Chapter 1

You creeped in the window making sure the man was still fast asleep. You could still use your powers if he was awake but it wouldn't work as well. In fact he'd probably only get mildly injured. What you want is for him to be dead.

You smirked back at the window. It was foolish of him to leave it open.

Even at night, you could see the rise and fall of his chest. Your smirk only grew realizing soon that his chest would be covered in red and completely still.

"I wonder what your greatest fear is" you whispered to yourself. You reached out your hand to touch his forehead careful not to apply to much pressure.

"Let the nightmare begin" you chuckled closing your eyes.

It was dark and cold. You could see the man running… but from what? Your questions were answered as soon as you saw a figure dressed completely in black with a scythe in his hand. It was death.

"How ironic" you laughed to yourself. The man was unfit and soon grew tired. Death easily caught up to him and swung his scythe, chopping of the man's head.

"Oh over already" you pouted. "I was hoping for more gore"

Coming back to reality, you looked at the man. His head had been completely cut off, blood oozing out of where it used to be. You reached out to get some blood on your finger and walked up to the wall proceeding to write the words "sweet dreams". You turned and reached into my bag pulling out a black rose which you placed in the victim's hand.

It was then you heard music seemingly out of nowhere only to realise it was his phone. You grabbed it and answered it withought hesitating. "Hi Barry it's me Susan" came the voice on the other side of the call. "I was just wondering if you could fill in for me at work tomorrow. I'm so sorry for calling so late"

"hi Susan Barry won't be coming in tomorrow he's not feeling the best right now"

"Oh" silence. "May I ask who this is?"

"Oh… I'm Cath. Barry's a friend of mine so I said I'd take care of him" you lied.

"What sickness does he have?"

You looked over at the man "… a headache. He has a headache"

"Oh poor Barry could you put him on the phone"

"Sorry he's asleep"

"Oh…" "Sorry I have to go maybe I'll see you around"

"Ya sure bye" you replied bored. You hung up the phone and proceeded to hop out the window. The sound of police sirens rang in your ears like alarm bells.

"Already" you muttered. You started rushing and carelessly fell falling to the ground. "Ow" you groaned sitting up. You could see the flashing lights in the distance. "Better hurry" You got up and started walking towards the woods you had spotted before you had killed Barry. Shooting pain went up through your leg after every step making you wince. All those years you had spent getting tortured by Nick finally paid off. You had actually started getting used to pain sometimes not even realizing you had gotten hurt.

You headed deeper into the forestry when you suddenly felt like you were being watched. You looked around but couldn't see anyone there. You started walking again but you couldn't shake off the feeling you were being watched. You started running and tripped over a rock, falling and knocking you unconscious.