Post by shadowgoer on Apr 26, 2011 17:32:10 GMT -5
"Help! Help, please!" This was the third time he heard the woman screaming. "No! Please!" He heard her again.
His heart was racing, climbing up into his throat as he ran frantically through the thick underbrush of the forest praying desperately that he would make it in time to save her. He had to save her. What would he do without her? He couldn't stand to think of it, he loved her too much to be able to lose her. Especially to lose her to a monster like this one. He HAD to reach her in time!
"Claire!" He shouted after a few seconds of not hearing her voice again. "CLAIRE!" This time it came out as more of a scream. Fear over came him. What had happened to her? He called her name again. Over and over. There was still no reply.
"CLAIRE!" Keith Harkin screamed again, waking up from his nightmare to find himself, no longer in the dense forest, but now his own bed. He rubbed his hands across his face. His throat was sore from yelling in his sleep, his eyes burned from the tears that were soaking his now pale face. His chest hurt from his labored breathing and his heart beating hard against his ribs.
"Keith!" George Donaldson came rushing into the hotel room where his friend had been lying down after a long day promoting their newest album on QVC. A long week, more like.
"Keith, are you okay?" Fear filled his voice.
"George?" Keith looked at the Scotsman like he didn't believe his friend was really there.
George walked over to the bed, rested one knee on the edge of it, and leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at Keith's face.
"What in the heck happened to you?" George demanded, still sounding concerned, when he saw the terror in Keith's eyes. "And who the heck is Claire?"
Keith cleared his throat, wiped the remaining tears from his face, drew himself up straighter and blinked hard to clear the moister and worry from his stormy blues eyes.
"Just a dream, I guess." He said, trying to control the shaking in his voice. "Nothing's wrong."
"Oh yes. I can tell." The man replied sarcastically. "Yes, because I know how much 'nothing' scares you. Keith, you were screaming your head off in here! Sharon thought you where DIEING! Damian almost had a heart attack hearing you scream like that! What in the world were you dreaming about?"
"I'm not really sure." Keith told him, trying hard NOT to remember. "Frankly, I don't want to even think about it. All I remember is, there was something about a monster … HUGE monster!" The fear returned to his face and the colour drained again as he remembered what the beast looked like. "Huge fangs, flesh-eating. The works." Keith continued. "And something about a girl," With this memory the colour returned to his face along with the hint of a smile. "Apparently I was in love with this girl. I think I was going to marry her or something, which is kind of awesome because she was pretty hot." He saw George roll his eyes. Keith could be pretty easily distracted from just about anything that scared him if there was a beautiful woman involved. "Anyway, She got captured by creepy monster dude and I was supposed to save her … but I think I failed."
"Darn." George commented. "You lost the hot girl? Now that really is something to scream about." He laughed a little. "So, I'm guessing her name was Claire, then?"
"Something like that." Keith shrugged, looking rather uncomfortable again. "All I know is, I must have some major problems to have thought up a creature like that thing."
"Well, not too many if you still have time to dream about women the whole time you were dreaming up whatever it was you were saving her from." George tried to console the young singer.
"Yeah, but she got eaten." Keith reminded him. "Maybe that means the monster in me won over the part of me that dreams of women?" Keith mused.
"Keith, I got news for you buddy. It's the man in you who dreams about women and men are monsters. It's all one side. It can't win over it's self."
"Do you think dreams mean something?" Keith asked him. "I have a friend who thinks that dreams mean things about either you or your future."
"I doubt it. Believe me, if my dreams told the future, you'd have been dead a LONG time ago."
"Nice to know." Keith gave George a joking glare. "Thanks a lot for that one. Dreaming about me dieing. Some trusted friend YOU turned out to be!" He gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Oh, that's nothing." The man assured him. "One time …"
But Keith interrupted him. "But what if they do? What if it just hasn't happened yet?" He looked mildly concerned about this thought. "Out of curiosity, how did I die in your dream?"
"Okay, you're getting all superstitious on me all of a sudden, so, I don't think I want to tell you." George said with a very serious look on his face. "You need to just lighten up and forget about this whole crazy idea you've got. Okay?"
"Why wont you tell me? Was it bad? Was it gruesome? Was it … painful?"
"Drop it, Keith!" George demanded. Then he left the room.
"George?" Keith called softly. He looked around the room. Now that he was alone, with no one to talk to, his mind was free to wander back to the images of his dream. "George!" He yelped. "Wait! I'm coming with you!" He grabbed his shirt of the floor, pulling it on as he charged out the door after him friend.
