Dreamsicles by Kelli G (good story books to read .TXT) 📖

and headed down to the hallway which leads to the stairs of the school’s upper floors.

          As the six of them reached the Sewing Department, they stopped to watch the writings written in blood on the door.

          To end the despair

          Come in a pair

          Here in my lair

          Solve riddles if you dare

          “Riddles, huh?” Candace quickly locked arms with Fred. “Paired!” she announced smugly that earned eye rolling from all of them. Even Fred.

          They shuffled into the room and yet another message was written in the wall in blood.

          Each of the pair

          Choose in my lair

          A place of drawers

          And find the answers

          The six of them wandered over their chosen table where a small drawer made of wood sat in the middle of it.

          Grayson opened the first lower drawer and got out a drawing of a teddy bear’s head while Fantasma opened the second lower drawer and the upper first drawer. There was a white, full bodied teddy in the first drawer and a green head of a teddy bear on the second.

          “Maybe there’s something in the bears?” Fantasma murmured and her head began to spin so she braced both her hands on the table.

          “Tassie! Are you okay?” Grayson asked and was about to reach for her when she lightly swatted his hand away.

          “I-I’m fine… Check the… the white bear.”

          Grayson quickly got the white bear and already knew that that was the bear they were looking for judging by the bulge on its back, he made work to shred the bear in half and got its contents. Four keys.

          They both looked at each other and glanced at the last four unopened drawers with a keyhole.

          Fantasma slowly turned around to break the news to her group. “Hey guys you…” her sentence ended in gasp and her legs buckled and Grayson dropped the bear while bracing himself on the table.

          Behind them, all their friends lay on the ground, bloodied, dead, their bodies are rent in half and their innards are laid out for the world to see… Just like what Grayson did to the bear.

          A bloodied message was scrawled on the wall above their dead friends.

          Congratulations, boy

          In this next ploy

          No need to be coy

          We’ll just take our toy

          “Toy… What does it mean—Tassie! Tassie!” He screamed as Fantasma breathed heavily and landed with a thud on the floor. He rushed beside her and held her in his arms.

          “Tassie! Tassie, no!”

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          Fantasma’s tears streamed down her cheeks to no end. She was looking at Grayson. He was crying while holding her. Her dead body.

          She wrapped herself in her arms and cried even harder. She knew who she was now. She remembered all she’d done.

          “G-Grayson…” she whispered.

          To her surprise, he looked up and around and his gaze locked on hers. His tear-stained cheek reddened with anger.

          “G-Grayson…” she repeated again.

          “So it was you.” he accused. “It was you all along!”

          Fresh tears welled from her eyes. “Grayson… I’m sorry.”

          He looked down at her body, her dead body, and gently planted a kiss on her lips before placing her gently on the floor and clasped her hands together on her chest. He stood up and looked at her, the ghost.

          “You were behind all of this.”

          “Yes.” she whispered, ashamed.

          “Why?”

          “I… I don’t know.”

          “Liar. If you wanted this to begin with, you would’ve just killed me and be done with it,” his voice dripped like acid.

          “If I didn’t do that, where’s the fun in all that?” she said in a voice that was not her own and she clasped a hand to her mouth.

          His eyes narrowed. “I knew it. You just wanted me to suffer. Why, Fantasma? Because I’ve shown you something you lack while you’re living? That you just had to be someone I love to taste that and that the realization that you are just a parasite feeding off love, you want me to suffer because I showed you love that was not for you to begin with?”

          Fantasma’s eyes flashed with anger and hurt. He never called her by name before. It was always Tassie.

          “And calling the body you used a toy… Could you get any lower?”

          “I tried!” She shouted in a cacophony of a million voice melded into one.

          Grayson was caught off guard. Not because of the voices that she just emitted but at what she just said. “What?”

          “I… I tried. I tried stopping the disease. I had to. I need you alive. For the survivors.” she whispered and with her head down, she cried.

          “W-what do you mean?”

          “Our friends…” she looked at the dead bodies. “They’re infected. We love them all and I don’t want you to feel bad when they die. So I killed them for you while you’re busy with the bear.”

