Memories

Stan never really had asked himself where these dreams come from. These dreams where he was falling. In most cases he just thought them to be something his mind had to be busy with. Though it apparently wasn’t all that.

Lights flickered in the small shuttle as it was going at a speed unbeknownst to Stan. Buttons popping up to be clicked on by a hand that wasn’t there. As the machine made the calculation to land itself on J678-N876. Which was the fortunate planet of earth.

A flash happened and Stan was seeing through the eyes of a little boy. He had been placed on a couch. A large man with a cane slapping against his bottom. And with a dark smile on his face kept telling him to not lie.

Another flash. An older young man was now standing in high school. Stan could see it through the weird lighted mirror in there. There was also a young female. They were in some unspecified genders restroom now that Stan looked around himself. To then be cut off by a hand on his cheek to guide his mouth onto the girls lips. And then, perhaps accidentally, slip from her lips to bite into her neck. The female surrendering to his instinct as she unbuttoned his trousers. Slipping her hand around his member as Stan seemed to chew on her neck a bit longer. Which made Stan know the man in these memories had done this before.

Another flash as Stan saw through the guys eyes the mirror of the bathroom he was in. Awaiting something. To then hear the door open. Close. Which gave his legs the cue to walk himself into the living room. Stan felt a sick smile on his lips as he looked at a young woman he had bitten in a park close by.

“Why am I here”

The woman asked stupidly.

“Because I asked”

Stan told the woman.

“Now you may follow”

He said as he walked to the couch. Not even looking back to see if the woman was following. He knew that if they came to his address, they had to be weak. They could be told anything.

“Take a seat”

Stan felt his lips move as he saw the woman setting herself down.

“Good girl”

He said, which apparently gave the girl a flux of pleasure. A flux of pink going to her cheeks while her eyes rolled slightly to the back of her head. While Stan turned the screen of the tv on, showing a pink spiral going down.

“Look at the tv”

Stan felt himself say. As he knew that the hypnotic trance that would follow would only help his bite be more effective.-

To then wake up in a flash. Still standing in the broken buss. His hands feeling like weights.

He had just done the unthinkable. He had killed someone…