No Escape (A Team Crafted Story)

Chapter 6- The Voice Was Right

(AN: The torture bet I had went better than I expected.... Probably because I cheated a little bit.. Sorry @PBBgurl11 and @yaoiluver68... BUT I HAD TOO!!!!!!! It was my only way out!!!! More to come and the end note... Yea!! Thanks! Peace and hope you're all having a wonderful and slightly cold day. :)

**Mitch's POV**

Adam was really, really depressed about Sam being gone.

But I knew that if I let this get too much to me, Death would take over. He would consume me, ruin my life, taint my soul, devour my hope and sanity. (AN: Woa... That just escalated...)

I decided to stay away from Adam so that I would not be weakened. I needed to stay strong. For Ashley.

Ha! You choose to stay away from me because you think you can avoid me? Pitiful! A mere mortal like you can NEVER escape me! I t has already started Mitch, don't avoid it.

I wanted to deny every word that was coming into my head, but I couldn't. I wanted to convince myself that he was wrong, but he wasn't.

So, you acknowledge my power now?

I never said I did. And I never said I will.

Really?

Then it came. The defining screech, the feeling of emptiness, the nothing. I dropped to the knees and my vision blurred. The world started warping in and out and I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly.

Shouldnt've doubted my power.

***In le dream***

I was in my old room. The room I had when I was a kid. I lifted the covers and walked downstairs to the sound of Van Halen, my mother's favorite band.

The scent of freshly baked cookies danced around the air and the room was always warm.

I walked to the bathroom and went to see what else was in there. My old toothbrush, old shower curtain, everything.

But I left the bathroom and went to go investigate the cookie smell because after all, you can never have enough.

I turned the corner to get to the kitchen and instantly was filled with shock.

"Mom?" I said, slowly approaching her. "Yes, Mitch?"

"Is that really, well, you?" She put her hand on my forehead and looked at me, obviously puzzled. "Yes, are you okay?" I wrapped my hands around her and started to tear up.

"Perfect. I'm just so glad you're here! I-I love you mom." "Okay honey, well, get ready to go! You have to go to drama club rehearsal in 10 minutes!"

I quickly ran up the stairs and got my coat and boots. But then I remembered what I heard that day.

The shot. I threw everything I had and jumped down the stairs.

"MOM!!!!!" My mother was on the floor, a bullet hole straight through her heart. I knelt down and raised her neck.

"Mom.." I said, holding in my tears like a river.

"Mitch, there's nothing we can do. Just remember I will always love you."

I watched as her body turned into sand, being wisped away from the wind. My surroundings started caving in, and like a cracker (I COULDN'T THINK OF A BETTER ANALOGY DON'T JUDGE ME!), the walls started crumbling as did the floor beneath me.

I watched as the white tiles fell into the abyss below and pieces of debris floated overhead.

Inevitably, the floor beneath me fell as did I. The tiles and debris began to form a pattern, a room, the main lobby of the house.