《The Immortal  Dream》


 Prologue: What is a Monster?

    What is a monster?


    I think you know what it is, a massive dragon that burns things for fun, whose wingspans stretches out for lengths comparable to a sea, a beast so massive and destructive that nothing can defeat it, Its reign would be legendary, all would fear its wrath. But how about if it sleeps, for a thousand years and more, the people, over time, would forget, legends would be passed down from generation to generation. Until the dragon wakes up, and it would rule for many years, until sleeping once again. Many cycles of this would go on, its hibernation and eventual awakening, hundreds upon thousands of year, maybe even millions would this cycle continue. Until it sleepsonce again and succumbs to time.


    Or how about a creature that slinks through the night, with vicious teeth and an appetite for flesh, with a body that would make a child cry just looking at it, stories would be told about this creature, the Boogeyman, the Monster Under the Bed, its reputation would inflate out of proportions, and suddenly, it''s everywhere. It is so feared that even the mention of it would give the bravest man shivers upon even a mention of its name, it would get to the point where even its name would not be mentioned, in fear that it would be summoned. Then one day, it dies. A lucky hit, maybe it got complacent, it''s possible that in its years it had something to protect, something to die for, and that whats got it. Whatever the case, it dies and is forgotten.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Wait, I got it now, a personwhose mind is so twisted that they commit terrible atrocities. Torture, rape, slavery, many great evils a man whose mind is broken can do, chaos, death, taxes,madness can make all seem right and wrong at the same time. The fear that would arise from this, a murderer, a psychopath, a monster, it would be demonized, hunted down even, for the fear of what a fellow human would do to one another in a fit of cruelty is far scarierthan a simple predator, who kills to survive, they would start naming the man, Demon, Executioner, Headhunter, all in attempts to further themselves away from that creature of evil. Yet, when the deed is done, the perpetrator is caught and killed, the body would be human, just like them.


    Of course, they are all monsters in the eyes of specific people, perception is key and if you think that a fire breathing reptile, a myth, or a madman is a monster, then you should be entitled to believe whatever you want.


    They''reno such things as monsters in the real world, they all reside inside your head.

 Chapter 1: One Ticket to Paradise

    "Al'' righty boys, all yall need to do is live, this sounds easy enough by itself, I mean come on, how cannot dying be that hard? Besides the fact that they outnumber us one thousandth to one, that a single squadron of their squads is more experienced than our entire fighting force combined, most of whom never even got their dicks wet, that we are a God damned fucking mining base, I think we have a great chance at beating those fucks."


    - Station Manager, Roman Alexander, last words beforethe destruction of Outpost Hardy


    I am no stranger to the dark. I have been with it for too long, too long to count, too long to even care. It has always been the same, a pitch blacknesses, no sight, no smell, no taste, no nothing. A near empty void, with just one item, me. Just floating around like a bug in the water, no care in the world, only me and the dark, without the lack of senses I wonder sometimes if I lack other things as well, important things, feelings, emotions, empathy, reasoning, all important human necessitiesin orderto have a healthy mind. Time in this cold blackness does not exist, hours can turn to years, and months can be seconds, if I''m lucky, I could convince myself that this is the end, the last of my adventures, my personal limbo. That would be very nice.


    However, it always ends too soon. A white speck appears in my senses, I can see, taste, I can even physically feel that little white speck of hell. For it always brings me back, to my personal hell. It grows larger, and larger, to the point where the entire void is coveredin this oncesmall white speck. And when the last of the void is covered, my safe haven being taken away from my very eyes, I shift.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    From the white abyss to a yellowing and downright disgusting room, the walls, a once a solid uniform white color, has been transformed by the passage of time into a faded and inconsistent yellow. The floor, once upon a time a sea of carpet, is now a rough and torn wasteland, with pockets of ripped carpet reaching the concrete base. Nothing too special about this room, just a rectangular room, completely devoid of anything, besides a door, and the body in this room.


    Lying dead, face down, in the center of the room is a corpse. Nothing too special about thiscorpse, comparing it to other corpses I have witnessed in the past, I would say that this one is a little taller than the average corpse. Besides its height, it does have a little nugget of individuality, which is its wounds. The corpse seems to have an enormous amount of cuts on it, so much so that its blood is leaking out everywhere, forming what one would call a puddle. The cuts themselves seem to be made on purpose, as they form squares, triangles, a fucking hectogon, I counted, and more geometric shapes, whoever made this is probably a huge nerd. Also, the corpseis black, not sure what this has to do with anything, besides being racist, but his skin color is a dark brown.


    After another quick glance around the room, its certain that the only thing here is I, this room, and the body. Nothing else, no doors, no windows, no people, no instructions, no weapons, not a single light source in sight, I''m not sure how I can even see in here, just me, the corpse, and a room.


    This is a first. And totally unexpected


    Then a voice rang throughout my head.


    "AhfUCk. I think it worked."