His heart was racing, climbing up into his throat as he ran frantically through the thick underbrush of the forest praying desperately that he would make it in time to save her. He had to save her. What would he do without her? He couldn't stand to think of it, he loved her too much to be able to lose her. Especially to lose her to a monster like this one. He HAD to reach her in time!
"Claire!" He shouted after a few seconds of not hearing her voice again. "CLAIRE!" This time it came out as more of a scream. Fear over came him. What had happened to her? He called her name again. Over and over. There was still no reply.
"CLAIRE!" Keith Harkin screamed again, waking up from his nightmare to find himself, no longer in the dense forest, but now his own bed. He rubbed his hands across his face. His throat was sore from yelling in his sleep, his eyes burned from the tears that were soaking his now pale face. His chest hurt from his labored breathing and his heart beating hard against his ribs.
"Keith!" George Donaldson came rushing into the hotel room where his friend had been lying down after a long day promoting their newest album on QVC. A long week, more like.
"Keith, are you okay?" Fear filled his voice.
"George?" Keith looked at the Scotsman like he didn't believe his friend was really there.
George walked over to the bed, rested one knee on the edge of it, and leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at Keith's face.
"What in the heck happened to you?" George demanded, still sounding concerned, when he saw the terror in Keith's eyes. "And who the heck is Claire?"
Keith cleared his throat, wiped the remaining tears from his face, drew himself up straighter and blinked hard to clear the moister and worry from his stormy blues eyes.
"Just a dream, I guess." He said, trying to control the shaking in his voice. "Nothing's wrong."
"Oh yes. I can tell." The man replied sarcastically. "Yes, because I know how much 'nothing' scares you. Keith, you were screaming your head off in here! Sharon thought you where DIEING! Damian almost had a heart attack hearing you scream like that! What in the world were you dreaming about?"
"I'm not really sure." Keith told him, trying hard NOT to remember. "Frankly, I don't want to even think about it. All I remember is, there was something about a monster … HUGE monster!" The fear returned to his face and the colour drained again as he remembered what the beast looked like. "Huge fangs, flesh-eating. The works." Keith continued. "And something about a girl," With this memory the colour returned to his face along with the hint of a smile. "Apparently I was in love with this girl. I think I was going to marry her or something, which is kind of awesome because she was pretty hot." He saw George roll his eyes. Keith could be pretty easily distracted from just about anything that scared him if there was a beautiful woman involved. "Anyway, She got captured by creepy monster dude and I was supposed to save her … but I think I failed."
"Darn." George commented. "You lost the hot girl? Now that really is something to scream about." He laughed a little. "So, I'm guessing her name was Claire, then?"
"Something like that." Keith shrugged, looking rather uncomfortable again. "All I know is, I must have some major problems to have thought up a creature like that thing."
"Well, not too many if you still have time to dream about women the whole time you were dreaming up whatever it was you were saving her from." George tried to console the young singer.
"Yeah, but she got eaten." Keith reminded him. "Maybe that means the monster in me won over the part of me that dreams of women?" Keith mused.
"Keith, I got news for you buddy. It's the man in you who dreams about women and men are monsters. It's all one side. It can't win over it's self."
"Do you think dreams mean something?" Keith asked him. "I have a friend who thinks that dreams mean things about either you or your future."
"I doubt it. Believe me, if my dreams told the future, you'd have been dead a LONG time ago."
"Nice to know." Keith gave George a joking glare. "Thanks a lot for that one. Dreaming about me dieing. Some trusted friend YOU turned out to be!" He gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Oh, that's nothing." The man assured him. "One time …"
But Keith interrupted him. "But what if they do? What if it just hasn't happened yet?" He looked mildly concerned about this thought. "Out of curiosity, how did I die in your dream?"
"Okay, you're getting all superstitious on me all of a sudden, so, I don't think I want to tell you." George said with a very serious look on his face. "You need to just lighten up and forget about this whole crazy idea you've got. Okay?"
"Why wont you tell me? Was it bad? Was it gruesome? Was it … painful?"
"Drop it, Keith!" George demanded. Then he left the room.
"George?" Keith called softly. He looked around the room. Now that he was alone, with no one to talk to, his mind was free to wander back to the images of his dream. "George!" He yelped. "Wait! I'm coming with you!" He grabbed his shirt of the floor, pulling it on as he charged out the door after him friend.