Lasta Coop Pre-teen Stories
Story Six
Lasta Coop And The Sandman
A year passed and Lasta had started to develop dark shadows
under her eyes and she was thinner than most her age. One morning her
mother tried to wake her to go to school but the girl did not wake.
She tried again. She checked her pulse, she sighed.
Steady. That's good. Now the question is, why is she not
waking up? She then was about to
call the doctors until she looked back and to her confusion and
horror a wound spontaneously opened up on the ten year old's cheek!
Then another and another. She could do nothing but run down the
stairs and scoop up the girl and attend to the wounds.
“Joseph! Call the hospital! Something's happening with Lasta!”
she shouted and within the hour she was in the ambulance.
“Bizarre...if I didn't know any better I would say she is
trapped in a state of unconsciousness.” said the doctor as he
looked at the girl as another wound opened and then blood dripped
from her back. “WHAT THE HELL!”
LC
The night before Lasta climbed into bed as usual and as usual
she felt her anxiety build in her chest as she closed her eyes. She
let her mind relax into the world of dreams and as she shapes of her
dream took form the first thing that she noticed was the colour. It
was like real life and then something massive was about to hit her
when she spotted sand drive it away and then in front of her was a
man who looked as if he was controlling the sand which cut through
the creature like small knives and the creature fell by her feet.
“What the-”
Lasta looked up to see a monochrome man in a silver suit.
“Lasta...No, you, you are the younger. Ah! Your timeline is
difficult to follow...No! Wait! I now know why you are here. You told
me about it...The evil sorcerer Morn...He's trapped you here using
your tooth.” he said. “She...YOU! Told me to help you...”
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Well, I am Sandman and the fact that you are here means that
this is the version I am meant to help most of all!” he introduced.
“And by that I mean you take care of the Dream Demon, forged by the
combination of the seven original from the days of old.”
Lasta nodded. “Right.”
“And when facing him try not to fear, it will create a door
in your mind and do not doubt that you can defeat it.” he said.
The journey was long and by the time they reached the place Lasta
had to take a break to rub her feet. She looked up at the tower which
was made of black as if it was moulded into the shape that she saw
before her eyes.
That looks better than the other one. She admitted as she
felt a creeping dread slowly take it's seat in the pit of her
stomach. She then felt something rise in her chest as she felt her
heartbeat and breathing pattern increase.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. Please get
me out of here! I don't want to be here! Please Morn let me go! It's
not my fault let me go! I just want to go home! She thought as
she felt something choking her from inside her as her vision started
to blur. She blinked out a tear and, fearing of looking weak wiped it
away before the Sandman could see it.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Does it matter?” she asked. “I'm never going to get home
without going in there and facing whatever it is that Morn has to
offer. Plus, the sooner this is over with the better, after all I do
need to get up.”
She then stood to her feet and brushed herself off. She then
turned and walked through the doorway. To a room of nothing but
darkness with traces of silver sculls with sharp teeth and bones of
monsters all around. She spotted that the room was littered with
debris which cut into the soles of Lasta's feet.
“Close your eyes, it will help you see.” Sandman said. Lasta
nodded as she felt something yank her up by the back of her neck and
for a moment she felt herself in the air and then she felt herself
falling and she was about to land on the debris but just at the last
moment she was tossed into the air again and then she fell onto the
debris back first! Pain entered her whole body like an electric
shock, one that sent tears down her cheeks as she backed away,
cutting her palms and soles.
“No! No...no...no..No...NO!” she shouted as she saw the
Frankenstein's monster before her. Her eyes opened out of her horror
of it all.
“Well, well, well! Looks like we have a weak one!” she
heard a voice say.
“I know, she's just a poor, poor little child far from home!”
she heard another. She felt herself hiccuping as her arms shook.
“She's quite pitiful, I wish that we could keep her here
forever, that is until he comes.” she heard another.
“But you heard the boss... She has to die.” she heard
another just as her arms gave way and she landed on her back again.
She then saw the shadows of what seemed to be a claw. She closed her
eyes for a moment to see what she was looking at. Seeing that it was
a claw of what looked like a dragon she then dared to look up to see
that the demon had more than one head, it had six! What was worse was
how close it was to her head!
“NO! Don't-DON'T! You-please!” she cried as she tried to
raise her arms but the demon pushed her arms away.
“Oh...Don't worry, it won't be too painful!” said the fifth
head as he twisted his head.
“NO PLEASE!” she cried as sand-grains hit the demon off
her.
“Leave her alone! You need not kill her, your master is
gone!” Sandman shouted. The demon raised one of his eyebrows and
nodded. He then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Maybe next time.” he laughed as he pulled away leaving the
trembling girl.
“I am afraid that I could not get your tooth but I can say
that you can wake up now, but when you do, you shall need to rest and
recuperate” he said.
“'Recuperate'?” Lasta asked.
“Yes for the injuries that you have sustained from this will
appear in the World Of Awakening. So you must rest up.” he
explained. “And one last thing before you go, when Morn binds you
to an enemy if ether of you are to survive, you must learn to work
together, and if you retain any selfishness you will become your
mother.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as she woke up. She looked
around and spotted that she was lying on her stomach and as she
looked up she saw her adopted mother. She felt a stinging pain in her
back and as she rose her hand and looked at the palm she knew that it
was not an ordinary dream.
WHAT! I'm bleeding? Does that mean that I could have died? In
my very own dream? If so, then I really do need to get back that
tooth and destroy any other teeth that I loose. C'mon Tooth Fairy
what the Hell are you doing?
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