Nightmares

The Prophet

"Herbs and grass had peaked and grown,

Eternally, they stood overbearing,

Lips crimson with a touch so mellow,

Peaches with a pink fragrance, sweetness between white daggers,

Their kind is invincible, even when

Hell has risen,

Eastern wind brought chills down the spine,

Yet we stood with arrogance,

As everything changed,

Right now, in this instance,

Emotions overpowered and with a clear snap within two fingers,

Never saw it coming,

Odours spread like a sign, yet we never notice,

Till it is too late

Yearning at the sight, we swore an

Oath that was bound to be broken,

Utter silence hit harder than a downpour,

Right now, in this instance,

Face stained with gleaming red,

All fake like plastic,

Moreover, I still doubt,

If they received my message,

Lord, please give me one more chance, let me embrace the

Yearling."

...

"You did such a good job at it, Sam, darling. I can see you are heartfelt about the global-warming issue. Would you like to show this to your parents?"

The teacher knelt down to the little boy's eye level, as she sank her body lower she suddenly had dizziness overwhelming her head. In a flash, she scanned over the bolded letter of each line.

"Ow." She yelped.

The room seemed to spin around her, and the letters all came together to make a statement that gave her shivers and goosebumps.

She cocked her head like a stained doorknob to peer into the small boy's eyes, and he smiled back.

"Save yourself while you still can," he whispered.

...

"Where are you going, darling?"

The young teacher turned to see her mother beside the kitchen table, cleaning and humming as always. 

Her mother always wears such a soft and warm smile, sometimes the smile is held for too long, and the teacher wonder if it's exhausting to live a thoughtful life.

Cheering everybody with her smile, even though it means to hide her own fears and scars.

Thought the teacher, who replied with the same smile to her warm mother, but stood silently.

Tears streaked down her face.

But what she couldn't see, it's the transparent strings that glowed attached to her mother's limbs.

...

Help, they are not your family.

...

[Subject: The Prophet]

[The Prophet can take in any shape or form and will do when he/she is trying to save people from their destined fate. Agents found out he will not remember anything about his "Prophet" self but only the tragic future that happened to a person who he/she thinks did not deserve such gruesome death.]

[The subject is fairly friendly towards innocent humans. During the research, The Prophet named the crimes that one of his/her targets had committed and the man "Ryan Ugo" suffered a terrible death that none of the experienced soldiers can stand.]

[After confirming The Prophet will not harm those people who are innocent, the Special Psychic Events Department had destroyed all information files and stopped investigating.]

[There are far more Monster and Ghosts we need to keep under control]