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Ashes to Ashes
Started by ultraguy4
(2012-08-27 00:19:44)
ultraguy4 (2012-08-27 00:19:44)
Jerry stood over the pile of ash that was once his best friend. "No more... no more..." He had enough. His so called "friend" was really a tormentor. Someone who merely pretended to care. He asked Jerry questions... those an ordinary man would not want to answer. But Jerry answered them, not knowing this hellspawn once known as a "friend" was slowly prying his sanity apart at the seams.

The questions never stopped. They made him go to the darkest recesses of his mind. They brought memories. Those that would make a normal man fall to his knees and weep. Death. Destruction. Satanic visions. Jerry unwittingly answered them not knowing they would turn him into a pawn for a scheme which was well above him, or anyone for that matter.

Much of his family turned up dead. Murdered. Jerry was manipulated like a pawn. "I'm sorry," that god forsaken abomination would say. "You have to fight through the pain."

Jerry also felt presences. Those things that you wanted to forget... but also didn't. He'd check over his shoulder. He'd look at the shadows in the darkness. But nothing was ever there.

There was also the mirror. That damned mirror. Nothing could be trusted, not even his own reflection. It haunted him. It looked the same, but perhaps it was better on the other side? It was almost mocking him. What might be a better life, so close, but so out of his reach.

One day, Jerry snapped. He figured out this scheme. This pitiful existence. He figured it out. He knew there was nothing to live for. He found his tormentor. He used a power drill. He shredded him to bits. A sadistic grin was plastered to his face as blood and viscera sprayed. He then burned the unholy remains, where we are now. He kicked the ashes around the room. He was done. He had had it.

He went missing shortly after. Some say he moved. Others say he died. But that wasn't it at all. He just wandered. He's everywhere. The presence over your shoulder. That shadow that moved, but nobody was there. The darkness that haunts us all. He is, a nightmare.
BRING ME YOUR VIRGINS.
ultraguy4 (2012-08-27 20:52:57)
STOP DROWNING IT!!!
BRING ME YOUR VIRGINS.
 

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