10-14-2013, 10:31 AM
A doll dressed in red stared deeply into Steve's eyes from across the hall. Steve had a sad smile on his face. He himself wore black jeans and a white shirt. His trainers were a dull grey. His heart was racing rapidly. He sprinted outside of the obsolete house and found himself upon a rocky shore beneath some elephantine cliffs.
No beauty to be seen here though. Not for the ordinary eye at least. Lightning crashed fiercely down onto the seabed and suppressed hedges crackled from above. Stones tumbled from the cliffs. The house had gone yet the doll had not. Her beady eyes stared through him once more from the edge of the rocks. Steve had no where to go though, he was stranded with this evil object. The gong of an old clock echoed around the abyss and it struck 12 times. Steve sat and stared out upon the battle being had at sea. His eyes were not ordinary eyes. The midnight gongs and the darkness upon the sea was beautiful to him although it should not have been.
The doll strolled closer and closer. Steve's heart was in his mouth now. He looked away for a moment and the doll transformed into the mysterious old man. The old man's voice was a fiendish squeal.
“What's the matter Steve? Were you scared? The Steve Davids I used to know would not be scared of some doll in a frilly red dress. You really have changed haven't you. The Resident Psychopath is now nothing other than a giant baby being looked after by the freakish Sebastian Duke.”
“Enough! I want no more of these dim horrors. Do I look like Scrooge? I am done with these dreams!”
“Ah but they are not dreams my dear boy. Every time you shut your eyes you join me in this realm of abyss. Not at my request but at your own. Your mind is ruined so deeply that you seek comfort in a humble old man like me. How bizarre it is that you enjoy these terrors. You desperately grasp my company at any opportunity yet you hate me so much don't you Steve? By now I thought you might have actually realised who I am. Alas, I am forever being let down by you.”
Two small boys and what appeared to be their parents emerged behind the old man who was wearing his familiar black once more. They were sad. Tears trickled slowly down their smiling faces. They broke into laughter but continued to cry. Steve squinted and stared them down, unmoving. They melted into blackness in front of him and they flowed into the ocean that had been sapphire blue moments before but now was a starless black.
“Tell me who you are then old man.”
“Well is it not obvious dear boy? I am a part of you. The part of you that has seen what is yet to come. The part of you that encourages strength and evil. You see, you suppressed me for far too long and now it is time that the villain is awoken. It is time that torture is reborn. You always thought you controlled your mind didn't you Steve. The Psychopath within was all a lie to keep you locked up in that viscous asylum for as long as possible.”
“Do not talk of that place, you have not seen what I have seen.”
A tear now trickled down his own face.
“I have though Steve and I have seen forever more. You see, whilst in the morning you shall believe that this is nothing other than a dream the fact shall remain that dreams are reality because you chose to come here Steve. You wanted this to happen. You use your mind as a vessel to transport yourself to this realm when you fall asleep. You awake to a fit in sweats, and this sleep is anything but peaceful yet you keep coming back. Do you hear your mind speaking to you? Do you hear that? Your soul can hear you whimper. Your soul can hear you cry. Whatever happened to that tortured man who inflicted pain upon the Earth? You are a hollow shell of that man at the minute and it is down to me to force you to become the monster that you once were. If not, then I would not be surprised if Joe Tuesday and Kimmy-K gave you beating of a lifetime on Madness this coming week.”
“That is where you are wrong. I will do what I always do and that is destroy. If you know me so well you would know that I am unforgiving in that ring!”
“I know that you WERE unforgiving in that ring... Are you the same man? That is yet to be seen. You now preach of honour. Honour is not what truly matters Steve Davids. Glory is what matters. No matter how you reach it. Destroying others is what you were born to do. From the day you were born and you split your mother in two you were branded a murderer. A killer. Don't tell me you have forgotten what you really are dear boy? For it is our history that makes us whom we are, and it is our future that leads to greatness. When all is said and done your name will be forgotten but the four words that you live by shall remain forever eternal. All men must fall Steve Davids. Yet you are a man yourself you know. Maybe the time has come that it is you who shall fall.”
“I am no ordinary man.”
“Aye, that much is true. Yet you state 'ALL men must fall.' The extraordinary must fall eventually dear boy. I must openly admit that the day you fall seems to be getting closer and closer. Was it so wise of you to return when you are so weak?”
That question echoed dreadfully around Steve's mind as he awoke in a pool of his own sweat once again.