The Dreamless Dream Options

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This is just something I came up with today. It's not much, just something to help me bide my time until I can think of a good 'long' story to write, other than CoB.


When I had first heard the screams I wasn’t sure how to respond. I mean, sure, I was the source of the cries, but I was still unable to move immediately after I finished the deed. Part of me was glad to have finally succumbed to what I have been daydreaming about for so long, but the other part of me--- a small part I should add--- was simply astounded that I actually had done such a horrific thing.

As she lay there, seemingly innocent on the hardwood floor, I had couldn’t help but notice how conceited she still looked, even in death, with the slash across her neck and the gash on the upper right side of her chest. However, the know-all attitude had been wiped from her face, once and for all. No longer would she be able to embarrass the boy who was at least trying his hardest. No longer would she be able to slowly kill him inside. That was now over, and for that I am eternally grateful.

The screams I am talking about had come from the mouth of Ms. Ariel Vindayne, a professor for ‘mage’ wannabes, if you will. Before actually being accepted into the Arcane University, one usually enrolls in a sort of ‘pre-mage’ institution. There, instructors explain and show the very basics of magicka. Ages of students can range anywhere from ten years old all the way up to about eighteen. It’s normally the rich families that send their children, because the price of admission is very high.

When I first even thought about killing the young Breton woman, I had several motives. One, being that she had publicly humiliated me in front of a classroom full of students. I’m only sixteen, and have yet to fully grasp even the most basic of basics when it comes to magicka. She had asked me a question that I did not know, and after I mumbled a few words, trying to stall for time, she yelled, “It’s children like you who shouldn’t be in this place, Dannus. Children like you are a disgrace to the magic society. And I would expect more from you, coming from a talented family of mages.” She said with a normal smartalic tone, but the words cut through me like a hot tip of a knife.

And that had been the last straw. Thinking back on it now, I was always a somewhat disturbed child. I was very different, thus leading to the reason I never really had too many friends, not that I wanted any. The children I grew up around were conceited and thought only of themselves. I couldn’t live like that, and I certainly didn’t hang around with anyone like that. So most of my childhood life was spent reading books, on various subjects, some that I don’t wish to disclose at the moment. My parents loved the fact that I was an avid reader, but they were devastated when Ms. Vindayne had sent a letter home, describing my inability to recite even the easiest of spells. From then on I was essentially ignored by my parents, and this was when I was fifteen.

So a whole year I had been planning on the murder, attempting to work up enough courage to actually go through with it. It had sounded easy enough, but once the plan was put forth, and I was sure I had everything down pat; actually doing it was a whole other challenge. My hate for Ms. Vindayne was as pure as the grass in green, but my guilty conscience, and fear of killing in general, had gotten the best of me.

In order to dispel the guilty thoughts and fear, I traveled to the forest with a small iron dagger. I practiced at first by killing rabbits and other tiny creatures. Actually, it was more of a pain catching the damn things than it was killing them. It had not taken long before I had almost even ‘grown’ into the art of killing. That is when I had moved on to bigger targets, mainly goblins. I didn’t have to go too far, not with living in the city of Chorrol. I waited until a single goblin was alone, and then I had killed the creature with little ease. I had actually been surprised that I had been able to defeat the goblin so easily, but of course I had known it was needed if I wanted to kill Ms. Vindayne. This isn’t to say I had been afraid that she would fight back with great skill, oh hell no. I had simply been afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do it once the time arrived. But after I had defeated the goblin, I knew I was ready.

The plan was simple, so simple that now I am surprised it had even worked. I merely stayed behind after class one day, waiting until she and I were alone. I had walked up to her and she said, “What do you want, Verick? I have a meeting with the Arch Mage, something that’s very important, you know.”

And then I did it. I swiped the dagger from its concealed sheath behind my belt buckle, hidden from view. I quickly swiped at her neck and sliced off a big chunk. While she reached for her throat her eyes lit up in horrific surprise. She tried to speak, bit of course the wound kept her from doing so. She fell to the ground, back to the floor, and then I ended her life for good. I took the dagger and shoved it through his chest and into her heart.

What happened next is a bit strange, and I really can’t explain it. I didn’t run for my life, afraid for my horrible act and the consequences that would follow. At that point I really didn’t care, and I simply stood there until a couple of students entered. Once they saw Ms. Vindayne on the ground, lifeless and lying in a thick pool of dark blood, the immediately screamed and ran out of the building for help. In no time three guards entered with swords drawn. Upon seeing me, a sixteen year old boy, they pondered why I would do such a thing.

And then what happened next was even stranger, something I [i]definitely[i] can’t explain. Before the guards could do anything I put the knife to my neck, and tears started to stream down my cheeks. I knew now that nothing was left for me in the world. I had sinned the ultimate sin.

“NOOOO!” the guards had yelled, but it was too late. I thrusted the knife to the left, and then took my own life, in punishment for what I had done to Ms. Vindayne. I don’t know why I did it, though I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that my only future was prison. I didn’t want that, so I took the short rout.

You can call me a coward, and that I cannot deny. I was afraid of prison and the life that followed, thus leading to my act of suicide. And as I stand here now, seemingly in a trance, somehow floating from the my body mere ten minutes after performing the suicide, I think I did what was right. It’s funny, you know? I’ve felt like the past year has been somewhat of a blur, a dream even. But of course this is not dream, or else the screams coming from Ms. Vindayne wouldn’t have hurt. This is reality, or ‘was’ I should say. Like I said earlier, I was a disturbed child. The world wasn’t ready for me anyway. Oh no, they would have never been ready…