Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25947144-20150125133622

As Jackson woke up, he realized his surroundings were... unusual. He was laying on cold ground, in the middle of a circle of blue fire. However, he wasn't really outside. He was in a big room with no windows, no doors. It only contained him, the flames and the hot air. He was worried. Actually he was scared. And not because of the surroundings. No, he was scared because he was worried for the first time in his whole existence. All of a sudden, he wasn't alone anymore. A tall figure with a cloak, two darkened wings, two depressed eyes and a big, silver sword. Jackson got courage and finally spoke.

"You worthless bastard! You brought me here, didn't you?" "Talk to me, you cowa-" "Watch your words," he said, "Because you may just waste them" "The hell are you talking about? "Well, no one disagreed when we decided to finish your lifeline." The figure was just standing and staring at him. No gesture, no blink, no breathe. Jackson was shaking. He wanted to run away from the circle, from the figure and from that room. But he was to scared of what might happen. He didn't know how strong the figure was, if he could escape the room by himself or how he would end up if he would run through the fire. Then he noticed. The fire had no fuel or wood or anything to keep it from burning out. Anything but pure, cold and dry out earth. "What do you mean by... no, no, no! Please tell me that you didn't mean that!" "Don't be disobedient Jackson! 105 years and not good in any possible way either. Your former ancestors agreed." The air was becoming hotter and harder to inhale. Yet Jackson was feeling so cold inside. "Disobedient?Ancestors? I beg you, let me live!" "I'm sorry. But you can choose. The fire won't approach you, but won't burn out either. You can exit the circle and perish now or you can wait until the air is completely consumed. Either way you will perish tonight." "Please, I'm sorry for everything you think I've done, I'll give you anything you want. Just don't let me die!" "Poor Jackson. Maybe we would've given your apology some thought, if it wasn't just another big lie. If we weren't so different, we might've been good friends" These were his last words before fading away. Jackson knew it would end there and then. No one will know and nobody will care either.An awful way to die we might say. But even the lives of the trickiest demons will end one day. 