The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 1

Droplets of water echoed in the room where I was standing. It seemed like there was some sort of pool in front of me. I don't know. I wasn't sure. I couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch dark and it felt like I was snoozed in this darkness. My body felt cold, causing goosebumps to shot in my entire body.

"Hello?" I called out. "Anybody there?" My voice buzzed, echoing inside the hall. "Hello!"

There was nothing and no one around, of that I'm certain. I have no idea how I ended up in this light-deprived place. Did I just popped in here? Teleported maybe? But that's impossible. I don't possess powers to do any of that.

A gentle creak coming from somewhere above me stopped me from thinking of nonsense things. "Hello? Is there anyone up there?" I looked up, trying to see through the dark.

Nothing was around but ear-piercing silence. If you've ever felt something so silent that it already hurts your ears, that is what I am feeling right now. The goosebumps I'm feeling worsened. I scanned my eyes around, trying to find a way out of this place. I tried to step forward but I was still two steps away when I came to an abrupt stop. I felt something wet on my forehead. Something cold and it's trickling down my face. My hands journeyed to touch it. It felt sticky and smells like copper.

What on earth is this?

The liquid dripping on me grew thicker and stronger until I felt myself soaked in a sticky bath. Whatever this is, it doesn't seem right. Or smell right.

Suddenly, light struck from above me, like a spotlight turned on and aimed at my position. Only then did I saw what kind of liquid was dripping on me from overhead.

Sticky, smelly and. . . bold red.

My heatbeat came to a stop. Blood. I was soaked in blood!

Fear surged in my entire body like electricity. I wanted to run. I wanted to panic. I wanted to scream but my entire body resisted from my own control. I was frozen to where I was standing. Then slowly, I lifted my head up. And to my horrendous shock, I saw a sight no one would've wished to see.

A few meters right above my head, chained in between the beams of the room is a battered, bruised and dead woman dressed in a bloody white dress. Her body is covered in wounds and her blood had been showering me all this time. The entire room lit up, letting me see my sorroundings and realizing that I was standing in the middle of a pool of blood.

"Ahhhh!"

I opened my eyes and got up from bed. The noise of the alarm clock had woken me up from my nightmare. I hurriedly got up from bed and turned the bloody thing off. Big beads of sweat had covered my forehead. The sheets and the blanket were also soaked with sweat. Using my shirt's collar, I wiped the sweat off my face as the details of the dream came rushing up at my conciousness. Whatever it was, it shook me up pretty bad.

What a dream. . .

"Pete?" I heard mom's voice from outside the door of my room. She knocked on it three times before I opened it and saw a concerned face of a blond middle aged woman wearing a pink apron and holding a wooden laddle. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

She did not looked convinced. "I heard you screaming. What's wrong? Did you have nightmares again?"

I shrugged. Sweat continued trickling down my face and neck and my heart was convulsively beating. "I—was I screaming? I'm sorry. I just had another bad dream."

Mom tapped my shoulder and smiled. "Well, shake them off. Nightmares aren't real, you know." She turned around and headed back to the kitchen. "Get fixed. Breakfast is ready."

I closed the door and went back to my regular-sized bed and sat on top of it. I took a series of deep breaths, hoping that the pounding in my chest would lessen. My sweating had ceased though I still feel like I was steamed. These past few months had been very odd for me. I keep dreaming of the same thing almost every night. I don't know what it means and I don't understand it. I just felt like I should get used to it.

I took a quick shower before heading out into the kitchen. The aroma of buttered toast and bacon invaded my nose and made my stomach rumble.

"Hmmn, smells delicious" I said. I grabbed the chair from under the kitchen table and took a seat. Grabbing my plate, I turned to my mom who placed a plate of omelette on the table. "Don't you have work?" I asked when I noticed that she wasn't in her nursing uniform.

She is a nurse in a nearby hospital—Greenbough Hospital. She had been working there for 25 years now. Everyday, she would wake up very early and prepare breakfast for her and me. I always wanted to prepare breakfast for her just to make her feel that I value her so much. But I always get up late.

"My shift will be this evening," she replied and sat on a chair across me. I passed her the plate of omelette. "Thank you," she said and smiled. "Anyway Peter, your cousin Olivia will be coming over today. She said she misses you. Maybe you could hang with her around since you are not busy."

My brow automatically shot up and my face contorted. "Mom, I have other things to do. Tell her I can't hang out." I groaned.

My mom gave me a sideways look. The kind of look she gives me everytime she doesn't like the words that shot out of my mouth. "Why are you always so mean on Olivia? She's a nice girl."

I bit on my toast and tasted something awful. I didn't know if was the toast that was awful or the name Olivia. Whatever it was, it made me lose my appetite.

"Aunt Carrie?" A loud, high-pitched voice echoed from the front door. My heart sank.

Speaking of the devil, the devil is already here! Yay! Bring out the wine and let's celebrate!

"Aunt Carrie!" A woman wearing a bright pink jumpshort run from the kitchen corridor and into my mother's seat and hugged her tight. My poor mom wasn't able to chew on her toast as Olivia had already wrapped her arms around Mom's neck.

"Oh my," my mom exclaimed, laughing at Olivia's careless behavior.

The bright pink power pop girl turned to me with a grin wider than a super highway. "Peter!" I tried to back away but she grabbed my shirt and showered my face with baby kisses. "I missed you so much! Did you know that I already found that tiny little blip you were asking me to find in Lucan's handbook? I found it! " She began talking about random things and clung to my neck like we haven't seen each other for ten years when in fact she just came her yesterday. The thought irritated me.

"Whoa," I said, slowly and carefully pushing her away. I swear if not for my mother's presence I could've thrown her out the window. Now don't get me wrong. I do not hate her. I do not like her either. It's just that this girl is so annoying and talks faster than Eminem. She could be a Grammy winner. "That's nice," I said in a wooble.

"The Red Parade will be this afternoon! We should watch!" She said, looking very delighted of the thought.

I shook my head. "Olivia I ca—I yeah, of course."

My mom lowered down her brow after hearing me said yes.

"Really?" My cousin clapped her hands. "I am so excited! Thank you so much Pete! You're the best!"

I gave her a dry smile. The Red Parade is an annual street festival in Cavaldon celebrated in the first week of June. There will be a lot of activities and fun stuff out there. But I didn't feel like going. Not because of Olivia or any other person. But because I was feeling kind of off. It felt like if I go there, something bad is going to happen.

And I don't know what it is.