He was just laying on the floor. He didn`t move. He didn't move at all. The cold cut like a sharp silverarrow in my marrow when I looked at his head. It was full of blood. When I turned away from the head was it to late. A dark shape stood in front of me. I could only see the outline and the next moment everything was completely black. I did not remember anything anymore. I could not hear anything. Everything was completely wrong. I had no feelings. I didn't felt sad, I didn't felt happy. I didn't felt pain. There was nothing that happened. It was only dark, but somehow I felt like the room rotated. I was none. Suddenly I woke up. My bloodshot eyes popped up. It was foggy. My body didn't worked as it should. Everytime I moved I felt convulsions in my skeleton. I remembered everything. I had failed when it counted most. I looked around me and… I discovered that I was somewhere else. I was no longer in the terrible dark house, that lay in a not very much brighter forest. Where all the trees resembled the monsters that stretched up to tear you to pieces, only to drink your blood and eat your flesh and eventually crush your bones with just their jaw. It was an absolutely barbaric forest I had been in. It stemmed from another dimension in a totally different time. Now I was on that mountain I'd been a hour ago. There was something mysterious happened. Sun went down for the second time today. Had I been given a second chance? Had someone set back the time to help me? It had already gone ten minutes, so I decided not to stand there and use up more time. It was only 13 minutes left - am not sure how I knew it, but I guess I just had a feeling - for the evil to attack the violent damaged, innocent humans. With these thoughts in mind, I ran down the mountain and through the woods where there was only death and misery. I could feel the wind flow against my face like it was trying to dovetail me. I had a minute left. I pushed my body to the outermost. My feet was burning – not literal, cause then I had looked like a clown with burning feet and a nice red bloody face – and the pain was pushing my eyes to focus. One step wrong and it would all be over. I thought I would make it, but when I stood outside the house I heard a scream that was so loud that it could have waked up the dead. I stretched my arm out and – The doorknob was warmer than a room can get when you offer Hades tea - pushed down the doorknob. The doorknob just kinked and fell off. The scream cut like lightning through the air and drilled into my eardrums, until it finally hit the mountainside and came rushing back like an echo in the speed of light. It went back and forth – if you ever heard a rooster crow in the morning you can imagine that just 100 times worse - several times through the air. I looked after possible ways to get in. I focused my eyes to they felt like poison was dripping in them. All I saw was mossy stone and ruined wind… There. It was a window. It reminded me more of an empty frame than a window. Almost all the glass was broken. I rushed to the window and climbed in with the hope that all of them had survived. I ran up the stairs. The stair was made of wood and they was mossy. I could see the door. The upper stairs started to collapse under my feet. I took a sneak-peak out if the window – this window was much longer up in the shack and it was not broken, it only had some few scratches. No! It was too late. The black lightning outside was black as a raven. It went through the clouds and tore trees in several pieces before they fell down on the ground. The smell of rotten flesh started seeping through my nose. I continued to run up the unstable stairs, while the cold was so intense that it almost stopped my heart. I came to the door. I didn't care. I kicked – I wish I had thought on this before – in the mossy door that probaly had fell apart if I only had touched it with my pinky finger. When I entered the room I saw blood along the walls and a large bloodpit on the floor. There was a person there, but it was not the person I was looking for. The dead body that lay in front of me was a complete stranger. He had a bit of bark in his mouth. I approached cautiously. The man was almost recently dead. The fresh blood floated to the wooden cracks in the floor and I could hear from the first floor drip, drip… it was quite a long time and then it started again. The silence in this house freaked me out. He was not breathing. I went closer to him. I took the bark out of the mouth of the poor stranger. It was a message written by the strange mans blood. When I read the note, it was a cold which almost ensured that I died while I read the note. As the cold wasn't enough was the smell of rotten flesh – Yes, I know this is recently killed body, but pay attention and I will explain – made it almost impossible to breed. I brought my hands to my neck. If someone had seen me right now, they would guaranteed thought I was a psycho that tried to suicide by strangling. He saw me! He thought I was a psycho. I didn't think he could think, cause he was an old rotten dead body. I forced myself to read the bloody letter. The message said:
