Heres the first chapter of a story ive started writing based on a couple of kinda weird dreams ive had lately. And sorry i havent been working on the Awakening im almost done wiht chapter 3 but have hit a writers block ^^;;
Dont hurt me! take this as an offering to not beat me with sticks!
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The soft, white bedsheets lay in a pile on the floor, having long since been tossed away. On the bed a furry figure tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep as his dreams tormented him. Suddenly He sat straight up in bed, panting heavily as beads of sweat ran down his muzzle and half naked form. Rasping, shallow breaths gasped in and out of his mouth as he patted his body over with his paws, as if making sure he was still himself. He'd had another one. Another of those dreams.
His name was Issac Thompson, your everyday anthro wolf. He about five foot eight inches to the head, with a bit added with his ears. Although it didn't show very much he did do a generous amount of exercise, keeping him in shape with a lean muscle structure and minimal excess body fat. His body was covered from head to toe in a smooth, though slightly shaggy brown fur. Usually he wore a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt of varying color every day. The only thing about him that could even begin to be called out of the ordinary was that he had his left ear pierced 2 times, each one having a small gold ring in it.
His life went on as normal. Just a normal College, just a normal Job after school, and just a normal family. The only thing that wasn't normal about him were his dreams. Every night they were different. Every night strange events happened within them. And every night when he awoke panting for breath, feeling exhausted he couldn't remember any of what had happened in the dream. But this next night would be different. This next night would be one he would never forget.
The day went as normal for Issac. He went to his high school, took a couple of tests, ran a few laps around the track then got out. His job was a bit worse than how it usually went, some of the customers at the fast food restraunt he worked at had been causing several problems and threatening to sue. When he got home he was totally exhausted, dropping down onto his bed without even undressing. He was tired of the mediocrity of his life, how there rarely was any change in it from day to day. He wished for something more. Just as he was thinking about what life would be if he lived in a different time, a different world... the sweet darkness of sleep and the dreamworld overtook him.
His eyes fluttered open as consciousness returned to him. As his senses adjusted to his surroundings he noticed a few very important details. The ground underneath him, it wasn't the normal feel of his soft feather bed, but cold cobblestones. The air was filled with a strange scent almost like steam. The wolf lifted his head up to get a look around and let out a gasp of surprise. He was in a train station.
And it wasn't any normal one either. The sky was a strange purplish color, with several red dots lining it as if the stars had changed color. The ground was made of a dark blue colored stonework pattern, seeming to form into a design he couldn't make out from his position on the floor. Infront of him was a large stone archway, made of the same blue stone and in the middle of it sat a small ticket booth. Surrounding the train platform were several brightly lit lamps that glowed a bright yellow light across the station. As he looked around he noticed movement from the small booth inside the archway, as if someone was inside. With a quiet groan, the confused wolf climbed to he feet and walked over to the booth.
“Welcome to the Maboroshi Station, I am the ticket master.” came a strange, slightly echoing male voice from the person in the booth. It was strange, indescribable. Despite Issac looking directly at the person within the booth, he couldn't for the life of him see what he looked like. The glass was clear, and easy to see through it was just... he couldn't SEE the ticket master. It was like one of those people you would dream about, you could see them perfectly fine but they were indescribable. Really all he could make out was a humanoid shape and what looked like long black hair, but the rest simply wouldn't register in his mind.
“um... Wh... where am i?” Issac asked in a shaky voice, feeling rather uncomfortable with the unknown person that was the ticket master.
“why, i just told you lad. Your in the Maboroshi Station, gateway to the world!” The Ticket Master said in a dramatic tone.
Before Issac could ask anymore questions a dull, echoing tone sound blasted through the area and almost deafened the poor wolf's hearing. Far off in the distance Something strange could be seen. White. Unusual, floating blurs of white rapidly approaching the train station. They had no faces, no shapes or forms, but they all gave off the same feeling. A feeling of Evil.
“Quickly, board the train, they come!” The Ticket Master urged Issac, slipping a ticket past the glass to him.
“huh? But wha.. whats going on? What are those?” He asked, the white blurs getting ever closer. Behind the ticket booth a loud whistle pierced the cool night air, signaling the trains impending departure.
“GO!” the Ticket master urged once again, then seemed to just fade out of sight.
As the White beings got closer, just approaching the stone workings of the station an loud, painfully so, screech emitted from the nearest one. The sound alone drove Issac to his kneels, grasping his ears and yelping in pain. It was barely twenty feet away from him now, and he knew he had to get away. The trains pistols were just starting to rev up as it was starting to coast out of the station. Struggling a bit against the pain in his ears, he got to his feet and ran for all he was worth towards the train. Something about the screeching sound was affecting him. His muscles burned painfully as if he'd been running nonstop for hours on end. His head pounded with the worst migraine he'd ever felt and his stomach felt like it was about to empty itself all over the ground right there.
Despite the sickness, pain, and suffering it was causing he made one last, desperate leap towards the end of the train. His paw barely caught the railing on the end of the caboose, and from there he was able to pull himself on board. Immediately he collapsed onto the cold metal of the trains floor and threw up the contents of his stomach, the effects of the thing's screeching starting to fade but still quite strong. With a weak glance back at the station he could see them swarming all over it, seeming to turn the whole area around the station into a dull, colorless area. The blue cobblestones, the silvery tracks, the lights at the station. All of it was drained of its color, of its life.
“What the hell?” He asked himself aloud, staring in amazement and horror at what was happening. He had regained enough of his motor functions to get back up to his feet and lean against the door, watching. What had just happened? And what would've happened if he had still been there? After a bit more thought he decided it would probably be a good idea to get inside the train. With a soft groan he got off the door and turned to it, reaching for the handle and walking inside.
This was going to be one long dream.
