When Donnie Pfaster slept, he dreamed of being surrounded by fire. He didn't get scared untill a dark figure entered the burning circle without getting burned. It was man-like and had horns. It was without a doubt a demon.
"Greetings, my brother..." said the demon. It sounded exactly like Donnie but with a deeper pitch in the voice. The demon-brother came closer to Donnie, who shivered.
"It is time."
"No." said Donnie. "I have things to do."
"You mean these many woman that you will kill? When does it stop? How much hair and nails do you need?"
All these questions and Donnie didn't answer them. He kept staring into the black eyes of his demon-brother.
"You need to stop. People is starting to see your true essence." said the demon.
"They see what they want to see." said Donnie. "But no one believes them."
"She can see you."
Donnie thought of the red haired girly girl, Agent Scully. He always thought of her. So close to his prize untill Agent Mulder came along and spoiled it all. Now he was in jail. Donnie wanted her so badly.
"Stop pursuing her." said the demon.
"No..."
"She will end you."
"No!"
Donnie took his demonic brother by the neck, squeezing it hard without noticed that his arms were on fire.
"You can't fight your own kind." The demons dark voice wasn't affected by Donnie's tight grab.
"Die!" yelled Donnie.
"No, but you will..."
Donnie kept burning. Now he felt the pain. The fire consumed him.
"Arghhh!"
Donnie wock up. He looked at his arms. No harm done while being in the burning hell of a dreamland.
"Shut up!" yelled a follow cellmate, a large muscular man that easily could break Donnie's face. The light went out for a while. Donnie was calm.
"What the..." The cellmate got interrupted by the quick return of the light. He turned around and saw the now demonic Donnie. The cellmate panicked.
"No! Help me!"
Donnie did something he didn't a lot. He smiled.