Matthias didn't sleep well that night. His sleep was haunted by nightmares in which he re-lived the two minutes he had killed Munrow as well as that terrible day in which she had humiliated him, and murdered Klaus all those years ago. Each time his mind revisited these memories the more distorted, debased, and cruel they became. The overwhelming, sickening guilt he felt forced him to awake. But he couldn't move. Every bit of him was frozen into the sideways position that he lay. And then he saw it standing to his right a little ways off.
A hooded figure. It stood about 7 feet tall dressed in heavy black robes and a cloak that smelt of death and decay. And its face, so terrible and twisted that it was beyond description. Matthias lay dead still. He lay expressionless, but inwardly his heart was pounding like mad. He kept his eyes on the sinister figure, fearing it would attack if he took his eyes off it for one second. The Phantom leered at him, swaying from side to side like a snake who is about to strike. The figure made a spitting sound like that of a cat or snake. The demonic hiss made Matthias' skin crawl. The figure began to advance. Terror overcame Matthias, he leapt up in a panic and screamed. The hideous figure vanished, and Matthias was laying in bed, soaked from his sweat. Right before he fell back asleep Matthias thought Was I dreaming? Or am I dreaming now?
Matthias awoke the next morning with a sick feeling. The dreams he had experienced last night were still haunting him. First the memories and now him, that Hooded figure had returned at last. This was not the first encounter with this Phantom. Matthias had seen this figure skulking him whenever he was experiencing great pain or suffering. But why? Why was he suffering for his revenge? For the third time in his life, he had murdered, no killed another Human being. No, not another Human being, A Devil! That she-devil deserved it! I am glad I killed her! And I'll do it again! Killing is easy. I don't know why I was so afraid to kill before!
Rolling out of bed he walked into the lavatory, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. He looked into his reflection in the mirror. Alabaster skin, a button nose, and triangular face. Obsidian black, slightly wavy hair that hung about his head, in a thick, jagged, and choppy mop. Two violet, amethyst colored eyes that had a deep, piercing look to them. And peaking out from underneath his mop of hair were two sharply pointed ears. His ears had been a source of fascination for many in the Internment zone so much so he pulled his Baker Boy's cap over them whenever he went out. Throwing on a shirt over his lanky upper body, he hurried downstairs to breakfast.
Coming into the dining room, Matthias found everyone else was up. The table was laid with bacon and eggs with the aroma of biscuits and gravy wafting around the room. At the other end a phonograph was playing soft jazz. Matthias after sitting down near the end, helped himself.
As he ate, he noticed everyone looking at him strangely. Like he committed some great sin or travesty. Which was absurd because he had killed an enemy of their race. So then why did they all look like they were ready to make a break for it should the need arise? Tallent broke the silence by saying. "Wandy is pleased with your work Matthias, you've successfully neutralized the target without killing him, and provided sufficient evidence to prove Wexley's guilt. Moreover, you eliminated a key adversary in our quest to reclaim the Fatherland" Tallent placed a newspaper in front of Matthias' Biscuits n' gravy and Matthias read the headline "COPS Lieutenant Brutally Murdered!" Matthias felt a shudder pass through him. He held onto a vain hope that last night's events had been all a dream, but the newspaper, Tallent, and his compatriots' reactions to him only solidified the reality. Munrow was dead, and by his hand she had died.
"This does complicate things slightly, however Munrow was an adversary that had to be eliminated sooner or later. Wandy would have like the removal to have been a bit more discrete, but he says he can work this into our favor-"
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The Son of Light
FantasyMatthias is a young boy with a desire for murder and revenge. He lives within an internment zone in a partitioned nation that is ruled by three enemy nations. These enemy nations are in the process of annihilating his people. Death and destruction i...