You awake?
The meadow had the most beautiful of flowers. They carried a calming scent that allowed the two kids to relax. They lay on their backs, the array of flowers acting as their pillow of sorts. They stared at the sky, the dark, pitch black sky. Innocence was still visible within their young eyes. How long would it be until the world took it away? "Leon, the girl beside him called, Leon turned to her. A void, a black spiral took the place of her face. Her voice was as calming as the meadow and her hair was just as vibrant, her golden hair, which took all his attention. "Don't you think it's time you" she paused "wake up" she said this as Leon began to see blood all over his hands. He stood from where had laid. In place of the beautiful flowers, there lay mountains of corpses ahead of him and blood all around him. And in place of the girl, lay Luke, lifeless, his dead eyes staring straight into his soul. He could feel everything changing, he was living a nightmare. It couldn't be real, he thought as he closed his eyes tightly.
He opened them to see he was back at the club. Looking down, he noted that he was above a pile of bodies and chalk had been used to draw a circle with some symbols around it. His hands felt numb, he looked to see that he had been tied and was hanging from the scaffolding of the club by his hands. What the hell? He thought. His body was completely drained, he noted as he tried his best to break himself free. There were people around the pile of bodies, wearing red robes and each reading from a book they were saying something, not saying but chanting. How did I get myself mixed up in this? It was strange how he didn't feel as scared as he thought he would. There was a strange feeling of emptiness within him. A dispassion to the current situation, it was strange because he didn't feel like himself. Someone in a mask walked in. The mask had no facial features but had symbols carved into its wooden surface. The person turned to look at Leon. Hello there, how are we feeling today? A voice asked, it echoed within his head.. Who are you? How are you in my head? Leon asked in a rather monotone tone. The surface of the mask the person had been wearing slowly began to twist in shape forming an eerie smile. You're quite relaxed for someone who's about to die. Leon could hear the person chuckle from below. To answer your question, I am Dunamis, it's a pleasure to meet you, Leon. As he said this the expression on the mask slowly began to fade. The people who had been chanting stepped back from the bodies and knelt down before them. Dunamis slightly lifted his hand and opened his palm, a book, relatively large in size, floated in his direction. The book opened before him.
Dunamis read something from the book, the words he said were inaudible to Leon who hung by his wrists completely at his mercy. He slowly lifted a hand, and his muttering stopped. The circle which had been drawn around the bodies began to disappear as if being burnt away by some mysterious force, each symbol ignited a spark and lit a small flame. sounds began to echo and shadows began to cloud the room almost like smoke. Leon was able to make out that the sounds were in fact voices. Screaming and begging for freedom. They were spirits, creatures from the "other side".
The spirits fell back into the circle, as if they were being pulled into it, from below Dunamis watched, so did the others. The spirits tried their best to escape the space which they had been trapped in, the flames acted like barriers, visibly damaging them if they tried to get past. He let the book float out of his hands, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and on it was a pentagram, Leon noted how the very same symbol on the paper was engraved on the skin of each corpses on different parts of their deceased bodies, what purpose did it have?. He then began to murmur something and the piece of paper lit a flame and so did the bodies, the flame reached Leon. He didn't feel any heat, but from what he could tell, the spirits did. They squirmed and tried their best to get away from the flames which distorted their shapes. Without turning his head from what was taking place Dunamis asked Leon, ready to shine? As he asked this he lifted his sleeve and pulled out a knife, without flinching he cut his finger and blood began to rush out as a result. With his focus now on what he was doing, drew a pentagram onto his hand and began murmuring something once again, the blood on his finger trickling down to his wrist. The pentagram on his hand began to disappear just like the one around the bodies had. The spirits had been drawn into the bodies, and for a few seconds, there was silence.. Then a loud screech could be heard, a large shadow, almost the size of all the others combined rose from the pile of corpses, violently rushing at Leon's direction. His chest began to burn, black burn marks spread and formed a pentagram. He was losing consciousness, he could feel it. The shadow then made its way into Leon's chest as if the symbol itself was a doorway for it just like the other spirits did to the corpses. The pain was like no other he had ever experienced, he screamed and raved in agony, tears running down his face. The corpses lost their original human shape and began to slowly melt to Leon's horror, they were slowly becoming an amalgamation of dead bodies, a mound of flesh. It was the end, he was going to die never having lived his life. As agony turned into emptiness and emptiness into deathly rest a thought crossed his mind, an image of what seemed to be himself sitting on a chair in a void, a cold dark void with cold, animalistic and vibrant golden eyes. . it no longer felt like an image, it slowly and scarily began to feel more real, was this some kind of dream? Leon looked at himself and without moving, something was said to him, but he couldn't hear a single word of it. And with a deathly scream he awoke in a hospital bed. The nurses, having heard his scream, rushed to his side. They asked him questions regarding his health and his current state but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He stared at his hands as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, with a rush of adrenaline, he ripped his hospital shirt. He stared down at his shirt, with shock and a bit of relief, I'm alive?!