Chapter 2- The Haunting Continues; The Newest Plan
In his dream, he saw her. He dreamt of her standing in a dark prison-like room. He was completely immobile, the haunting voice stopping him in his tracks every time he wanted to move.
"Marco." The voice said. The scene vanished.
He stood in front of her, her back facing him. Marco reached out and touched her shoulder. Her head turned and the face horrified him. The face was not that of his beloved, it was that of an unknown woman. The face smiled, the body pushing outward toward him. Marco squinted and the scene vanished again.
He was plummeting down a dark abyss, totally out of control. He tried as best he could to control his velocity, but these efforts, strong as they were, were ultimately futile. He saw a woman, his beloved, falling alongside him. "Take my hand!" He screamed, extending the limb out to her. She merely smiled and ripped off her head to reveal the face of the unknown woman.
He screamed, crashing into the earth below. He opened his eyes to find that his beloved Katherine lay beneath him, death in her empty eyes. "It's all your fault." The voice, now a multitude of voices, sounded, echoing through his mind. He clenched his fists, tears welling in his eyes and falling onto her face. "No...no...NO!" He shrieked.
Marco screamed as his eyes opened and returned him to reality. He was shaking, his mind was in a spiral, his blood-shot eyes screaming for rest. He threw the blanket off his naked chest, which was soaked with sweat. Looking at his hands, his tear-filled face gazed at the sky and asked, "Why is this happening to me?"
The enormously pregnant naked woman stood on the edge of a tower overlooking the sea. Her face was smiling evilly. A man approached her from behind and she cackled maniacally. "It worked; His darkest hour has begun." The woman said, smiling evilly.