Days from Nightmares (A FFXI fanfiction, "R" ratinFollow

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this story apparently around 4 am this morning, although I don’t remember it. To put it simply, it is a CoP story, about how Wolfgang (of the Jeunoan guard) reacts to seeing that boy who starts the whole saga of Chains of Promathia, and how it is slowly driving him to insanity.

I don’t own Final Fantasy XI, I don’t own Promathia, I don’t own anything. Its all Squareenix’s belongings, so please, don’t sue.

I am dedicating this story to my beloved Erin (Kumori). You taught Nights to love, a long time ago, and your death is only viewed with sorrow by him. In my roleplaying, you are never truly forgotten.
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Days into Nightmares
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The boy plunged the knife deeply into my chest, and twisted it slowly.

“For the glory of the children born from the tears of Promathia” he hissed between his clenched teeth. “For the glory of the full moon…”

Blood started to bubble up in my throat and spew forward out of my mouth as I bent over double quaking.

“Die Goddess worshipper…” He cackled with a twisted smile on his ashened face as he withdrew the blade, and stuck it back into me, mangling more flesh and blood into a gory froth.

“Never…” I faintly whisper. I fall down to the ground onto the knife, driving it deeper into me.

He grabs my head by a small tuft of hair, and yanks it upwards towards the nighttime sky.

“Can you see it? Can the Emptiness see you now? CAN YOU SEE THE FULL MOON NOW?????” He screams those words at me in a poisonous screech over and over again never ending never stopping.

Faintly between the blood misted red clouds I see the shining orb dangling in the sky. Perfectly round, it glowed with an eerie light.

The boy leaned his face over my sight, and closed in enough to where he was the only thing I could see was his dark eyes and his white hair falling into my face.

“THE DAWN GODDESS IS DEAD, DEAD I SAY! There is your proof of Her demise. Now can you see the Emptiness???” His black spit flecked into the blood that dribbled down my lips, my eye sockets, and my ears.

The wind picked up blowing my blood everywhere.

He started to speak quietly, dangerously. “Now…accept Him into your heart and soul…accept Him…”

He pulled the knife slowly out of my body and slowly, carefully slits my throat with glee.

“I said to accept Him…”

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I can’t sleep anymore.

I see that boy in my dreams every night now.

Every night I see him talking about the full moon and the coming of Him.

Every night I die.

Ever since I first stared into his eyes in Qufim Hunting Grounds, I can’t get him out of my mind.

It’s like a curse, festering and growing, sucking away at the very core of my soul every time I sleep.

I have started to learn to live without sleeping. No sleep means no dreams means no dying.

No dying means no death.

I have to find this boy. I have to find him, and slice his own throat open. This boy damned me into days with nightmares that flash in the back of my mind whenever I get drowsy.

Must find him…

Must kill him…

Must free me from this aria of sorrow, so that I might feel the sweet sweet beat of sanity’s requiem pulsating once more in my bursting eardrums.

Must remove the stench of death and blood and decay from my world of dreams.

I must feel his blood on my hands…

I must be freed.

-fin

ohhhh That reminds me...
I owe Wolfgang a nice swift kick in the genitals! "Slap me again, and I'll tear them off!!!"