

The NightmareDarkness. Darkness everywhere. His breathing heavy and slow, calculated. He looks at his hands, covered in blood. No, not covered... STAINED. As if the lives he had taken were all coming back to haunt him. His breathing becomes faster and faster, his heartbeat steadily increasing speed. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword as he runs, further into the darkness. He continues to run, not knowing where he goes. Deadly silent, all he hears is his own breath, maddening. He looks around, his almost aquamarine eyes becoming wide with fear. He stands in one place and draws the sword, massive in length. He lets out a yell, anger rising quickly. &nbThe Nightmare
*watches*
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Megz Heartcho~"Doom is a dish best served cold with a side of hot sauce."
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"When the whole world says no, you say yes." - MJ
R.I.P. Michael Jackson
"Fury is that which drives the hand of Jesstice."
-Mike Renner-
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