Mmmm… Am I dead? … Argh!

Pain shots up my body I'm not sure where from though but it hurts. I try to open my eyes but it is hard. I am so tired, there is no strength in my body.

"Hi there Matilda. It has been a few years."

A voice ripped through the darkness around me. Fear froze my already stiff body.

Not him! Anyone but him!

I barely opened my eyes but there he was in front of me. I am lying on my back looking up at him. A shadow in the shadows. I can't say how long a stared at him or how long he had been standing there before he said anything. Amongst the shadows all that could be seen was a smile wide like a Cheshire cat and two gleaming eyes. Light didn't reflect off those eyes the light was absorbed into them. They seem to produce their own gleam even when there wasn't light.

He opened his mouth to talk once again. His voice seemed to drip evil, words almost covered in sugar making them sickly sweet. It is a voice I have never and will never forget.

"You got away from me once, but not this time. Too bad really you're already on the brink of death. They took my fun from me but no worries I still get to see the life leave your eyes like those before you."

Get away quick! You need to get away!

My body reacted the same way as it had before. I needed to run, to get away. That was my only chance. I tried to move only for pain to rip me apart from the inside. My eyes snapped closed.

I recognised where the pain was coming from this time. My legs. My legs where numb until I tried to move them again. Once again pain ripped through my body. I didn't scream I would never scream in front of this monster again.

From the pain I somehow came to the conclusion that my legs must be broken. I moved my fingers. If nothing else I could try dragging myself away. My fingers moved and no pain joined the movement. As I moved my fingers across the floor I felt a warm, sticky liquid. Suddenly pain ran through my fingers.

I opened my eyes this time to see the shadow had moved from the shadows and was now standing above me. A foot grinding my hand to the floor causing the pain.

"Oh no you're not getting away again. I still can't believe you came back here. After all these years and you still came back. You should have run and saved yourself like before."

Laughter rumbled from the throat of the figure above me. I knew he was enjoying this. He was enjoying inflicting pain.

I was about to close my eyes once again when a gleam caught my eye. The figure was holding a knife. Its blade was already stained red. Not a fresh red, the sort of red where it has been on the blade so long nothing would remove it. The red was in the metal showing what it had been used for.

I started to get tried again. My eyes started to drift closed once again. Pain shot through my hand once again.

"Oh no. Don't you close your eyes. I want you to feel what I am about to do. I need you to be fully aware of what is happening."

The shadow leaned forward. His eyes never leaving mine making sure I never looked away. Fear kept me staring at him, petrified. I knew what was coming, I wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to release mine.

"Oh look you still have the mark from last time. It is almost like you were meant to die by my hand."

I felt the cold blade against my throat. This time I couldn't stop myself from screaming. I screamed like I did last time for a person I knew could never save me.

"PETER!"

The figure's grin widen before a quick flick of his arm.

Pain once again raced through my body for darkness claimed me.