Nightmare Freddy Drawings の小説・ストーリー

“And I will save everyone I care about without hesitation, including Agent 47.” “Stop calling him that.” My smile widened. “You’re welcome.” I entered my room and did another sketch. I just scribbled without ideas in my head, which was somehow relaxing. I was able to do it again. What surprised me the most was the result of my work—it was Knight in his wolf form. “Shit.” I closed the sketchpad and put it on the nightstand. Lying down, I closed my eyes and tried to get a nap. Without warning, he grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

“Probably not.” Maverick walked in slowly, judging the situation in front of him, he looked worried. “What are y’all doing?” I dropped my gaze to the opened sketchbook, going to grab it before Frankie held opened a page to show him. “Look at this, bro. She’s awesome.” Maverick’s mossy gaze slid to mine and he grabbed the sketchbook. Thoughts of everything I’d drawn in there since my freshman year surfaced. I was sure since he tormented me I’d drawn something resembling him once or twice.

He noticed too. I wasn’t hungry. None of us really were. When Jayden finally spoke, it was with that sing-song innocence that never failed to set me on edge lately. “Mommy,” he said, holding up the drawing. “Look.” I took it without thinking. And froze. It was a woman. Or something like one. No face, just a void where her eyes and mouth should be. Long, twisted fingers with dagger-like nails stretching across the page. She stood in a black dress that melted into smoke at the bottom.

Lying on the bed made his arms twitch and his body ache for something to do, for something to hold on to. So, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor, placed the paper on the rug, and started to draw. It wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t meant to be. The first thing he sketched was a throat cut open, not because he wanted to, but because that was all his mind could conjure. It didn't ease up; it just forced the image forward, and his hand went along with it. He drew the jawline from memory, with clean bones and flayed skin.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Who knows if government officials decided to take me away to prick and poke me anyhow and do some mind control experiments on me? I noticed Ken on the field. He looked our direction and smiled when he saw Tiffany. Then frowned when he saw me. Wow. “What else have you been drawing.” I asked Tiffany. She turned to previous pages and showed me some of her art. There was all random stuff I could easily find on the internet, and luckily Tiffany labeled the drawings with dates and descriptions. Some had ‘dream’ written on the corner, others had ‘web’ written on them. “This one was kind of creepy.” Tiffany pointed to a drawing of an old man looking ill on a bed. The blanket was the only item colore

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

Drawings of pack members, little pups playing, an old shewolf working on a loom, a couple who must have been the mother, as she was hugging the man who raised Gary like a son. Lucifron feels like he's evading Gary's privacy, but the drawings were so realistic. He had never imagined that Gary could draw much less with such perfection. He knows he should stop but he continues to defoliate. Members working the fields, a warrior resting sitting near a tree while a shewolf gives him coffee. All the drawings were wonderful and so real. He pulls out the chair and sits down. Ryan, wolves, a river and… Lucifron. Is that he?