'' To late! You tried. You failed, and now you are going to pay your soul." Yeay! A shape I didn't even know wanted to take my soul. The loud screams cut through the air and it felt like my ears was bleeding. My heart pumped faster and faster. A moon beam stroke over the dead body and I saw a handle sticking out of his chest I could glimmer something. It was a shaft. I dragged it out with all my powers. It was really stuck. I think the many years of knewing a dead human gave the dagger a sick idea of it was never going to get in so bad company again. I lifted gently the shaft and then a long sharp silver blade appeared. I held the dagger in my hand. Quickly I attached the dagger to my belt. I ran down the crumbling stairs – jumped over some of the stairs I accidently had ruined - while steps rumbled behind me. When I came into the living room I could hear a – probaly just the dripping I heard from the fresh bodies blood that floated down in the cracks - faint dripping. I walked toward the basement door and saw a hole in the floor. A dagger had made a hole in the attic floor and now dripped blood into the living room. But wait! Blood doesn't go up. Regular blood drips down. I saw one blood drop fly from the floor hole and up to the hole in the second floor. At the same time one blood drop from the second floor felled down. I saw up. In the roof of blue blood it was written Welcome to… – and the most scary thing by it all was this little happy face at the end - happy hell . Sen was extra scary because there was not any furniture there. The only thing that was there was blood tracking and creepy dancing shadows. Around the happy hell mark it was 13 candles. In the middle of the smiley face was the candlestick that cleanliness 13 candles. 3 of them was already on fire. They had not a regular flame. They had a white spooky flame that lived its own life. Of course. Of course it had to be a white flame that braked the law of gravity. Poff! I saw toward the middle of the two holes. The two blood drops collided. I heard a very load scream from the basement. The blood drops turned in to a black, round core. The core was circling as a soul was trapped inside of it and tried to escape. The core turned purple and shot a purple lightning to one of the unlighted candles. The candle got lighted with an intense white flame. I stormed to the basement door. I ran to fast splintered the door in pieces. As the bungler I was I tumbled down the hole stair. I ended up laying on my back in the basement with serious pains. I could hear heavy shoes hitting the floor as it was an enemy. The steps come towards me. My eyes was wide open. To white eyes stared at me as I was the next meal. "A young soul" thundered a voice that was loud as a loaded pistol in action "just what I needed". "Fight me" said I so brave I was able to and tried to sound tougher than I was. I was terrified! The fear grew in me like wildfire. I tried to get up. A black shoe hammered me to the floor. My body gone down first. My head was still trying to keep up before it was tossed against the floor. My eyes opened like a bison would run if he stood in a lion pack. The first thing I noticed: lights was off Gradually my eyes were accustomed to the pitch-dark and I could see the outline of a body that sat chained in the corner of the wall. Now that I could see the outline of the person in the corner, I could also see the outline of the evil creature that had trampled on me. He had a large heavy armor metal on himself – he reminded me of a black knight - and he had two long sharp knives as weapons. I could see it for me. A sign on colosseum: Dagger vs full armored, dark knight. The best I could do was to say: "Hi friend" and smile to the death. The only place he not had armor was is eyes. Before I knew it he had started running towards me. I jumped to the side and he runs into the wall, he missed only a few centimeters from hitting me with that sword. I stood up quickly. I let him make the first move. This time I was prepared. He fluctuated the knife straight to my head and I got down just in time. I took a chance and swung the knife straight against his hand. That made it easier! That made it a lot easier. I had not seen it before but he didn't had any armor on his hands. I was grated out of my thoughts when I got struck by one knife and got a tear in my right arm. The pain was over the limit. The adrenaline pumped through my blood and my vision got sharper. My moves got smoother and my brain thought faster. I sprinted right against him. I swung my dagger and tried to hit the eyes, but I didn't managed it. I had hit exactly on the edge of his armor. The evil had become very angry and rushed toward me. This time he swung one knife under me. I jumped and barely had time to not losing my legs. I kicked the murder with all my powers in he's back. He seemed a little unstable, so I swung the dagger against him and hit in the left eye. He was mad with rage and he brandished he's knives everywhere. He hit me in my right arm again, so I had to take the dagger in his left hand. I did not have a single chance to hit him with the dagger. I sucked with my left hand. It was completely impossible to use it, and now I stood with a dagger and tried to kill someone. I was completely desperate, so I sent the knife through the air, but did not hit the heart. It hit the second eye. He could not see, but he was still dangerous. Yea! A murder that almost was cowered in armored had to knives, was blind and had a dagger sticking out from he's right eye. If you wonder how an impaled eye looks like you can think of something like jelly that is crushed as window. The crushed eye was totally whit, except the red veins. Without thinking, I ran to the person that was sitting in the corner. It felt like to ever to get to him and sometimes I was almost killed by the murder. A knife was laying on the side of the person in chains. This was to easy. This was to easy. The knife was the key to getting the person free. I knew it was a trap, but I grabbed the knife anyway. Nothing happened. I ran to the person. I started cutting of the persons chains. The temparature in the room fell abruptly to MP (freeze point). The cold in the room was threatening with freezing of my hands. The person was in to bad shape to know that he was free. I could feel it before I noticed it. The murder's knife was nailed in my back. I could feel the blade slowly glide out again. I should probaly lay on the floor and die because of that, but it just gave me an adrenaline rush. I turned around. I barely flit from he's knife and throwed me up on the back of his armor. I climbed to I hang by he's neck. I could feel a warm shaft. I closed my hands around it. I ripped it out. I stretched my arm back after all my powers. And then… I hewed.