This day started like any other now I don’t know if I’m going to survive death has arrived in the form of a masked man my legs are weak unable to stand his motivations are hard to understand but fear the gloved hand of one that makes your blood run cold then stand still and spill with the flex of his will muscles like steel impact and detonate you feel when you enter the ordeal death dealing blows opponents unknown that he has chosen at random for fun fact see insanity he devoutly stalks me locks me in the closet while I hear him dispatch my three best friends meets their ends at the end of a machete and I know that next he’s coming for me explode from the door on the count of three and hope that he doesn’t notice or at least catch me working his way I flee the room and storm the kitchen all the blades are already missing kissing my life good bye when I catch a figure out of the side of my eye drop and avoid the arm attempt to disarm razor sharp swarms swipe and invade while my lucky charm is cut from my arm by a blade somehow I escape harm make it to the fire escape scream but no one else in the complex is awake take two seconds to think about it but leap two stories off the balcony at insistence when he makes his appearance with adherence to story structure I awake seconds later he’s peering down like Vader lungs feeling like they need an inhaler as I’m fleeing a mad man like Vlad the Impaler can’t stop I told Laurie I would never fail her protect the curse of the rose and those it has chose from among the family I arose as the only one who could finally manage to put an end to this madness but those were just passages of the past and I’m wondering if this is my last gasp final thought as my legs become caught in barbed wire mired in what might as well be hell fire I can see him admire the blood as he draws closer now walking even slower knife hangs like a sling blade this is how the game is played but who’s the cat and who’s the mouse as I announce his entrance to a last dinner one free ticket single person admittance that tends to lend credence to disappearance when automatic fire is heard at first it seems as though he won’t be detoured by the ambush but little by little as he comes apart I’m assured of success all the while he doesn’t speak a word not a single sound until his body hits the ground bloody mound where his corpse is found ability to withstand would astound if he didn’t look like ground beef lift the mask from face like a sheath and peer beneath with baited breath to see what’s left suddenly he again begins breathing first I’m seething then my back is breaking breath taking ability to knock me off my feet great the inevitable as he strolls towards my battered body and broken bones stabs so many holes it’s like a shoddy representation fuel his dark fascination as he watches the expression begin to fade but today is the day and I’ve got to find a way to trip the explosives drop this dark shade like halitosis things begin to flash white hearing disembodied words like Moses as I fight for consciousness crawl from the fury of his fists and quickly find the remnants of the remote like my hopes dashed and broken on ash I’m chocking but then quickly remembering there’s a dead man’s switch all I have to do is drop the lever and lift the switch I can take this sick Lich Witch King with into the mists of myth for years at this point I’ve trained and honed my skills so I summon the will swallow the blood like a pill and make a final dash for the hill he’s closing in for the kill but I catch him with a roundhouse windmill and he takes a nasty spill will buy me a few seconds death beckons his blade blinking like beacons in the night how about that I fell right into the trap and I can feel my heel snap sliced Achilles tendon no explaining how I’m dealing the flesh from my legs he begins peeling moments of transcendence I’m stealing between unbelievable anguish pain and torment this is how my final moments are spent at the hands of a man whose hell bent on spreading the name of the aforesaid with bullets and blades to forehead living where others fear to tread in the darkest realms of the undead fed on blood and bloated on fear coated career cages in different stages of demonic possession speaking incantations for teleportation never heard by human ears here to make clear he’s the true personification of fear, pain and evil strangle the life from all the people you hold dear and draw sustenance from the tears sensation is queer no life left in my chest bereft of breath broken and beaten but even though my heart is no longer beating I have a feeling that there’s still more to come unsure quite exactly why I won’t die as somehow I am again able to stand this time with power to match snap the affront to nature which opposes me in half fingers tingling with power as I move fluid like sand through the hour glass my fists and fingers pass through his flesh like a knife through butter we batter and bruise one another unwilling to lose brothers in arms intent on bodily harm crush his body until it conforms with the dark design of death I have envisioned derision of the last division that divides his body from death as I suck his soul there’s nothing left consumed by the object of my theft I am left with the heft of the acts I’ve committed bloody details omitted to the police how could this be permitted or am I simply the same in act as in name no matter this is the fate that came and I could not show refrain intent on now passing life from fleeting objects like a pasture Louie Pasteur thoughts of which I’m unsure but there must be a cure I simply need more of these limbs and body parts I’ll call murder scenes my abstract art build then I’ll find the heart switched sides like sections but this time I play another part the taste is tart but if you’re smart remember this isn’t the end it’s just the start!