The cold dark water gave way to a sea of stars.
A man took a breath as he entered the cruel night.
The water was like a thousand knives piercing his sides.
He had to get to the shore he did not even know the place but this he did know. It was cold and he was near a dock of some sort. There was a house on a hill it was slightly burned out but it would provide shelter.
There was a clap of thunder as he stumbled on to the dock. The rain started to fall it was now colder than the water and her struggled to get to his feet on the dock.
At the far end of the dock was an old house.
The man staggered to it each step was a new sense of torture, agony that he bore with stoic resolve. a bird landed on a plank In front of him. It was looking at him and to his surprise he was looking at him self, through the eyes of the bird.
The bird flew to a shadowy scarecrow looking man.
The bird looked at the scarecrow man. The man saw his face. It chilled his blood it was the face of death, and not like one would see in a book or painting but death, real death.
The bird flew to the man he flinched as the bird flew towards him. When the bird landed the scarecrow man was gone into the night. The man stumbled to the house on the hill.
There was a large spot on the floor where it looked like a fire had been set.
He touched the floor with his hand. a slew of images invaded his mind he choked as the images flooded in.
They're where two girls and a woman tied up.
Both where crying. He heard a car pull up. There was a tense moment of silence. He saw him self enter the room there was screaming and gunshots. He stumbled around the ruined house finally there was a man there looking into his eyes with the look of one who had seen death, loved it and wanted all others to feel as he does.
"There is a saying were I am from"
The man said looking in to his eyes
"Don't Ever leave without paying the piper."
The odd man smiled
"I'm the piper Jon time to pay your due"
The man held Jon off the ground by his throat.
"Choose" the man said. He had a calm expression like a mask on his face.
"There are four of you and only one can leave. So witch will it be Jon you, your wife Kayla, your daughter Angel or your other daughter Michelle."
The man looked at Charlie "Charlie gets the daughter you don't choose, so who do you love more?"
Jon grabbed his head and screamed in to the cold dark night.
"Can't choose? That's alright I was going to slaughter the one you chose after I killed the other two."
Charlie smiled an evil smile
"We'll take good care of them"
The odd man sunk his teeth in to Jon's neck; Jon could see him self.
He was dieing he flew back to the window and to the water.
Jon stumbled through the rain to the edge of the building it over looked the lake.
Jon looked in to the choppy black water and saw his fall into death.
He got up. No longer hurting but mad. He saw Charlie smiling at his daughters in his minds eye.
He staggered back to his home. A new family was there.
Jon jumped on to the roof quite as a mouse. He snuck in to the attic. It was not touched it was a lifetime ago when any one was last there it was a hidden spot that only he and his wife knew about.
He went through his old collage photographs. Nothing. Jon looked to the window as a clap of thunder lit the attic.
There on a wall was an old mask his wife had worn in collage.
It was a mask of sorrow.
Jon touched the mask a thousand imaged flooded into his brain, images of a life. it was not him. He was back and now he new why.
Jon picked up an old makeup kit he painted the mask on his face.
It would be a symbol of his hate and an image that would fuel his hate of Charlie and that man he would find out his name and he would die.
Jon looked out the window lightning flashed.
The crow landed next to him on a beam of the attic.
Jon looked at the bird and said.
"There out there some where."
The bird cawed
"Lets not keep them waiting"
he said looking in to the stormy night.
A man took a breath as he entered the cruel night.
The water was like a thousand knives piercing his sides.
He had to get to the shore he did not even know the place but this he did know. It was cold and he was near a dock of some sort. There was a house on a hill it was slightly burned out but it would provide shelter.
There was a clap of thunder as he stumbled on to the dock. The rain started to fall it was now colder than the water and her struggled to get to his feet on the dock.
At the far end of the dock was an old house.
The man staggered to it each step was a new sense of torture, agony that he bore with stoic resolve. a bird landed on a plank In front of him. It was looking at him and to his surprise he was looking at him self, through the eyes of the bird.
The bird flew to a shadowy scarecrow looking man.
The bird looked at the scarecrow man. The man saw his face. It chilled his blood it was the face of death, and not like one would see in a book or painting but death, real death.
The bird flew to the man he flinched as the bird flew towards him. When the bird landed the scarecrow man was gone into the night. The man stumbled to the house on the hill.
There was a large spot on the floor where it looked like a fire had been set.
He touched the floor with his hand. a slew of images invaded his mind he choked as the images flooded in.
They're where two girls and a woman tied up.
Both where crying. He heard a car pull up. There was a tense moment of silence. He saw him self enter the room there was screaming and gunshots. He stumbled around the ruined house finally there was a man there looking into his eyes with the look of one who had seen death, loved it and wanted all others to feel as he does.
"There is a saying were I am from"
The man said looking in to his eyes
"Don't Ever leave without paying the piper."
The odd man smiled
"I'm the piper Jon time to pay your due"
The man held Jon off the ground by his throat.
"Choose" the man said. He had a calm expression like a mask on his face.
"There are four of you and only one can leave. So witch will it be Jon you, your wife Kayla, your daughter Angel or your other daughter Michelle."
The man looked at Charlie "Charlie gets the daughter you don't choose, so who do you love more?"
Jon grabbed his head and screamed in to the cold dark night.
"Can't choose? That's alright I was going to slaughter the one you chose after I killed the other two."
Charlie smiled an evil smile
"We'll take good care of them"
The odd man sunk his teeth in to Jon's neck; Jon could see him self.
He was dieing he flew back to the window and to the water.
Jon stumbled through the rain to the edge of the building it over looked the lake.
Jon looked in to the choppy black water and saw his fall into death.
He got up. No longer hurting but mad. He saw Charlie smiling at his daughters in his minds eye.
He staggered back to his home. A new family was there.
Jon jumped on to the roof quite as a mouse. He snuck in to the attic. It was not touched it was a lifetime ago when any one was last there it was a hidden spot that only he and his wife knew about.
He went through his old collage photographs. Nothing. Jon looked to the window as a clap of thunder lit the attic.
There on a wall was an old mask his wife had worn in collage.
It was a mask of sorrow.
Jon touched the mask a thousand imaged flooded into his brain, images of a life. it was not him. He was back and now he new why.
Jon picked up an old makeup kit he painted the mask on his face.
It would be a symbol of his hate and an image that would fuel his hate of Charlie and that man he would find out his name and he would die.
Jon looked out the window lightning flashed.
The crow landed next to him on a beam of the attic.
Jon looked at the bird and said.
"There out there some where."
The bird cawed
"Lets not keep them waiting"
he said looking in to the stormy night.