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It starts out with my brother and I going to a foreign country for a relaxing vacation. After we settled in for an hour some guards found us saying that they messed up on something. We went with them but we got knocked out, when we woke up there were dark rags on our heads. After some minutes we got out of the vehicle the rags on our heads got lifted, we saw a military prison of some sort. I asked where we were and a guard got a map and pointed to what I thought was the outskirts of North Korea.
Within the prison we were taken to section for kids and teens of all sorts with different backgrounds. The officials there interrogated my brother and I using as little violence as possible which was a surprise to me considering we were in North Korea. After they were done with us they contacted the leader of the section we were currently in and we were to follow him. We were taken to a torture asylum room where all our stuff was taken away and we had to wear dirty ragged clothing. The room was a dark mossy green with brown blood stains that covered almost every spot.
Four beds were lined up neatly even though filth stained the mattresses and the frames were littered with dark rust. There was a tray with different tools sitting on a small wooden table and pipes in the same condition as the bed frames along the same was as the large sliding doors entrance. The officials quickly left after they turned us in to the leader of the current section also in the room was one pair of brothers and one pair of sisters. All four of them looked to be of Asian decent but the brothers were older than the sisters. The sisters were more like twins and had matching dirty pink dresses and twin hair bows and the brothers were wearing the same ragged clothing.
Then the leader came immediately one of the twin sisters hid under a bed and the other behind some pipes in a rotting condition. The brothers hugged each other as hard as they could with a sad look on them. To threaten my brother and I the leader took one of the brothers' but the other tries to firmly grab his hand as he begged and cried. Unfortunately the brother was left sobbing as he curled in a ball while the sisters were screaming at the guy to stop. My brother and I stood hopeless as the leader scarred us with what he did to that innocent young boy.
He violently and brutally cut the brother that he took leaving plop sounds as the boy's inwards flopped to the floor. The leader was laughing through his actions, almost as if was praising himself for his best work ever. Suddenly his assistant came to help him but something escaped my brother so he took on the lady. He left pieces of shredded flesh on her abdomen with scissors and large bloody dents on her head with a pipe while I headed over to the leader. I didn't struggle with him as I knocked him out in a few punches and then I went to saw him in half horizontally.
He kept pushing my head away and tried to grouch my eyes but I kept cutting him up with a small saw. The saw broke and I just had to severe the vertebral column so I did with my hands and a knife. He was left in the same condition as the little boy and I took his keys from his pocket and opened the large hanger like door. I told the boy and the girls to stay in the room as my brother and I help liberate the other innocent prisoners. The place was small with 20 buildings housing 4 children each of different ages and mixed genders.
Other kids and teens helped us liberate the others and escape the damned place, they found various types of tools to cut holes in the fence and they escapes one by one.
"Time to go guys."
"Thank you.... for saving.... us."
"Don't worry, they can't ever hurt you again. Let's go before is gets bad."
"Wait I can't leave my brother like this, I want him to get a proper burial."
"We have no time, let's go!"
"I will not leave until he is at peace."
There was locked door in the room and I went to unlock it, expecting to find something to bury the boy. The room was very clean and organized, it had to be the leader's office then I saw a fuzzy wolf blanket on top of a clean bed. I went to place the half part of the boy in the blanket and I tried to find the lower half but couldn't, assuming the guy got rid of it some how. Luckily the bed had rolling wheels and I transported the bed with the boy outside and as I was about to leave with the body it had started snowing lightly. I chose a spot in a nearby forest and dug a hole big enough for the body with a shovel, the boy came to say his last words to his brother as I stood by his side.
Camp alarms quickly sounded, I went back to the horrible room where the boy followed.
"Later guys, this is where we leave."
"Wait can't you stay with us and care for us?"
"I really wish I could, I really do but my brother and I have some things left to do. Please don't cry then you are going to make me cry too. This is for the best, may you, your sister, and your friend live very successful lives."
"Wait, will we ever see you again?"
"I very much hope we do. May our paths cross again, I want to see how big you guys grow up to be."
"Good bye and thanks, thank you."
"Wait what are your names?"
"Jeff."
"Mia."
"Mya."
"I won't ever forget you."
After that the kids went together and escaped through an opening while my brother and I went out through another. I don't know why but the snow, the tragedy, and something else made me have a bit of nostalgia and I played one of those soft calm piano songs in my head, thinking it would be great with what happened that day.
