Snippet #939747

Richard awoke to a constant dripping on his head. He sighed. "Must be raining again," he said to himself. They didn't call this place Typhoon City for nothing. To most people, rain like this would make their heads spin. But when you've lived here for so long...this is nothing. Just the everyday thing. He got out of his bed, and looked around the bleak room. The wallpaper had peeled off the walls, leaving a gray dullness. There was no electricity, this apartment had been abandoned ever since they came. One of the very first killings happened here - the killing of his own brother, Charlie, which happened in his own apartment. He stays here because, other than his family's house, this is the only place he knew. Sometimes he would stay for the night with his brother, before all of this started to happen.

Richard left home yesterday. His mother wouldn't let him leave home, said it was too dangerous. Charlie didn't even have a funeral because his mother was so afraid to leave the house (even though it wouldn't be that much of a funeral anyway. A bunch of people crowded together was never a good idea). So he had to leave himself. He left a long note tell them not to look for him - not like they could anyway. She probably tried to inform the police, but they probably have other stuff to attend to by now. If only the rain would let up, he could go do what he wanted to do. Oh well, if it wasn't gone by tomorrow, he would just have to go out in the rain anyway. He got up groggily, and went into the living room. There was a crimson red couch in there. Richard fell back down on it, and went back to his nightmares.

The demon was there, around a hazy ring of fire. Three scars across his chest, dark red eyes, and the most yellow and disgusting teeth he had ever seen. Richard remembered the teeth the most, and his crooked, twisted smile as he took the life of Charlie. The look on his face was one you'd see on a child that just got a new race car. He had nightmares like this every night, no exceptions. This time the demon was killing Charlie over and over again right in front of Richard's eyes. And every time he looked more and more happy. "Stop it, you monster!" cried Richard. He tried to move towards the demon, but his feet were stuck to the ground. Eventually, the demon looked towards him, and without hesitation, jumped towards him. Richard tried to shoot it, but his arms were stuck. He let out a cry as the demon moved his claws towards Richard's chest...

Richard jolted up from the couch. Is this heaven? He thought, looking around. No, it was the same old apartment. It was still pouring outside. He sighed - he was still trapped in his own nightmare. He rested his head on the end of the couch, and rustled restlessly to sleep again.