The day of my last nightmare. I sit, waiting for the next dream to flash around me as it always does. Nothing... I sit, and wait, and sit, and sit, and sit. Nothing. The white sound I remember hearing from the old tele as it would shut off was the only sound. Not intense, just light white noise. What happened to the nightmares?
Thats when it hits. A giant white flash, all bright, almost heavenly. BANG!!! What was happening? As I sit there dazed and confused, I wake up. This time its different though. Instead of the usuall regret of living in a horror movie, I woke up refreshed. It was a new sensation on my body, I had never felt anything like it in 6 years. 6 long and annoying years.
It was over. I think at least. I try moving, to see that im strapped to a metal table. Were the nightmares over. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a door. The door looked old and creeky, barily on its hinjes. I looked through the other corner, I saw a wall, and on the wall were different markings. I knew how cheesy this was. Strange markings, old door, metal table. It was almost out of an old scary movie.
I sat there for a couple moments, waiting for something, and eventually something did happen. The witch walked in. The last time I had seen her, she had been trasnformed, old, and monstorous. The two things I truely remember are the eyes and claws. Her eyes were bloodshot, to the point where her pupals didn't show through all of the crimson overlapping it. Her claws were daggers. Each hand weilding 4 of them, both her pinkies cut off. Each claw had a symbol carved into it. One had a star, the classic. One had a cross, with a circle at the top. One had an x, but the x was painted black. It was satanic all right, and it was terrible.
The witch was in the room, peering over my body as I sat here on the table. She was just how I remebered her. She looked over me, then she talked in that raspy voice of hers. "You're lucky I kept you alive. I fed you and changed you everyday for 6 years." She was in one of the fimiliar tones I had heard when I was stuck in some of my hellish nightmares. She was about to make a deal with me. She sat there for a moment. Then said, "I'm told your ready to make a deal. I have been torturing you for 6 years to strengthen you for my line of work. I've trained you with all your dreams, all your sucesses, all your defeats. Now, I ask you a question, the question that will seal your fate. Will you become my apprentise. One of the devils sons, that will hold me and help me through any wicked deed I will perform to any holy slave of god. To help me bring death and sickness on any follower of the one they call god. The devils greatest enemy."
I sit on this table, trying to think. She wakes me up and immediatly decides whether I live or die. One is for the correct cause, the savior. One is for destroyer of worlds, conquer of all evil. The devil would seal a fate, but so would a death with god. I say, "I choose this hellish eternity as long as I live." A heroic statement, but a statement that will haunt me tell I get to heaven.
The witch cakkles, as all witches do. She takes one of her disgusting fingers, and scratches my face. A long cut, down my face all the way from my eye to the near corner of my lip. Its sharp pain screeching through my face. Then, the bitch (witch, my bad) says "You have sealed your fate." Then she says something I have only heard once before. The first time my life had ended. She said, "Wind of hell. Souls of Fate. Drag this weakling past hells gate." Then I blacked out.
