Note: Sorry for the wait. My flash drive tried to do acrobatics and sadly… it broke its leg. Badly. The doctors had to amputated it. So, I had to write this over, along with something else that was twenty pages long. D: On the bright side, I just bought a four gig fast drive. Hopefully, it won't try any stunts as well—Oh, and how would you feel if I turned this into a trilogy? Yes, no, maybe so?

I stared at him blankly, my mind it a haze. Before that, the only detail I really knew about Zachary—besides his voice and general face shape—was that he had black hair. Now, I saw that the he had a milky colored complexion, looked to be in his mid to late 20s, and had dark gray almost black eyes. He was dressed nicely, wearing a black colored shirt and tie. There was something about him that seemed… familiar as well.

Zachary smirked at my silence and walked to the other side of the golden box. "Do you know how long it took me to make this, Samuel?" he asked me as he put his lanky hands on top of the box's lid, peering down at it gleefully.

I continued to stare at him numbly, my mind processing little to nothing. It wasn't until much later I would realize that it was probably Zachary's doing, wanting a more agreeable and clueless me. He looked back up at me, a sly look on his face. "I know this may sound unusual, but I was hoping that you would be in a play with me," he said.

"A play?" I asked Zachary.

He nodded. "More of a role play if you will," he said then paused. "You will play with me, yes?" he asked, his tone was as if he was talking to a child.

I blinked my eyes then shrugged. "I guess."

Grinning, Zachary said, "Great! So, of course you and I will have to be the two main characters," he told me. "You can be Osiris and I will be Seth."

I cocked an eyebrow, my hazed mind confused by the statement. "I'm a pair of shoes and you're playing the Horseman Conquest?" I asked.

Zachary's eye twitched. "No. The Seth I'm talking about isn't real, he's just a made up character from long ago. He's actually who the first Horseman was named after. Osiris isn't real either. He's actually whom they named the brand of shoes after as well," he replied then tilted his head. "There's a Seth in the Old Testament too, but that's another story," he said then snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, people filled the room. However, none of them seemed to notice Zachary or me. They were instead gathering around the handsome golden box or talking to each other. "I don't know about you, but I'm like to skip to the good part," he said, looking at me as if he wanted my approval.

After a few moments of me giving him a blank stare, Zachary must have taken my silence as a 'yes'.

He cleared his throat then shouted to everybody in the room, "Good evening everyone!" The room went silent—for the most part—and everyone turned their heads to face Zachary. I saw three men in their early 30s walk up closer to Zachary; two of them were caring something behind them that I couldn't see.

"As you I'm sure are all aware of, I have brought my… box here with me. Many of you are probably wondering why I brought it," he said and stopped speaking for a moment. "Well, it's come to my attention that I've never actually use it and I definitely don't need it taking up my room. So, I'll give it to anyone, as long as you fit in it properly," he said, turned his head to one of the three men that had walked closer to him during his announcement. The man who had nothing behind his back walked over to the box then he and Zachary pulled its lid off.

Before I could even look inside it, people started to gather around the golden box and one woman with long velvet like black hair stepped into it. I peered down and saw that her feet were about half a foot away from the box's bottom. "Sorry," Zachary told her apologetically. The woman nodded, and got out of the box.

Two more people stepped into the box after her. The first one was a dark skinned man who was a foot too tall, and the second one was a blond woman who was roughly a foot too tall as well. "Sa- I mean, Osiris," Zachary said. I looked up at him. "Try it out," he said, nudging his head at the golden box again.

I shook my head.

"Oh come on," Zachary said teasingly.

Sighing, I looked down into the box, stepped into it, and lied down. To my surprise it actually fit me perfectly, feet resting comfortably at the bottom. Zachary looked down at me and nodded in approval. "Cool, it fits," he said then looked behind his shoulder for a brief second then back at me. "That's good, I won't have to make another one then. So, this is where you will be staying for the rest of eternity," he said calmly.

I tried to sit up quickly, his words seeming to pull the haze off my mind. However, he and the man who had helped him take off the lip pulled it back on before I could. As I started pounding and kicking the lid I heard Zachary's voice say, "Don't try screaming, Samuel. It'll only make you suffocate more quickly." Only seconds after he said that I heard a strange loud clanging noise on top of the box.

"Ethan! Don't dent the damn coffin!" I heard Zachary yell. "We can't take any chance that he'll get Sam out!"

I heard a merer that sounded like a frightened apology then softer rattling noises. "Better," I heard Zachary say irritably. It's okay Sam, calm down; I tried to reassure myself unsuccessfully.

"James, do you know where Hade is?" Zachary said to someone.

I bite down on my lip when I heard the named Hade. It's okay, it's okay, I will get out of this, I kept thinking to myself as I tried to feel around for my pockets so I could pull out my cell phone, only to remember that I was still wearing my PJs.

"What do you mean he's not here? Find him. NOW! Or it'll be your heads!" Zachary shrieked. I then heard fast foots steps leave the side of the coffin.

That's it, I thought and just as I was about to start pounding on the lid again I felt a weird brush on my right shoulder. I turned my head to my right and saw a set of big sky blue eyes staring at me. The man was on the side of his back, taking up the extra room that was once in the box. He had dark brown hair, ivory like skin and looked as if he had a soft white glow coming from him. He was the man from my other dream. The possible angel.

"Shh," he said to me softly, and grabbed one of my hands.

I opened my eyes and suddenly I was back at home, in my bed. I let out a gasp and started breathing like I had just ran a marathon.

I stood up from my bed, went to the bathroom and splashed some water into my face, hoping it would help. It didn't. I continued on gasping for the next minute or so until my breathing finally slowed down. I turned the sink water back on and took three gulps of water from my hands before turning it off.

"Sam, are you okay?" I heard someone say behind me. I turned around was able to recognize Ben standing by the door way in the dim light.

Shaking my head I said, "No. Zachary just tried to kill me again."