when I turned to look at the person, my vision completely blurred over and then the person disappears. It didn't change the story in anyway but it was kinda weird.
And considering how I could remember most of the details so clearly (such as the guy's clothes, the view out of the window, the lighting- which was kinda yellow and dark) I don't remember the curly-haired girl's face at all. When I try to visualise it, I see her body and hair, but her face is kinda scratched out. Scary. Like in The Ring where the victim scratches out people's faces in photographs.
Bizzare huh? O dream doctor, please make me understand all this. And yeah, I wouldn't mind doing it all over again. It's not many times I can get my adrenaline up so high. Even if I have to kill someone else for it to happen.
Mwahahahahahahaha.............
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