A knock came to Dr. Simbroe's office door, and a little boy walked in to the psyciatric ward.
"Hello, young Mr. Shocks. How are you today?" The litle boy looked up at the psycolagist and nodded
"I'm okay. How are you, Dr. Simbroe?" The little boy spoke with innocent politeness.
"Are you ready to begin today's session, Mr. Shocks?" The doctor led the boy over to a chair, "Have a seat."
The little boy flopped down into the puffy armchair. He looked upward at Dr. Simbroe, ready for the man to ask him questions.
"Your mother told me that you've been having a nightmare lately, Marty. Will you tell me about it?
There was a breif pause. Marty took in a deep breath. "Well... it's not really a nightmare..."
The doctor waited expectantly "Yes?"
"It's more like... it's kinda weird. I'm in this dream. In this dream, I'm older. Like maybe, fifteen? I dunno... But I seem to be sinking.
"Sinking?"
"Yeah. But, it's not all that bad. I can breath an' everything, so the sinking doesn't bother me."
"Well, then what's disturbing you about this dream? Is there something in the water with you?" Dr. Simbroe knew of cases like that, where people have dreams with the patient drowning, and some kind of monster is pulling them under.
"No, I'm alone. I'm all by myself."
"Then what bothers you?"
Marty glanced downward, eyes miles away from Dr. Simbroe's office. "The marks under my eye start to spark. And the water turns colder. Ice is forming in my hands, and the sparks turn into blue fire. The the ice in my hand forms one of those sword-stick thingies, that the reaper guy carries around with him."
"A scythe?"
"I guess."
The psycologist looked at the little nine-year-old boy. He didn't know what to make of his dream. What was the point of it? It's probably just a bad dream, or a worry of the boy's.
Meet Marty Shocks- a young huma-born demon! He's also known as Matryoshka, witch is his super-hero name. Marty is part of the same story of Archangel.
Marty& Archangel belongs to me.