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I'm standing in the darkness, cold visions of demons play with my mind, I'm wearing a white pair of jeans and a white tank top with a white see-threw fabric draping over my shoulders and arms, I'm barefoot in this emptyness. No gravity exsists.
I open my eyes, and for that moment of comprehension my lifeless eyes are red. They flicker back to their green and yellow dullness just so I can see my friend Melissa floating in front of me. My worst enemy of my dreams apear behind her, hidden by the shadows, but her purple hat can't be mistaken.
She is an old woman, harmless by appearence, her pruple dress and hat are lined with Zebra trim. Her black eyes, I'll never forget them, cold and bloodthirsty. She wants Melissa's blood, and I'm bound by the darkness in my heart to watch in a weightless world. Silence bangs my brain as a metal spear lets go into the darkness, flickering off of a unseen sun. the four points whistle as they find blood, fresh and still flowing.
My dear friend's body is thrown forward, her eyes turning dull as red covers the air around her, her purple shirt is died red, black hair covers the front of her face. A cold laugh deafens my ears and I curl into a ball, wishing to wake up...but I don't, I'm forced to watch my friend's body float past me, limp, but stiff at the same time. The spear sticking out from her back, red liquid striking my face and clothes.
I find tears floating from my eyes, following her lifeless body with wishes of final farwells into the cold eternity. I turn back to the purple woman, only to find her standing inches from my face, with a powerful fire in her eyes that shun me down, I'm powerless to hate her, unable to release my anger. She just hisses these words that stop my heart and leave me in the unknown emptines of my mind..cold and distant,
"Your the last one...on my list."

Description
I'm standing in the darkness, cold visions of demons play with my mind, I'm wearing a white pair of jeans and a white tank top with a white see-threw fabric draping over my shoulders and arms, I'm barefoot in this emptyness. No gravity exsists.
I open my eyes, and for that moment of comprehension my lifeless eyes are red. They flicker back to their green and yellow dullness just so I can see my friend Melissa floating in front of me. My worst enemy of my dreams apear behind her, hidden by the shadows, but her purple hat can't be mistaken.
She is an old woman, harmless by appearence, her pruple dress and hat are lined with Zebra trim. Her black eyes, I'll never forget them, cold and bloodthirsty. She wants Melissa's blood, and I'm bound by the darkness in my heart to watch in a weightless world. Silence bangs my brain as a metal spear lets go into the darkness, flickering off of a unseen sun. the four points whistle as they find blood, fresh and still flowing.
My dear friend's body is thrown forward, her eyes turning dull as red covers the air around her, her purple shirt is died red, black hair covers the front of her face. A cold laugh deafens my ears and I curl into a ball, wishing to wake up...but I don't, I'm forced to watch my friend's body float past me, limp, but stiff at the same time. The spear sticking out from her back, red liquid striking my face and clothes.
I find tears floating from my eyes, following her lifeless body with wishes of final farwells into the cold eternity. I turn back to the purple woman, only to find her standing inches from my face, with a powerful fire in her eyes that shun me down, I'm powerless to hate her, unable to release my anger. She just hisses these words that stop my heart and leave me in the unknown emptines of my mind..cold and distant,
"Your the last one...on my list."