Waiting for Damon to get out of the bathroom was the longest part of this trip so far. I watched the clock on the far wall and it passed fifteen minutes before I got up and made my way to the bathroom to see what was taking him so long. When I reached the bathroom door I knocked on it and when I heard a frail voice come from the inside, "Occupied, be out in just a moment."
I was frustrated. Damon was not in the bathroom. I had no clue where he was and I decided that I would go back to the booth and wait for him to return.
An hour passed from the time that I returned from the bathroom when Damon returned. His hair was a mess and he had lipstick smeared across his cheek. I was no longer interested in hearing what the dream was about. I handed him a napkin, "Here, you have something on your cheek."
He took the napkin and I swear I could see a blush. He didn't say anything as he used the window to wipe his face clean. He threw the napkin in the trash can that sat below our table. "You ready to hear about that dream now?" He asks me.
I give him a dry look, "No, that's okay. I'm going to take a nap. You take the first watch."
He gave me a weird look, as if he wanted to question my actions, however I didn't give him the chance too because I laid my head to the side and closed my eyes. At first I didn't fall asleep, I sat there listening to Damon sigh every now and then. When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamt of a world filled with darkness. Everything was on fire or being torn down brick by brick. I looked to the right of me to see my father and mother in chains and begging me to have mercy on the world. I looked down at myself and I was covered in silk robes and my body was adorned with jewels. I realized I had caused this. I had created this world. I was their queen. I look to my left and I see Damon laying on the ground, not even the slightest impression that he was breathing. How could he be breathing with the giant slice through his neck. It was amazing how his head hadn't been sliced clean off. I look to my right again and this time I see my father and mother tied to stakes cemented into the ground. I knew that mom was mostly mortal so it wouldn't be hard to tie her up but my father was a god. He shouldn't have been able to be tied up like this. Then once again. I walked over to my father and my mother and I noticed that my mother has a severe head wound. I touch her cheek and she flinches in her unconscious state. I pulled my hand away hurt that my mom would flinch at my touch. Even if she didn't know it was me. "You didn't do this, I hope you know that. This isn't what the future is going to look like, I promise," I look at my father, as the words flow out of his mouth.
He also has a head wound but it looks so much worse than my mothers. "What do you mean? I had to have caused this. I'm the destruction of the world. You've told me all my life," I almost mumble, looking at the ground, still ashamed of who I was fated to be.
"This will only happen if you murder the boy. I figured he would've told you by now because he's proud of it, but he's been fated to be your killer. He was fated to be the savior of the world," my father says, looking up at the sky.
"He's my killer. And you want me to travel with him. You want me to become friends with him, even though he's supposed to end my life. Your daughter's life!" The more I spoke, the angrier I became.
"I can't tell you anymore, except to try and trust the boy. Don't discuss with him about the things we've discussed in this nightmare. I need you to act clueless about all of it still," my father lectured me.
I narrowed my eyes and tried to control my anger, but my efforts proved pointless as flames burst out of the ground beside me.
I opened my mouth to speak when Damon's corpse, the terrifying sight, pulled my arms and pulled me down into the ground where I fell and I fell.
I continued to fall until I jumped awake and startled the lady with the cart that was passing by our seats.
I apologize to her and look to where Damon was sitting when I had fallen asleep and he was no longer there. The bastard had left me unguarded and unprepared in case of a monster. I stretched in my seat before getting up to go and look for the so-called savior.
I walked back to the bathrooms to see if he had gone to relieve himself once again, but there was no sight of him. So I made a quick pit stop myself and then continued my search by walking towards the back of the train. I walked through the whole train and I was about to catch a breath of fresh air on the caboose balcony when I heard his voice. He was out there and he was talking to someone. I strained my ears as I sat in the seat closest to the door. "Yes, I know what I heard, she was talking in her sleep and she said, 'it happened, I really destroyed the world.' What else is that supposed to mean other than she's the one with the devils fate?" Damon spoke.
"It's most likely true, and you know that means that you have to kill her, you should just do it right now while she's sleeping so you won't have a fight. Even if she's not, she's rude so it's not just a loss for the world," the person he was with said. It was a man. That's all I could tell.
After his companion said what he said Damon was silent and after about five minutes, "I should get back to her before she wakes up, she's been getting more and more restless with her sleep."
As soon as I heard that, I pulled my head to the side and pretended to be asleep and hoping that he couldn't see my face. I hear Damon pass by and then after a couple more seconds I hear a throat being cleared. I pretended to wake up by stretching and looked at the person who cleared their throat. It was a very short man, he had waist length straight black hair and several scars all over his arm, "You're in my seat, ma'am."