Unfinished

Wake Up

Eric drowsily opened his eyes, his vision blurry. His glasses were on the floor, after he fainted and they fell. He tried reaching for them. No strength left in his weak body, he just killed someone for Pete's sake!

"Wake up!" he heard. A blissful surprise; Mitchell's voice.

He then appeared.

"H-Heaven" he sleepily said. He felt warm and cozy instead of cold, dark fear.

Eric wanted to push himself up to embrace his boyfriend one last time, before he stopped dreaming. He couldn't, and he lay there motionless.

Eric blinked and the environment became a bit more frigid than before. The trees, grass, and rocks were all tinted a different shade of blue.

'This is probably just sleep paralysis. I'll wake up in a bit. That's just in my imagination.' he thought.

As Eric looked at his now deceased boyfriend with his glistening hazel eyes, the image started to become distorted. Shiny turquoise hair became dark, messy, and orange.

Lovely brown eyes pop out of their sockets, the holes now leaking crimson liquid. Thick blood, it was. Multiple stab wounds show up on the torso. Chunks of flesh are missing from his slender body. Fingers were popping off, bone being able to be seen. Mitchell shrunk 5 inches, and a confident smirk turns into a large grin, revealing dull white teeth. Amber.

Fear rushed through his body, but he couldn't get up. He was done for, doomed. Unable to scream, he was forced to be silently killed.

'Wake up...' he thought.

"WAKE UP ERIC HEHEHEHE!" she said. Amber was holding a large axe. Eric couldn't move. Sleep paralysis, it surely was. Except these weren't just any hallucinations and nightmares; they were reality gone horribly wrong. Instead of this disappearing, it would stay until the deed was done.

Amber swung the large axe down towards his pelvis. The blood that was spilling looked like liquid rubies, so shiny and bright. The burgundy blood of Eric's center cascaded onto the wildflowers and plants he was lying upon. Instead of pure white clovers, they were now completely bloody.

'Failure...'

Eric tried to scream. He couldn't. He could only let the salty tears flow.

'You can't even move, Eric. Stop trying, Eric. You failed, Eric,' he thought.

Amber kept cutting into his pelvis with the axe. The grass under him absorbed his blood.

His intestines were being exposed, and the axe minced them up, until only what looked like ground meat was left. He coughed up blood, it spilled out of his mouth like a fountain. As soon as he was done being mutilated and cut up, Amber used her hands to dig out his eyes. She murdered him more brutally than the others. Her last victim would always get it worse.

"Heaven" was his last thought.