A story of Death in human form
|I feel the pain of the world as thier hate sends me to Hell. Anguished I fall to my knees, but dare not to close my eyes for I have seen death and it knows my name. I reach down and grab the burning soil beneath my feet. The dirt melts from my hands oozing down my arms. I am death. I have seen myself before in the mirror. I kill even dirt. I know no mercy.
I awake with a startle and sit straight up. I must have a fever I think. I only have nightmares when i have a fever. I get up to go to the bathroom to find the thermometor. I walk the halls all the way down to the bathroom. The bathroom door is open. I drag my feet across the floor and stand infront of the sink. I go to reach the Cabinet above the sink and relize that as soon as I touch it it begins to melt. I remove my hand and melted into the cabinet is my hand print. I turn and look at the floor. Black foot prints lead to me. I look down the hall and see black soot footprints all the way from my room to the bathroom.
I run to the mirror and look at my reflection. For the first time I notice my apearence. I have on a long, tight, shimmery red dress. It hugs all my curves perfectly. Over it I have a super long black cloak. I have a black, cross necklace on. Everything about me screams evil. I look cautiously at my head. Two pointy horns protrude from my head. I scream in agony and fall to my knees. I feel the pain of the world as their hate sends me back to Hell. I dare not close my eyes for I have seen death just moments ago and it knows my name.