In the end

I could hear foot steps... through the large heavy mettle door, that confined me to the hellish prison cell, that for the last 3 days I had called home. The steps were heavy and load. Each sounded like a clap of thunder, rumbling thew the floor.

Fear was racing thew my body, leaving me unable to think. So I reached for the only thing closes to hand. A small butter knife, left on an old plate; obviously by by a previous prisoner of the F.E.A.R. I clenched it firmly in my right hand. It pressed against the bones in my hand, sending pain raising up my arm. But I ignored it.

The steps stopped! But I could tell they were to far from the door to reach it, or to even look in. So extremely carefully I crawled over to the door. Making shire not to make a sound. I slid the knife under the door slightly, and tilted it just enuf to see the figure.

He was very tall and from what I could make out strong. He was waring a long black cloak, with a large hood. I couldn't see his face, because he wore a dark flat mask, with no fetchers at all. And around his neck was a sine. A small silver cross, surrounded by a circle covered in spikes. The legion of the black call it the death cross!

Then as I tried to see thew the dark fetcher less mask he moved!!! He started to walk straight towards me once again. To made me jump. I shuffled back to the wall. The knife still in my hand, ready to defend myself. The cold damp wall the only thing keeping me from falling helplessly to the ground.

Them with and almighty kick the door fell the the ground. And as the massive earthquake reached my feet my muscles gave way. And I too came crashing to the ground. But as I fell my weak bones in my leg snapped, like twigs. Sending pain soaring thew my body. As I screamed out in pain the devilish man in front of me flinched, like he still new what pain was.

But even with this flicker of human emotion he still had a job to do, even if it was a bad one. Then in an instant he had ran and now had his hand around my throat. But in the other hand he held the death cross. He was pressing it into my chest. Trying to suck my sole out. Btu it was not to be for I held the black veil brides star to his chest. And in one breath I said.

"I give you back your soal!"

Then the dark mask covering his face crumbled in to dust. To reveal the face of the poor sole behind the mask. It was CC.............