Within the prison we were taken to section for kids and teens of all sorts with different backgrounds. The officials there interrogated my brother and I using as little violence as possible which was a surprise to me considering we were in North Korea. After they were done with us they contacted the leader of the section we were currently in and we were to follow him. We were taken to a torture asylum room where all our stuff was taken away and we had to wear dirty ragged clothing. The room was a dark mossy green with brown blood stains that covered almost every spot.
Four beds were lined up neatly even though filth stained the mattresses and the frames were littered with dark rust. There was a tray with different tools sitting on a small wooden table and pipes in the same condition as the bed frames along the same was as the large sliding doors entrance. The officials quickly left after they turned us in to the leader of the current section also in the room was one pair of brothers and one pair of sisters. All four of them looked to be of Asian decent but the brothers were older than the sisters. The sisters were more like twins and had matching dirty pink dresses and twin hair bows and the brothers were wearing the same ragged clothing.
Then the leader came immediately one of the twin sisters hid under a bed and the other behind some pipes in a rotting condition. The brothers hugged each other as hard as they could with a sad look on them. To threaten my brother and I the leader took one of the brothers' but the other tries to firmly grab his hand as he begged and cried. Unfortunately the brother was left sobbing as he curled in a ball while the sisters were screaming at the guy to stop. My brother and I stood hopeless as the leader scarred us with what he did to that innocent young boy.
He violently and brutally cut the brother that he took leaving plop sounds as the boy's inwards flopped to the floor. The leader was laughing through his actions, almost as if was praising himself for his best work ever. Suddenly his assistant came to help him but something escaped my brother so he took on the lady. He left pieces of shredded flesh on her abdomen with scissors and large bloody dents on her head with a pipe while I headed over to the leader. I didn't struggle with him as I knocked him out in a few punches and then I went to saw him in half horizontally.
He kept pushing my head away and tried to grouch my eyes but I kept cutting him up with a small saw. The saw broke and I just had to severe the vertebral column so I did with my hands and a knife. He was left in the same condition as the little boy and I took his keys from his pocket and opened the large hanger like door. I told the boy and the girls to stay in the room as my brother and I help liberate the other innocent prisoners. The place was small with 20 buildings housing 4 children each of different ages and mixed genders.
Other kids and teens helped us liberate the others and escape the damned place, they found various types of tools to cut holes in the fence and they escapes one by one.
"Time to go guys."
"Thank you.... for saving.... us."
"Don't worry, they can't ever hurt you again. Let's go before is gets bad."
"Wait I can't leave my brother like this, I want him to get a proper burial."
"We have no time, let's go!"
"I will not leave until he is at peace."
There was locked door in the room and I went to unlock it, expecting to find something to bury the boy. The room was very clean and organized, it had to be the leader's office then I saw a fuzzy wolf blanket on top of a clean bed. I went to place the half part of the boy in the blanket and I tried to find the lower half but couldn't, assuming the guy got rid of it some how. Luckily the bed had rolling wheels and I transported the bed with the boy outside and as I was about to leave with the body it had started snowing lightly. I chose a spot in a nearby forest and dug a hole big enough for the body with a shovel, the boy came to say his last words to his brother as I stood by his side.
Camp alarms quickly sounded, I went back to the horrible room where the boy followed.
"Later guys, this is where we leave."
"Wait can't you stay with us and care for us?"
"I really wish I could, I really do but my brother and I have some things left to do. Please don't cry then you are going to make me cry too. This is for the best, may you, your sister, and your friend live very successful lives."
"Wait, will we ever see you again?"
"I very much hope we do. May our paths cross again, I want to see how big you guys grow up to be."
"Good bye and thanks, thank you."
"Wait what are your names?"
"Jeff."
"Mia."
"Mya."
"I won't ever forget you."
After that the kids went together and escaped through an opening while my brother and I went out through another. I don't know why but the snow, the tragedy, and something else made me have a bit of nostalgia and I played one of those soft calm piano songs in my head, thinking it would be great with what happened that day.
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Another horror dream but when I had this dream it really didn't scare me it just shocked me towards the end. If you have a better title for this story please let me know, I am trying to find ways to improve my work. All support is very much appreciated and feedback is always welcomed. Also let me know if you want to tell my dreams in first person or in third person.
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