Midnight Pub

Dream IX


06:00 p.m.

We were being chased by a gang, but I had no idea why.

"Wait a minute! Why are we running? We can fight them!" My brother stopped. "No! We have to hide! Now!" I said, grabbing his arm.

"Well, you can run and hide. I'm going to show that guy what's up," he said, pushing me away. He was referring to their leader. A lanky guy who looked like he'd been fasting for days. But there was something in his eyes that I'd noticed. It was the cold dark look of a killer. No doubt a lot of his victims had underestimated him. Until they lay on the ground, desperately fighting to stay alive.

"He's no ordinary man. He's a killer," I concluded. My brother scoffed, "If he's no ordinary guy, then what am I? A wimp?" With that he trotted off.

I looked at our companion. "I don't want to be here!" She groaned, "I'm going home!" "They'll be standing in your way. You sure you wanna do that?" I asked. She cowered.

We watched as my brother ran up to the man. He stopped, and did a little dance, luring my brother in. He feigned an attack then stepped back. My brother rushed in, and that's when we caught a glimpse of what the man was capable of. In the blink of an eye, he delivered a roundhouse kick that knocked my brother out. And then he went back to his little dance, staring at me.

"Okay. You go next!" Our companion whispered.

"Not today," I said. "On the count of three, run as fast as you can and hide. Ready?" "But I want to go home!" she whined. Suit yourself, I thought. This was no time to stay and argue. "One, two, three!" I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. Not far off behind, I could hear the man's light footfalls as he gave chase.