Murder Mayhem

I played a game once called Murder Mayhem, a video game in which 16 people play and one of them is randomly selected to be the murderer and one is randomly selected as detective. The rest of us are bystanders, the goal of the game is for the murderer to kill everyone without getting caught. Mind you, the bystanders must search for five emeralds so that they may receive a weapon to defend themselves.

In this dream we were in the game, by we I mean my old best friends and my current best friend. My old best friends, Alex and Luis were running towards Sal (my current best friend) and I. We all huddled up only to find out that there weren’t any other people in the game so one of us, was the murderer.

That’s when it happened, Alex drew a knife out and stabbed Luis in the neck, Sal and I, without weapons freaked out so we ran. He started picking up the emeralds we found on the grass. Soon enough a weapon spawned in his hand.

Then we ran through a portal and landed in my grandmothers dark four story home. Then they were both after me, that’s not how the game works but dreams will be dreams. I locked myself in a bathroom and they were both knocking on it then they were trying to bust the grand oak wooden door to the floor.

It was like a scene from the shining when they started breaking through the door little by little. Sal busts in and screams “Ha” and Alex stabs Sal in the neck with a transparent plastic knife. The blood splattered all over the mirror to my right. Sal’s body dropped to the white tile on the floor and painted it in seconds with blood.

Alex jumped over Sal, he lifted up his hand to stab me and I used a Jiu Jitsu move to break his shoulder and the knife dropped. He proceeded to punch me so that a tooth fell out. I grabbed the side of his face and smashed it against the glass, grabbed a piece of the glass and woke up when I was about to slam the piece of glass through his skin and into his heart.

Then I went back asleep and looked at my hands and saw it, clear as day, blood, red hands. But whose blood is in my hands.

-Daniel S.

The Dark Island

From darkness I stepped into the light.  A sunkissed plaza surrounded by read buildings and populated by strangers walking around in pairs and minding their own. It was a nice square, with four rectangular seating areas within. Within each rectangular seating area there stood a massive palm tree. My lovely girlfriend called me over with a smile. I sat next to her and with her eyes lit bright she told me “I’m so excited to hangout tonight”. I look up for a moment to look at the sky, it’s the perfect color. I look down and I see my best friend standing, Sal standing by a red building across the square. “Sorry Claire I made plans for today” and I could sense how upset she was. I kissed her and walked over to greet Sal.

“Hey bud, what’s up?” I shook his hand and that’s when the floor started to shake below our feet. The sky turned dark and thunders groan filled the air. I turned to look for her, she had disappeared. The floor opened beneath us and Sal and I fell into a space black abyss. The falling ended after a couple minutes and we landed painfully into an ocean. When we broke the surface of the ocean Sal pointed up into the darkest sky I had ever seen “Look” there was only one speck of light, it was the plaza where we fell from. “Where are we?” I asked. “I don’t know, there’s nothing here, no land, nothing”. I decided to see how deep the ocean was so I swam down about fifteen feet and resurfaced in a beautiful crystal clear ocean and a huge tropical island decorated by palm trees and paper white sand stood to greet me.

Confused, I looked down and saw sals feet kicking and his hands keeping him afloat fifteen feet below in darkness. I dive back down, resurfaced in a pitch black ocean ” Sal you’ve got to check this out, come down here”. “What the hell” he muttered. We swam to the beach through the crystal clear water and finally reached the beach. We walked for a bit in this unknown place and found a friend of mine walking towards us with my boss from the real world at his side. Before this friend of mine could say hello an arrow struck him in the head and he fell lifeless to the ground. Sal, my boss, and I ran from the screams and shouts.  Once we got to safety in the forest of palm trees my boss explained to us that we were in a battle royale.

We were on an island where only one of us could survive.

We walked through the forest finding dead bodies and arrows dug into them. My boss built us a bow and told us he should hold the arrows. An argument broke out between my boss and us about who should hold the weapon. We raised our voices and while Sal tried to quiet the group an arrow penetrated his chest. His body hit the floor and my boss was shot in the back. An arrow just cut my arm but  I fell and pulled out a knife that I must have found. A black island native stood over me, and rose his hands to stab me with an arrow. Before I could kill him myself, a thunderous sound like that of a shotgun broke the silence and destroyed the natives head. Two more shots were fired and then a man with a black jacket appeared in front of me lifted his shotgun, aimed for my face. Thunder then darkness.

-Danny S.