Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25947144-20150124212540

As Jackson was waking up, he realized the environments 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 and the flames. He was worried. Actually he was scared. But not because of the environments. No, he was scared because he was worried for the first time in his whole existence. All of a sudden, he wasn't that lonely 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?" The figure was just standing and staring at him. "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." His voice was now irrirated instead of sad. "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." "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 think about this if your apologizes wouldn't be just lies. If we wouldn't be so opposite, we might've been good friends." These were his last words before fading away. An awful way to die we might say. But even the lives of the trickiest demons will end one day. 