I dream of John unlike ever before.
I am running through a hallway.
A school hallway. My own.
The floor tiles white with the occasional red rows.
It is dark. Some time after hours. It is quiet.
It is quiet though not at all peaceful.
John is chasing me. A crazed look in his eyes that is not normal. The glistening blade from Lorien in his hands. Covered with dripping wet blood. Held in bloodied hands.
Blood of the innocent.
He chases.
He chases and I run.
The hallways seem unending.
Not repeating. Not different or same. Just unending.
I can hear his breathing. Like that of an animal.
Heavy and rugged. Short and hasty.
His footsteps pounding close behind.
I beg him to stop.
I hear my voice plead, echoing down the continuing halls.
"Please John, stop. Please John, stop."
Never does he.
He chases and I run.
In a never-ending loop.
I plead and plead while he chases and chases.
And he whispers over and over, quiet yet plenty loud to hear.
"Abomination. Abomination. Abomination."
His voice echoes and travels.
Behind me, beside me, above me, below me.
I hear him everywhere.
The love that I found.
Tears that arise.
In the unexpected expectation of the only love I found taken by an evil I don't know.
A destructive force taking control of the boy I love; his every thought and every will.
Possessed by an evil demon.
It isn't until I see Bea in my path that I jolt to a halt.
Her hands on her hips and smiling at me with glee, it takes me by surprise.
By surprise and confusion and dread and fear.
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A Hero In The Dark
FanfictionTHE EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE REAL. THE PROTAGONIST IS REAL. NAMES AND PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE LORIEN. WHO REMAIN IN HIDING UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT. YOU HAVE IGNORED THE FIRST WARNING. YOU HAVE RUN OUT OF TIME. PITTACUS LORE IS...
