The Diaries of Riolu Ungart: Part 6.3; Riolu’s Choice

alwaystheweirdones:

As I see my friend and his frienemy floating aimlessly behind me, and the panic of the people below, the Dream Man looks to his wrist then back to me, stating “Tick, Tock” in a condescending tone.
I have no idea how I got in this mess, but what I do know is that doing nothing isn’t an option.
The Dream Man looks to me. “It’s quite simple really. I release all these people from below, as well as you and your friends, and in return all I ask is you take but a single life. You end up walking away with the better deal.”
The Dream Man turns away. “Otherwise, I’ll just leave you all here”. He starts walking away.
In a single impulse, against my better judgement, I look straight at him and extend my right arm.
He turns back round and gives a small, smug grin. “Ah, a volunteer”. He extends his arm to meet mine. “Then it’s a deal”.
As he finishes that statement, our hands connect in a shake sending a cold jolt of painful energy through my whole body. A bright flash floods the realm, and before we know it, we’re waking up back in town, the crystals now gone. In my head, I clearly hear the Dream Man’s voice. “The people I borrowed are all fine. They’ll interprete the ordeal as if it were just a dream. And one more thing…” I feel a burning sensation on my right wrist, “that will serve as a reminder of the deal we made. It’ll only go away once the person is slain”.
I take off my glove, and from between my index finger and thumb all the way to about and inch and a half down my wrist, is a single black vein. I quickly place my glove back on, returning to my Weird Ones.