Yep second one…hope my writing gets better. Anyway, not much is going to happen in this one…first true look at nightmares powers and a glimpse of later things. Hope you enjoy. By the way, character part owned by me.
Nightmare had found three likely dens on the map. Each was abandoned, out of the public eye and forgotten about. Nightmare pulled a red pen from his jacket pocket, circling each one neatly. He stood up and looked into the cracked mirror that was propped in front of him.
He smiled; he liked the way he looked, the long black hair covering his eyes, making him look mysterious. The blue piercing eyes and the long black trench coat. The black T-shirt and jeans helped make him look exactly like he felt a shadow should. He had surplus army boots on and one piece of jewellery, a silver pentagram. Nightmare moved closer, moving his hair out the way, he never used to look this mature, the sleepless nights, the past, it was all catching up with him. Nightmare looked away, he didn't want to see anymore.
His gaze rested on the bronze knife set aside earlier, time to finish his job here. He picked up the knife, moved the map into his pockets and set off. It was a short walk, Nightmare himself preferred secluded places and the whole district the demon might be in was the same one as him. As he approached his destination, he watched carefully. The place looked the piece, an old factory.
Nightmare was about to move forward when a shadow moved underneath him at frightening speed. It had wings! He span round to follow the shadow and caught a glimpse of black as it went over the roof of the factory. Nightmare turned his attention back to the factory.
It had a wire fence and most windows were clouded, no light came from the place, and even though Nightmare was used to such places a shiver ran down his spine. Nightmare walked slowly inside, keeping the noise he made minimal, the demon could be around any corner.
Nightmare stopped about halfway into the main room, he had heard the slightest noise, like dust being slowly scraped. Nightmare looked rapidly for cover, but did not panic. The only thing he saw was a couple of barrels, not exactly ideal but it was the best he had. Nightmare teleported behind them, he would have run but he wanted absolutely no sound.
The demon walked down the stairs. It was holding a severed hand, playing with it. The hand leaked blood on the floor as the demon walked. The demon had blonde, long greasy hair that was streaked with blood and dirt. It was about Nightmare's size. The demon walked past Nightmare, it lips were moving but he could hear nothing. Nightmare snuck out from behind the barrels and came up behind the demon.
He pulled back his hand, knife at the ready. He thrust it downwards, towards the demons spine. The demon span round and stopped the knife, catching Nightmare's arm. They struggled Nightmare pushing down with all his might and the demon pushing up. Nightmare, seemed to be winning, he was getting closer now, almost piercing the demon's skin. Then without warning the demon twisted Nightmare's arm and pain spread up it. The pain made him jerk away, his hand opened and the bronze knife fell. It fell downwards, but no eyes followed it as the demon and Nightmare were now pushing against each other. Trying to subdue the other. Nightmare had only started the wrestle a minute ago and his foot flared up in pain.
Nightmare looked down, the knife had gone through his boots and into his foot. He swore in shock and pain. The demon seeing this momentary lapse in concentration, transformed. It's nails lengthened becoming claws, it's face distorted and it grew in height. It moved towards Nightmare with unholy speed. Nightmare meanwhile had just finished pulling out the knife. He looked up.
"Oh crap," he thought as the demon towered over him. It thrust its claws forward, aiming right at Nightmare heart. Nightmare acting without any thought turned into a shadow. He stood there as the claws went through him but did not so much as scratch him. The demon howled and as Nightmare moved away from the demon, he pulled in some of the shadows, healing his foot. Nightmare changed, turning into a being of shadow fire. He increased the temperature and launched himself at the demon.
It shrieked in pain as its skin began to burn but it to used its powers to heal itself. This was all the time Nightmare needed. He changed back into the normal solid Nightmare and picked up the knife. His hand moved back and flew forward, releasing the knife so it span towards the demon. It impacted on the demon, driving into the right lung. The demon screamed in agony and then exploded into black dust. The dust floated down to the ground and became part of the landscape, leaving no evidence to the fight.
Nightmare walked out, time to find his next prey. The library was the best thing for the research. All he had to do was look at newspapers about new mysterious, grisly killings. It was the simple part of the job. Nightmare teleported there, and moved forward, the black un-natural smoke flying off him.
He sat down at a computer, and looked around. A girl about his age was sitting alone. She wore dark clothes, and thick-rimmed glasses that emphasised her amazing eyes. She had stripy gloves on and a long black skirt. She also looked sad. Nightmare didn't want anyone to be sad, so he moved to a seat opposite her.
"What's bothering you?" He asked eager to help.
The girl shrugged and Nightmare frowned only slightly. He grabbed her hand and she looked at him properly, wondering about what he was doing. He smiled at her and was pleased to see her smile back. Progress was being made. He looked at her, her dark, glossy hair flowing across her eyes.
"Your name?" he asked, hopeful she would answer this time.
"Zoe" she said, quietly.
"Well Zoe I just wanted to say you look great, and I wanted to help. Any chance I can meet you here tomorrow, same time?" questioned Nightmare.
Zoe nodded and after Nightmare saw this he moved back to his computer, work to do today, games tomorrow.
Hope you liked it…I'm not very happy with the bit where Zoe and Nightmare just meet but it is the best I could think of at the time. Please review and I'll write the third bit soon.