Nightmare
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
750
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Nightmare
NIGHTMARE
The blade flashed menacingly in the moonlight, handle merging within the shadowy crevices to attach itself to the figure standing above me. Cruel, laughing onyx eyes glinted, showing no hint of mirth. A cold, mocking smirk gathered upon those lips.
And, quite suddenly, the dagger was raised, and was cast into light so that I might see it clearly; A fine silver blade, shining so brilliantly I might have supposed it to be made of diamond. The handle as black as the night sky, a sharp contrast to the almost deathly pale, long, tapering fingers that wrapped around it. It came slashing down, moving so fast that it seemed to cut through the air. I flinched as the blade cut into my palm. The warm liquid ran down my hand, before reaching my fingertips, and coiling around the index finger, dripping slowly onto the wooden floor.
The knife fell to the floor, a low, reverberating, metallic sound cutting through the silence. The now empty hand shot out, icy fingers wrapped around my wrist tightly, causing me to give a low hiss of pain. The figure gave no indication that they acknowledged my pain, instead raising my hand to the wall, pressing my blood stained limb against it. Five seconds passed until my hand was released from its grasp, falling limply at my side.
My tormentor seemed to shrink in upon them self, velvety black folds of a cloak obscuring the figure from view. They seemed to melt, almost, blending in with the background. Then, the shadows enveloped them completely, hiding them from view.
It was only then I noticed the pooled blood on the floor had spread to the edges of the room, red tendrils clawing their way up the wall. The bloodied handprint from earlier also spread, slowly reaching out to its creeping companions. Soon the all the surfaces and objects in the room were encased in a thin layer of blood.
The glistening red liquid started to fill the room, rising from the now slippery floor. It was knee deep, and I struggled to move through the viscous substance. A few more struggled steps, and the blood was reaching mid thigh. I was almost stuck now, and with one more precarious step I fell into the sticky liquid. The stench of iron rang heavy around me. I pushed myself up, and found the blood was now up to my nose. I tried swimming upwards, but my attempt was fruitless. Thus I tilted my head upward, and took a desperate gulp of air, just as the blood rose above me. All around me was red, a deep, dark, sinister red. And that was the last thing I saw before the warm, welcoming, darkness embraced me.
The blade flashed menacingly in the moonlight, handle merging within the shadowy crevices to attach itself to the figure standing above me. Cruel, laughing onyx eyes glinted, showing no hint of mirth. A cold, mocking smirk gathered upon those lips.
And, quite suddenly, the dagger was raised, and was cast into light so that I might see it clearly; A fine silver blade, shining so brilliantly I might have supposed it to be made of diamond. The handle as black as the night sky, a sharp contrast to the almost deathly pale, long, tapering fingers that wrapped around it. It came slashing down, moving so fast that it seemed to cut through the air. I flinched as the blade cut into my palm. The warm liquid ran down my hand, before reaching my fingertips, and coiling around the index finger, dripping slowly onto the wooden floor.
The knife fell to the floor, a low, reverberating, metallic sound cutting through the silence. The now empty hand shot out, icy fingers wrapped around my wrist tightly, causing me to give a low hiss of pain. The figure gave no indication that they acknowledged my pain, instead raising my hand to the wall, pressing my blood stained limb against it. Five seconds passed until my hand was released from its grasp, falling limply at my side.
My tormentor seemed to shrink in upon them self, velvety black folds of a cloak obscuring the figure from view. They seemed to melt, almost, blending in with the background. Then, the shadows enveloped them completely, hiding them from view.
It was only then I noticed the pooled blood on the floor had spread to the edges of the room, red tendrils clawing their way up the wall. The bloodied handprint from earlier also spread, slowly reaching out to its creeping companions. Soon the all the surfaces and objects in the room were encased in a thin layer of blood.
The glistening red liquid started to fill the room, rising from the now slippery floor. It was knee deep, and I struggled to move through the viscous substance. A few more struggled steps, and the blood was reaching mid thigh. I was almost stuck now, and with one more precarious step I fell into the sticky liquid. The stench of iron rang heavy around me. I pushed myself up, and found the blood was now up to my nose. I tried swimming upwards, but my attempt was fruitless. Thus I tilted my head upward, and took a desperate gulp of air, just as the blood rose above me. All around me was red, a deep, dark, sinister red. And that was the last thing I saw before the warm, welcoming, darkness embraced me.