          “What?!”

          “You can look at their innards if you want.” She gulped and more tears. “Mark was infected first yet Loraine had to kiss him to prove to Candace that he’s not infected even though she knew he is. That’s how much Loraine loves Mark.”

          Grayson ran a hand through his hair. “What the fuck was she thinking? What about Candace? Fred?”

          “Candace…” she sniffed. “She’s almost in the transformation. She came in contact with the infection almost a week ago and kept it to herself. Fred? She made a one-night stand with him and…”

          “Fuck!” Grayson looked down on her dead body and tears began to glisten in his eyes. “You also made contact with the disease? That’s why you killed the body?”

          Fantasma shook her head and sobs began wracking her ethereal body. “The body I’m using was growing weak and it cannot deal with my excess powers that whenever I’m on the edge, it goes out of control and… it nicked and bruised Fred. I’ll still die even if I don’t end it here.”

          She floated towards Grayson and placed a ghostly hand on his cheek amidst the tears in her eyes. “I don’t want you hurt. I don’t want anything to happen to you because I know that you’re the only one who could help the survivors live again after the zombies outside kill themselves.”

          “You… You did all this for… me? Even though you know that I’ll hate you for it?”

          She nodded. “I had to. I wasn’t expecting to stay here lingering though. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t go on without you knowing the truth?”

          “Open the drawers. There are combination codes there for the safe hidden in the basement’s wall where we drew our names together. There would be supplies their and provision to last all of you until the disease ends.” she continued.

          Grayson slowly cupped her hand that was on his cheek with his. “Tassie…”

          She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. Breathe din the love, the forgiveness, the acceptance and… the hope. She smiled and kissed him.

          “I love you… Always.”

          And with that, she vanished, leaving Grayson calling out to her.

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3 years later…

          “Thank you, Master Grayson…”

          “Master Grayson, you’re my hero!”

          “Go, Master Grayson!”

          “Long live, Master Grayson!”

          Grayson smiled at the crowd and retreated to his mansion. Yes. Fantasma’s words were right that the zombies get to kill each other and after successfully eradicating the leftover zombies, he was able to get the survivors to grow to live again. He was elected as their ruler after that and no matter how many times he refused, the people grew adamant until he acquiesced.

          While walking in the hallway, he stopped in front of a huge portrait of the woman who was supposed to be by his side when the time came for them to retake humanity. A time like today. A woman who was worthy of the people’s affection and his title. A woman… he loves.

          He gently caressed the portrait.

          “Tassie…”

          “Hmp. I do not look that formal…” a voice made him turn and his heart pound.

          “Or do I?” the woman continued to walk towards him. She had red, waist-length hair, her voice was a bit deeper and her eyes were a bright green. Gone was the short silver-haired, blue eyed, woman he once knew and even if she was in another body, his heart pounded the exact same way it had whenever she’s around.

          “Tassie…” he murmured in disbelief as she kept on walking near him. He stood stock still unable to move a muscle.

          She chuckled and drew her arms around his neck and rolled her eyes. “I know. I already know my name and I don’t need you to repeat them all day.”

          He cupped her face with his hands. “Tassie… Is this really you?”

          She narrowed her eyes at him. “Say my name again and I’ll throw you over your balcony.”

          He laughed as he remembered the time he kept calling her name that she snapped and threatened him that she’ll throw him in the school’s window.

          “You came back…” he said, breathless.

          She nodded. “I did, didn’t I? And don’t ask why. You know the reason and it would always be you. And about the how, well, a wayward soul like me has many ways. Are you gonna kiss me now?”

          He kissed her then and when they got the chance to breath. She whispered.

          “Congratulations, Master Grayson. You did it. I knew you could do it and I love you… Always.”

Imprint

Text: Kelli G
Images: Bookrix
Editing: Kelli G
Publication Date: 10-15-2015

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Dedication:
This is just a short story based on my dream. Sure, this is not my full dream. You know how dreams are, they are random and tend to jump from one dream scene to another, so I got my way to edit this dream so it could have an ending. :) But overall, the essence of the dream is still the same.