BROKEN SAVIOR:  THE SEQUEL

CHAPTER I

It was a dark and relatively cool night.  The moon was shining brightly, the air was cool and still.  All was peaceful, all was quiet.  All except for Juka.  

Juka lay in bed fast asleep, wrapped tightly under silken sheets.  He tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep.  Usually Juka slept just fine, but this was no normal night.  Juka was having a nightmare.  But it wasn’t your usual “falling over the edge of a building” or “being chased by the crazy old cat lady down the street” kind of nightmare.  This was one of those very vivid and esoteric nightmares, where everything seems like you’re awake.  

In this nightmare, Juka was standing in the middle of a pitch-black, eerily quiet and seemingly endless expanse.  Everything around him was shrouded in a thick shadow, except for him.  Suddenly, a bright red light shined down upon him from the sky above him.  The light illuminated his current whereabouts, revealing him to be standing on top of what looks a large body of water.  He looks towards the crimson horizon, showing no end to this huge ocean.  As soon as Juka got a feel for his surroundings, his feet were ensnared by several pairs of hands, pulling him underneath the water.  He struggled to get free, but the grip of the hands pulled him deeper under the water.  He tried to maintain holding his breath as he quickly plunges deeper and deeper into the freezing cold water.  Just then, he hit the bottom and all the water disappeared.  He could now breathe again, but this was only the beginning of this hellish scenario.

Suddenly, Juka was lifted off the ground by an unseen force and was left floating above a large, old, ruined graveyard.  He heared a loud rumbling from the ground beneath him and saw the ground breaking.  Before he could even blink, a tall tower-like structure made of the bones and decomposing corpses rises quickly from the ground.  It almost seemed as if it would push him even higher into the air, but it stopped as soon as it reached his feet.  He could almost feel and smell the large tower of death beneath him.  Juka then heard a raspy and sinister voice whisper his name.  

“Who’s there?!” yelled Juka, listening to his voice echo out into the distance.

Just then, Juka woke up in a cold sweat.  It had been the fourth time he had this dream this week.  He pulled the covers off of him, and sat at the edge of his bed.  He put his hands against his bare, sweaty chest, feeling his heart pump from beneath his ribcage .  He put his head in his hands, breathing in deeply.

“Come on, pull yourself together.” He said to himself.  Juka then got up out of bed and walked toward his bathroom.

He flicked the light switch, turning the bathroom light on.  He walked towards the sink and turned the tap, releasing a burst of cold water from the tap.  He dampened a face cloth lying on the towel rack and brought the cold, wet cloth to his face.  He pushed his platinum blonde hair away from his face and washed his face from the sweat.  He shut the tap off and put the cloth back on the rack.  He put his hands on the side of the sink and stared into the mirror.  He was afraid to go back to sleep, fearing that he would have to relive that scenario again.  But it was late and he had to wake up early in the morning.  So he just walked towards the living room and sat down in an armchair.  He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, praying that he wouldn’t have that horrible nightmare.