7 Dream
Time to rest, God, please grant me a good dream tonight, I would preferably like a woman with ample assets on both sides, an 'M' personality and bold, so you can't see her 'M' side... But can I actually get a wet dream in a child's body? I mean despite all my ninety-two attempts I haven't gotten one yet.
It wouldn't make sense for me to have one, I guess since I'm a kid and all. It's not like I should be consciously aware of my own private parts yet, it's worth asking though because I'm sure one time it will actually work out. For now, though I would like a clip into what my future would be like in this world because I'm just going day by day, without a real goal or dream-like the me of my old life. And Yes, I do know I'm having a conversation with myself but who actually cares I mean it's my thoughts after all. It's not like anyone can hear me. But if I think about it, I do care since I'm questioning myself about it again.
Fuck! This prick Hyde is kicking me again in his sleep! How many times have I have asked the old man to give me a bed for myself? I cannot continue to suffer like this, Sigh just let me see a girl with big tits. That's all I ask for. Man, I've really got to stop arguing with myself as well, it's not healthy.
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A gorgeous woman about 5 foot 5 with gorgeous assets that border lined reality and cartoon lay down on a couch. Only wearing a white t-shirt.
"it's happening boys, I fucking called it, I've made it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I would like to thank my death, my little brother Hyde, my brother Miko for their continued support in this endeavour and my uncles and old man. Now let's get to it,"
"it's a bit early for you, don't you think?"
"Who!?"
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Darks clouds parting in distress as fluorescent light penetrated through the hills and mountains of scorching hot sands. Calm winds caressing the sand at different intervals. The air strangling the oxygen like a snake suffocating its prey.
A true punishment.
Twelve scrawny children with pointy ears, pale skin arranged in two lines. Their clothes rugged treading on the scorching hot sand barefoot with all their bones visible to the naked eye. Each line led and pulled by two contrastingly different men—collars on their neck and arms to control their movement.
"Why, man? I don't want to see this! What happened to her, Natasha? Yes, I gave her a name, fuck man!"
"Why do the kids look like slaves? Do slaves exist in this world? Of course, they exist in this world! Everything exists in this world, right? Are they elves? I mean a couple of them have pointy ears, and some don't, what is this? "
"Actually, what's going on with those two men? The one dragging the chain doesn't have pointy ears, but his entire face (except ears) is covered by some black stuff, it doesn't look like a scarf or a balaclava. Hmm, there are sparkles on the black thing."
"Isn't he cooking in there? Or does he have some power to prevent himself from feeling the heat?"
The other man is quite skinny, but still possess a muscular build and on his waist a small sword at his waist.
"It's focusing on him,"
A young boy around eight to nine was brought into the tent of the two men, long dark hair with icy blue eyes, caved in cheekbones, bags under his eyes and dark wrinkles on his forehead. His ribs clearly showing as his arms looked like string cheese. However, his chest stood tall, and his eyes still had light.
Although the boy's current expression showed fear like prey noticing his predator "Don't worry little boy. The noble, we are giving you to wouldn't want damaged goods so your fine for now?" the muscular man said.
"Never mind that speak your name," the large muscular man said
"Berse," the boy added timidly, sweat gathering on his forehead.
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"Ah, dizzy again! The scenery has changed, is that the boy? It's like a laboratory, test tubes, ventilation shafts on each corner, cupboards containing warning signs."
Berse looks like a teenager now, and his eyes had become more of a distinct feature, his previous bony physique now slim and muscular.
"Thank God they've given him food, I guess. But now it feels like I'm watching a show on fast forward".
It seems like he has been training. But the wave engraved collar on his neck remained. Showing his position as someone else's property.
"There's more of them now,"
"Now that you slaves are trained it's time for you to be tested, their power will finally be mine." laughed a well-dressed man with a scar on his face.
"Yes, sir," They replied.
It seems he treated them well, they all look healthy and fit, but what is this experiment? Is it like the human experiments that were banned on earth? Do they still do this in this world? Should I be worried?
"But before you become true specimens, I need only five of you," the man in the black coat said coldly.
"…"
Glancing at each other, the fifty slaves all had different reactions to the man's words. The weaker ones gulped and took a couple of steps back, some already predicted what would've happened, signalling to each other.
On the other hand, the 'strong' licked their lips in delight eyeing the weaker ones like they were steak.
"It's exactly what you think you need to kill; one person has to die before the sun goes down and… If no one is killed, then I will kill off two of you instead!" The man added, laughing hysterically.
"Great a horror show! Is going to be on mind for the rest of the week now. Wait! Why do I keep feeling nauseous? I swear if I get nauseous one more time. Erm, I will do something once I think of something. Argh shit!"
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"Huh? Looks like Berse survived, his body is covered in scars, but at least he's made a couple of buddies. I hope they are buddies."
Three of them sat there in a circle with a couple of dice and cards, laughing and smiling as looked at each other.
"Berse there is seven of us left, and we still need to kill off to more people," a young elf said sweeping his glossy silver hair from his eye.
"We are the strongest group here let the other 3 fight it out themselves" Berse replied.
"What if they form an alliance?" the other boy said a scar across his left cheek and a large bottle by his side.
"They won't be that stupid, they know what would happen to them all," the silver-haired elf laughed.
"With her and us it should be simple," Berse smiled.
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"Another one! For fuck sake, Berse my guy relax on all these scene changes. It is you doing this right. What's next huh does this noble force them to kill each other so only one can remain? I mean that is the predictable storyline for this kind of thing".
Bathed in blood the area around Berse looked to be full of debris. His black hair changed to red. His eyes looking devoid of life as he is holding what looks like to be his silver-haired friend from the previous scene. Rocks and flames covering his body but not touching him.
Shit, I was right.
Berse is probably going to kill the noble and try to restore his friend's lives, I guess.
The noble shivering with excitement stripped off his coat and picked up a sword from the pile of bodies behind him. Wiping the blood with his hand he let drops of the blood onto his tongue, sparking a more intense reaction from Berse as the air around him combusted and turned back into air.
*pop* pop*
Crackles of the combustion continued all around Berse, and the tiles below him disintegrated with each step leaving nothing but nothingness as he closed in on the noble.
"Thank you, thank you so much" Laughed the noble.
He continued to laugh for a while until Berse got within 5 feet of him "Oh, you wish to kill me... how cute! Your body is still unstable from the chaos element. Hand it over and suffer in hell with her."
"Hand it over?" it was now Berse turn to laugh hysterically as he threaded his hand around his now red hair. He said, "They won't be able to rest till your dead!"
"Oh, it looks like I have to crush your spirit before bringing out the seal," said the noble before his body began to almost twice the size of his previous self. Throwing a punch at defenceless youth, the air whistled due to the intensity of the punch.
Holding the noble's fist, Berse looked at the man with ridicule before saying, "Repent your sins in hell." Grinning, he lifted his hand that was coated in grey and black particles.
"I got to be real Berse… that was one of the most cheesiest lines you could have said, I expected it from this story. But damn,"
His arm bearing down on the noble, as the particles vibrated intensly.
A tyres screech could be heard
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"No no no come on that was the good bit he just said the words and was about to strike him down! How cruel can you be? You didn't even make me nauseous before changing the scene again. At least be consistent".
Berse was panting heavily, his body covered in bloody holes. Staring at the bodies on the ground, he wept for a while still feeling the loss of his brothers. Standing upright, he placed his hand on the granite wall and said: "My descendant, absorb the chaos in you,"
"You talking to me?"
"Ermm, sure boss man I hear that? You do know I am behind you,"
The tips of Berse's ears glowed red.
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That same night as Miko was attempting to sleep.
