Retaliation

Nightmare?

Blaze felt like he was in a fever dream; nothing was making sense, and everything he was seeing felt like he was high.

Whatever this was, it felt like a cruel joke to him. He was standing in a forest, and it was dark out; not even the moon was giving him any light.

It was really cold, and the trees were whispering in the air. It wasn't like they were speaking, but Blaze could feel shivers running down his spine.

Like something was watching him, he couldn't see a damn thing.

"How the hell did I get here?" Blaze wondered out loud right now; he was just walking aimlessly.

He was getting increasingly anxious; no matter how long he walked, it felt like he was making no progress even though he was sure that he had made some effort.

He took turns here and there, but the distance of the trees still looked the same; his eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat. With a squint of his eyes, Blaze could see someone in the distance.

"Hey! Who are you?" Blaze questioned not moving from his spot; the figure didn't make any signs of movement from what he could see. "Listen, stop freaking people out and fucking answer me!" He shouted.

Still nothing; Blaze didn't have time to wait for this asshole to answer him. Blaze turned around and walked away; he had barely taken a step before he was harshly pulled back and fell on the forest floor.

"What the fuck?!" Blaze looked up and was met with the face of Zack.

Something was dripping from his face and onto his forehead. The smell was so overwhelmingly powerful and foul that Blaze gagged, covering his mouth while jerking away.

"Stay away." Blaze coughed, still sliding away from him.

"I don't want to." The voice chuckled.

It was Zack's voice, but it felt like it was coming from all sides, even though his figure was still in front of him, taking long steps towards him.

"I mean it!" Blaze started to get to his feet; he wasn't going to be a pushover.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do kill me?" Zack said, and Blaze could hear his condescending tone.

"Yeah, I did it once. I can do it again, bitch." Blaze walked forward, where the figure just stood. Blaze grabbed at it, but his hand went through nothing.

"What the hell?"

"Have you never met a ghost before?" Zack's hand shot out and smacked Blaze in the mouth; it was a hard slap that made his lip bleed. Blaze didn't say a word; he just held his mouth, still in shock.

Zack grabbed him by his collar, pushing him back. Blaze fought back, but his grip was too tight, and every time Blake tried, his hands would just go through nothing.

"You're a pathetic piece of shit. You're fucking dead already, so what the fuck are you bothering me for?" Blaze spat staring Zack down, he looked disgusting with even more flesh shown than the last time.

"Why? You wanna know why, huh?" Zack pushed Blaze against a tree, and as quickly as he let go, Blaze moved forward but was glued to where he stood. "You know, I couldn't wait for the day when I could leave this fucking town. The day my mom told me we would move soon, I died. Murdered by two pathetic ass bullies." Zack's voice was strained, as if he were fighting back tears.

Blaze couldn't help but snicker. "You really think I care for a sob story?"

As soon as the word came out of his mouth, Blaze felt like he couldn't breathe.