Aiko stared at the grotesque scene in pure horror and disgust. She felt sick, nausea, as she started vomiting on the alley floor. Thick string of bile mixing with the stretching pool of blood, coming from Aiko's direction. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Yuki... No! Oh god! No!"
Aiko screamed, broken.
The nightmare turned toward Aiko, letting go of the limbed Aiko. The yellow mucus dripped from its many mouth. The nightmare took a squielching step forward.
Aiko's eyes widened in pure horror. "NO! STAY AWAY! DON'T COME! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" She begged, her voice filled with panic and a desperate need to live.
But her legs refused to obey her. In pure horror, she urinated, as it soaked her white shorts, running down her thighs. She desperately slid backward on her hands and butt.
The Nightmare lunged toward her.
With a bone chilling, sharp crack, the Nightmare shot one of it's niddle like finfer toward her. Aiko threw her arms up, over her head, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Suddenly, a burst of machine gun fire erupted from behind her, like a saviour.
A squad of black armoured SWAT, rushed into the alley. The captain barked, ordering his men.
"Squad A, open fire!. Squad B, get the girl to safety, now!"
Two officers rished forward, grabbing Aiko, fragging her away from the nightmare. She lost consciousness in their grip.
Squad A continue to fire at the nightmare. It pierced through its skinless muscles, tearing chunks of raw muscles, and black vein apart.
The nightmare roared. The special bullets, infused with Aether... Started bursting the Nightmate from inside, as more mucus dripped of its many mouths.
It thrashed wildly. More mucus and gore, pouring into the ground. The stench of decay and shit, filled the alley.
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The world, as always... Was wrong.
The air was still filled with same smell of decay. The sky, a sickly purple, streaked with pulsing blue. The buildings melted into thick black sludge, while the far away buliding, twisting into impossible spiral.
Everything felt the same.
But this time... Yohan and Mirai stood opposite each other. They looked, flushed, breathless, chest rising and falling heavily.
They stood, facing eachother for a long time. Condusion and longing in their eyes.
Mirai thought, *Who is he?*
Yohan wondered, *Who is she?*
Slowly, hesitantly, they extended their hands toward eachother. But before they could touch... The world faded into white and gray.
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Yohan's eyes snapped open in his bed. Tears were already streaming down his face. He sat up slowly. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His breathing was heavy, heart still piunding from the dream.
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At the same...
Mirai's eyes snapped open in her own bed. Tears streaming down her cheeks silent. She shot up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand vigoruously, as if she could rub the image of the boy from her head.
Her chest felt tight, heart felt heavy, and a lingering warmth still lingered under her skin.
"Who was he?" She said, her voice cracking, as she hid her face behinf her hand, crying now. "And... Why am I crying."
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Beside Yohan, Yumi stirred under the blanket. She had slept the whole night, snuggling up aginst him, refusing to leave him when had fever. She slowly woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her small fist. When she saw his tear streaked face, her expression changed instantly.
"Onii-Chan...?" She shot up instantly, shifting her small body on the mattress, sitting uo on his lap.
"Onii-Chan." She called him again, softly. Her voice filled with worry.
He looked down toward her. Still dazed and confused. Why is he crying? It was just a dream, right?
Yumi cupped his face with her small hands, thumps brushing away the tears on his face. "Onii-Chan... Why're you crying? Did you had a bad dream?"
Yohan just nodded.
Without hesitation, Yumi wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Her small body pressed against him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Onii-Chan... Everyrhing is fine now. You Little Sister is here. I won't let any bad dream hurt you."
Yohan smiled softly, wrapping his arms around his little sister in return. The warmth of her tiny frame and that familiar smell of her hair, eased the tightness in his chest, making the dream seemed something distant.
She stayed like that for a long moment before she pulled back slightly, Her puppy eyes widening in sudden realisation. She pressed her forehead against his, as if checking something very imporant.
"Onii-Chan... Onii-Chan! You're not burning anymore." She said exitedly, bounching on his lap. "My special hug worked. Yeah!"
Yohan couldn't help but let out a happy chuckle. "Yeah... It really did. Yumi's specal hugs." He said, poking on her nose.
Yumi giggled happily, bouncing on his lap as she called, "Maama! Maama! Onii-Chan's fever is gone. My hugs healed him!"
Yohan patted her head, "You don't have to shout from my lap."
"I have to." She protested, "Mamma was really worried you know."
"Sorry about that." Yohan spoke softly, still patting her head.
Just then, the bedroom door opened and their mother came in. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, bang framing her face. Her huge breast straining against her apron, wide fertile hips swaying with each step.
The moment she saw Yohan sitting with Yumi on his lap, her warm dark eyes were filled with relief.
"Oh, my baby." She breathed, hurrying over to the bed.
She pressed her soft palm on his forehead, then to his cheek. A soft smile spread across her lips. "Your fever is really gone. Thank god."
Without another word, she sat on the edge of the bed, her soft, wide, fertile hips, sinking on to the mattress. Before Yohan could speak, she pulling him into a tight hug, pressing his face firmly between her soft, huge boobs. Her warm, pillowy flesh enveloped his cheeks, as she cradled his head with both arm, rocking him gently like he was still her little boy.
"My strong boy... You scared Mommy so much." Her voice filled with motherly affection and a hint of scolding. She kissed the top of his, burying her face on his hair. "Don't you ever make me worry like that. I was awake half the night, checking on you. My poor back, burning up like that."
Yohan's face was buried in the comforting warmth of her boobs, her scent surrounding him.
"Mum..." He murmered softly against her boobs, hugging her back.
She held him closer, one hand stroking his back, while the other played with his hair.
"You're not allowed to get sick, understand?" She said in that soft, clingy tone, pressing another kiss to his hair. "Mummy needs her big, handsome boy, healthy and strong. Who else is going to take care of me and this little troubmaker?" She glanced at Yumi with fondness, before squeezing tighter, her huge boobs, squishing against his face.
Yumi giggled softly from his lap, "See Onii-Chan... Mamma was really worried.
Yohan nodded softly against her boobs.
Then there mother spoke again, "Ohh... I forgot to tell you two. I am going to meet an old friend of mine. You two take care of each other."
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END OF CHAPTER : 3 : BULLETS!
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