Wayne

I had a really creepy dream awhile ago....and I decided to write a story about it. If any of you have watched "Shark" than you might know the character Wayne, from the episodes "Wayne's World." Well, If you don't he's a serial killer who kills young girls, and it just so happens that I dreamnt about him a few night in a row. It was the same character but different. Kind of like a fanfic au where all the events in the show never happened and he was created anew, but the same in my dream. It really creeped me out, but it turned out like some sort of novel! I can't claim it as an original story since Wayne is not my character but I'll just post a small part of my dream up here. Scared the sh*t out of me. If you guys want more, I'll post more. GAH! I can NOT draw beards man.....they sux.


I couldn’t stop myself from breathing as hard as I was. The pain where the knife entered my side was almost unbearable. I clung to my seeping wound through my blood soaked clothes in my shaking hand. My hair was matted and wet in different places from the blood that was gushing from a fresh wound on my head. ‘I want to die….’ My body begged as I began to crawl away on my stomach.

Wayne stood in the corner of the room. He was wiping my blood off of his knife with a towel from the kitchen. “He glanced at me and noticed my crawling. Slowly he walked over to me. He of course was not concerned that I might be able to get away because he made sure of that in my current condition I could not physically go anywhere fast enough to not be overpowered. He stood over me, and I froze momentarily. He grabbed the belt on my jeans and tugged me down in between his legs. In a single movement his long and strong fingers reached underneath me and flipped my over onto my back. The sudden jerk pulled my wound open even more, which forced me to release a cry of pain.

He reached forward with the knife and moved my wispy hair out of my face with the tip of the blade. I flinched but was still wincing from the pain he had caused in my sides. “Wayne…” I begged, the hitch in my voice and heaving of my chest apparent as I steadied my breathe. I searched his eyes for a second, for a sign that I was going to die. I could see nothing in those steely eyes of hypnotic evaluation.

The knife brushed softly against my skin, the cool steel running shivers down my spine. The cool of the metal seemed to spread all along my broken body from the source of the touch as it made it’s way to my throat and then slowly to my chest, just above my heart. The blade was steady and never moved but as I heaved in deep breathes my chest pressed into the blade, allowing it to poke my skin.

I had never felt more at peace in my life as we stared deeply into each others eyes. “Wayne…” I whispered, my hand inching towards the blade. He made a small smile and then opened his lips to speak---