The Writing Prompt Challenge

#2

Number 9666 woke up in a cold sweat. 

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"You will fail, you will fall, and I will be there to catch you," a menacing voice echoed as a young woman looked around in the empty whiteness.  

" You will not scare me,"  9666 yelled into the abyss at the familiar voice, until her voice went  hoarse. She looked lonely small and insignificant, her black hair floating above her. Her haunted  green eyes searching.

" I know that you are scared of me," the voice spoke behind her, " you can say your not , but I know, truly,  that you are ."

She turned around quickly and saw him. He was a young man  in a tux, his eyes where electric blue with red streaks through them.  She looked at the man with loathing .

" You'd think you would have learned by now," he said stepping closer to her. 

"Stay away," she said taking a single step back. 

" Not afraid are we," he said grinning cynically. 

"Just leave me alone," she pleaded.

" You know I will get my way," he said as he made a walking stick appear. It was black with gray ancient scripts moving all around it, " I will always get my way. "

"I will stop you," she said, pulling on the last strands of courage  that she had. 

"You couldn't even face me the last battle we had ,and that was with all your little friends," he said twirling  his cane nonchalantly, " people died because you were too stubborn to accept your fate. Are you truly that selfish?"

"I was too scared to fight you," she said with a grim determination, " but I'm different now."  

" I don't think so," he said , " we are all the same when fear takes over." He turned around so fast that she didn't even realize he was next to her till he grabbed her shoulder. He roughly turned her to face him.

 "And you are a coward. Too afraid to run for long, I will hunt those down who help you and I will kill them," he said as his voice deepened , his eyes began shifting from blue to red then to black. His skin turned white with the gray letters from his staff flowing onto his skin. His black hair stood on end, electricity arching between the hairs. He gripped his staff with one hand and her arm with another. His black eyes starred into hers, " you will come back and I will be there personally to make sure you do." 

He raised his staff over his head and then everything went black. 

9666 woke up in a cold sweat.

He was coming.