User:PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix

I can't remember what had happened. I had gone to bed late last night, thinking about... I can't remember. Now normally I don't dream, or have visions and that kind of stuff. But after some peaceful nothingness of a dream, it all changed before one could even blink.

There was a boy. He had dark reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes, so dark they almost looked black. The boy looked to be about maybe 14 or so, and was covered in scars, bruises, slashes, you name it. There were even some rings around his throat where it looked like someone might have choked him.

I could just barely recognize the boy. ''Barely. ''Isaac Stone. He was a kid whom no one liked, and no one knew the reason for that, they just hated him. His mother had died when he was 3 and his father didn't want him. His foster father was a ruthless beast, while his foster mother was a coldhearted angel.

The dream... I don't want to remember it. I just watched uncertainly as Isaac just stood there. Then he came forward at a painfully slow pace. And he was laughing! Oh his laugh was that of dry leaves being crushed on a cold winters day at midnight. His clothes were torn at the edges, and as he got closer you could see that instead of shining pearl teeth, they were replaced with sharp black night teeth. And his tongue was midnight black also!

Soon we were a few feet apart. Suddenly, in a flash, he was no longer laughing but giving me an angry glare. No wait.. angry was an understatement. Isaac was fuming! Worse than that even! When Isaac reached out his hand I noticed that his nails had sharpened incredibly. Isaac used to have them chipped to where he couldn't cut them any more, but now, now, they were sharper than an eagles talons.

I screamed in terror when his clawed hands closed around my thick throat. It wasn't enough to kill me, but it hurt worse than burning flesh.

What scared me the most during the drama was that Isaac started to sing. Before his gruesome death, Isaac had the singing voice of rose blossoms on a early spring day. But now, still the same voice of roses, now had a different effect. Instead of me staring with admiration at the voice, I was trying to tip my ears out.

"Scarred, battered, and cut away,

Bruised till the light of my death,

Hurting till a sad new day,

The day that I run out of breath."

I had never heard this before. But I was brutally ''terrified! ''At the word breath i woke up. I was screaming, panting, sweating, and huddled underneath the covers like there was a serial killer in my room. Then I heard a voice whisper.

"Not Stone. Nightmare. Nightmare. Nightmare.." It took forever for those words to fade out of my ears.

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Each time I closed my eyes I would see his scarred battered up face. And his song.. I couldn't get his song out of my head! It was always there, playing that soft little tune, not letting me dream a night of peace... ever... again.

"Scarred, battered, and cut away,

Bruised till the light of my death,

Hurting till a sad new day,

The day that I run out of breath."

1st Victim:

Louise Anthony Michaels Satchel

Age 19

Male

1989-2008

Last word(s): Nightmare.