The Man in Purple (Book 2 in the "Michael" trilogy)

Chapter 2

(Michael's POV)
*Nightmare...*

"Tick tock, Michael..." a shadowey rabbit said without moving it's gigantic mouth.

"W-Who are you?! What do you want?!" I asked the rabbit.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... heh heh heh... ha ha ha! Beware... of, heh heh, the "Man in Purple"! HAHAHAHA! C-CAN'T ST-STOP LAUGHING! HAHAHAHA!" the rabbit replied, laughing maniacally. I was going to ask him who the 'Man in Purple' is, but then he began to melt, he ripped off his head and put it on me. I felt like my mind was on fire and I felt like I was going insane at the same time. It hurt so much that I screamed my lungs out, and the rabbit's head just kept laughing. When the pain stopped, I my eyes to a mirror which was reflecting a purple person with a purple guard outfit on, a knife in his right hand and an eerie smile on his face. But what really caught my attention was... his eyes. They were black with small white pupils and... I saw nothing but hated in those eyes. No soul, no remorse, no regret, just... hated. I couldn't look away until my alarm clock woke me up.

*Reality...*

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock playing it's continuous song of bland beeps. I was scared, and I could barely stop crying. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw the 'Man in Purple'. I just wanted to forget that man, as I tried to forget my father and the deaths of my friends. But, like with the first times, I failed.