Fiction:War of Hyperspace/Cesterity's Nightmare

Fleet Captain Cesterity was a great commmander of the Drodo Empire, forced to survive in the void of Hyperspace.

Whenever he wasn't working (which was almost non-stop) he would be asleep. His only safe haven from the stresses of running a disheartened crew across a endless void.

Or was it really?

He soon experiances odd dreams and nightmares, and a man coming to him in his day-to-day activites, even.

This is the story of Cesterity's Nightmares.

The First Visit
The Fleet Captain was enjoying a rather pleasent dream,

He was walking down the streets of his hometown, Halifaxia. He breathed in some of the fresh, coastal air. And observed the myriad brick and durasteel buildings. He smiled, and tipped his black fedora cap to a young woman who was rather awed by his presence. However, his positive look morphed into a concerned gaze as he set his eyes on a tall, black figure in the distance. It set him off somewhat, he knew that whatever it was, it shouldn't be there. But he was compelled by his curiosity to move forward in cautious, awkward steps toward the figure.

As he did, the entire scene seemed to darken and slow down.

He raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, and let his mouth gently open and close as he formed a response in his mind;

"Uh, hello?" He said at last. He continued;

"Who are you, exactly?"

No response.

He stepped forward a bit closer, and with a sudden assertiveness in his voice said;

"I asked you a question."

Once again, no response.

There was a pause before the figure turned around, and revealed his face;

It was his own.

His own down to the last detail, everything from his shortish hair, to that scar that went at, a little around, and under his eye, and his sideburns that he kept flared out a little.

He widened his eyes, he was astonished, couldn't explain the turn of events;

"whaa...?" He let dribble out of his mouth uselessly.

He let his eyes dart around, all of the people, once so friendly, or at least indifferent one way to another to his existence, stared at him, with his own face. The confused man didn't understand. Cesterity let his legs carry him back in a full-tilt sprint. But it was no use;

They where everywhere.

He tried bashing on a store's door, in some feeble attempt to escape;

"Who the hell are you people!?" He screamed, he had since forgot he was in a dream.

The horde was advancing on him fast, as well as the original clone, which was in a fit of fury and pure speed. Cesterity realized the door was a lost cause and continued running. He sprinted as fast as he possibly could. However, the original entity in particular was catching up to him.

Cesterity ran into an alley, praying to every god and religion he knew that it led to another road, and not a dead end.

However, his prays where unanswered.

"No!" He yelled, before getting brutally tackled down by the persuing copy of himself. He writhed in pain;

"Geeaaaaahhhh......" he mumbled painfully. Before a heavy boot was put on his neck, cutting off any chance or hope of breathing;

"Oh, god!" Cesterity squeaked, in almost too much pain to speak.

The dark monster drew a insidious and deadly-looking blade, a sword by closer inspection.

Cesterity widened his eyes, and tried to say something, only to have no air in his lungs. He shook his head wildly, feebly resisting. Only for the shadow to emotionlessly and unceremoniously plunge the blade into the Fleet Captain's chest.

Cesterity awoke in a cold sweat.

He wheezed for air a little, and darted around, examining every part of the room he was in from his bedside.

He was relieved to see it was his quarters.

He breathed a long sigh of relief;

"Oh, ha! Ha!" He exclaimed in a jolly tone;

"It was just a dream!" He said again with the same relief and jolliness. He laughed it off again for a few more seconds.

"A bloody dream..." he said quietly, before laying back down, and letting himself drift into a sleep state, and into a new dream...