Colder than Ice

The most perculiur dream

Hello to everyone kind enough to give my story the time of day, Thank you so much. This is the first story iv'e written so i'm not sure how good it'll be, Please enjoy. 

I wake up with a start and sit up in my bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes, my vision slowly clears, it's dark, the familiar room becoming slightly lighter, it was my room, or one very similar. My mouth is dry, "water", I mumble in annoyance. I pull myself out of bed, my oversized, long sleeved shirt falling well below my torso, I walk toward the door stumbling slightly as my body wakes from sleep, I stand at the door, it is large, wooden and is covered with pictures and posters of Troye Sivan and Brandon Urie, I reach for the handle.

"Ouch", the word escapes my lips as I pull my hand away from the freezing cold handle, I look at my hand making sure there aren't any red marks from the cold.
"That's lucky", I whisper to myself my voice still husky. As I look back away from my hand, the door has vanishes, I am standing in the middle of a rather large, dark room, lit only by five basins of fire, held by statues so large that their heads are lost in the void of blackness that I guess should be the ceiling, even though the statues seem to be kneeling. Almost as if on cue, all five of the fires grow in size burning everything in sight, I shield my eyes from the blaze as the fire burns even the walls until I am left standing in naught but ash, the chill of the winter air hits my skin, I realise I am now outside.

From the ash rises a giant floor length mirror, complete with gold accents. My reflection looks back at me, I knew it was me, It was the same face that had looked back at me all my life. The same shaggy black hair falling over my face and my weak frame just standing there, the only thing that stood out about me is my eyes, crystal blue, they stare back at me with blaring intensity, almost like i'm staring into my own soul. An intense burning sensation wraps around my waist as a pair of pale hands skim my sides meeting in the middle, a head appears behind me, the person's chin resting on my shoulder. The person was very familiar, he had my face, but it wasn't my face, it was more angular, as opposed to my more boyish features, his hair was as white as fresh fallen snow, his eyes however, were the most disturbing part, his left eye was the same blue as mine, the right one on the other hand, was bright orange, there was no pupil, instead, there was a black omega symbol. I couldn't move, even the burning sensation around my waist couldn't make me flinch in the slightest. He leans into my ear.

"You need to wake up", he whispers to me, I looked into the reflection in horror, "Wake up, or you'll die."

I sit bolt upright, my vision clearing as I realise why my skin felt like it was burning. The walls were glowing with the heat of blue hellfire, and the room smelt of smoke. A shadowed figure looms over me with a knife, making the room feel even more claustrophobic.
"What did you do Lucas", it was my dad, he had the same anger in his eyes he did every time he looked at me, only this time there was blood lust.
"It wasn't me I swear, iv'e been asleep all night", I curl into the fetal position as he lurches forward with the knife. I let out a small scream, before he covers my mouth with his hand.
"Maybe if I end you this will stop", gesturing to the fire that was continuing to burn the room to cinders, "I've tried to put the fire out but it won't stay, out." Then it hit me, an immense pain in my stomach as the knife is plunged into me, warmth spilling like water down my side. Suddenly, it was like everything froze, I could only hear the sound of my own heavy breathing, my father stood over me still clutching the knife in my stomach.

The door burst open,
"What a pitifully mundane man", I slowly turn my head to face the door, a rather tall female silhouette spoke with disdain. She flicks her hand, my dads mouth opens with a loud snap, like his jaw had broken, a sickly black substance escapes his mouth, still unmoving his eyes roll back into his skull, the black substance floats to the silhouetted figures' hand.
"Truly evil, this man, with a soul as black as this", she was eyeing me, I couldn't see her face but I could tell, it was like a weight on my body, " tell me boy, do you want to live?"
"Ye... yes", I managed to squeak, the very act of breathing causing more pain, I try tugging at the knife in my stomach, but to no avail, my strength was slowly fading.
"Very well then", I felt a smile, I don't know if you can feel a smile, but I did, "sleep now child", her voice held a commanding tone. My eyes start feeling heavy, as my vision went black, the figure devours the black substance.