I Twitch Awake, My Sweaty Arms And Legs Stuck In An Awkward

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

“Fine but just let you know i need some more rebels that aren't completely dead so we could use their organs and limbs to heal our soldiers” She says.

“Now this is going to kill ya,” He says while eye searching the area as if he has frightened himself.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

"They're is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to fear" I then noticed the very large kitchen knife in his hand.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Now you’re going to slide your pistol toward me, and if you try anything, my men will kill you.”

“Your thinking I will help you escape. I won’t.” The man said. Smirking deviously at (Y/n)’s crestfallen face.

"Then let's not stay here for long, because now they know we are here." Says Corvo as he draws his sword.

When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.

“You don’t want to kill me, Noah.” You warn, your voice low. “They’ll never forgive you if you kill me.”

The dream always opens with the same scene, where I find myself hovering over a body. All around me is darkness with a sliver of moonlight that landed upon the silhouette. I acquired an eerie feeling, along my arms are goosebumps, my hair standing on end. The figure below me moved ever so slightly as it’s chest rose and fell with each breathe. As if it was sleeping and woke up from a long nap, it slowly fluttered its eyes and became aware of its surroundings.

You should be proud that you have been chosen to join us, after all, we are the ones that are going to eliminate the psychotic outsiders forever. Those people are pimples on the face of humanity, rats, living on the outskirts of civilisation." He paused and then smiled, his smile was one of those awful smiles that only go halfway up your face, almost like a smirk, instantly I felt uneasy. "I can already tell that it's only a matter of time before you make me proud! Will you will be one of our best fighters huh son?" He says expectantly, my stomach gives a lurch of disgust as I comprehend what he is talking about but even so, he is expecting an answer so I manage to choke one

"We can't do that, not after the threat you pulled earlier." The same man says referring to the alchemy I had attacked them with moments ago.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…