the next dark age: book two insanity

chapter 10 how safe is your home?

Angel saw what looked what looked like a younger version of Dawn was lying down in the street. His hair wasn't as long or freakishly red as it was when she met him, but it was unmistakably Dawn. The gloves and the eyes were a dead giveaway, as his eyes still had no pupils back then, even if they were not bloodshot.

Dawn silently said to himself "how am I not dead?" he was hunched into a ball on the floor.

"Isn't it obvious" a voice said "you can only die, when I say you can. Until that moment, you will be my vessel, and we will kill the Time God."

Dawn started crying "what about those people that we killed. I... I think I liked it. Does that mean anything?"

"You've always enjoyed it. Unfortunately your father prevented you from ever accessing your true self. Don't you see, this is the only way you can feel happiness again."

Dawn continued to cry, as the dream faded. as the dream did fade, Angel felt some presence. something inside her head. Angel tried to block it out. despite that, she could still feel something, searching, watching her. 

Angel finally woke up and thought she heard something outside, which at first scared her. She had been on edge recently and was not eager to look outside at the outside and see something dangerous, especially after she remembered feeling something in her dream. After a few seconds, though, she gained the courage to look outside, and saw that it was just a branch tapping on the glass. She laughed and shook her head. Then she noticed that there was maybe someone outside. She could not see the figure clearly, but it looked like a humanoid shadow that interrupted the regular shadows of the trees outside. it walked slowly. that immediately ruled out any animal, as animals were quick and would chase after their pray. unless of course, it had already found it's pray, and was getting ready to pounce.

Goose bumps grew on her skin, and her eyes grew watery. She thought she might scream, until the figure seemed to shift, and finally the figure moved out of sight Angel hoped that the silhouette hadn't seen her, as the only reason she could see the man was the full moon out, and her window was quite small. Still though, Angel wasn't sure. Maybe it wasn't even human, she could not clearly see the figure after all. yeah, it was just an animal hunting it's pray.

Not being able to sit quietly anymore and take the fear, Angel went downstairs to find her drawing's she was working on.

After ruffling through an old desk, Angel found her paper, pencil, and a candle with some matches. Angel went to work on the drawings, which she soon found herself enveloped in. she liked how she could do something with her hand that could also occupy her mind. She would create elaborate stories in her hand of the drawings. Most of the drawings had a fairy tale quality to them, where everyone lived in a fantastic and idyllic world where nothing bad happened to anyone. Right now she was drawing a Victorian style couple riding a dragon.

Angel world was interrupted when she heard a bump behind her, causing her to jump slightly and turn around.

"Sorry," Lance said awkwardly.

Angel let out a laugh, "No, you're fine. What are you doing?"

"I thought I heard someone whispering out here."

Angel grew red, she had a tendency to talk to herself when she was drawing, and she was hoping that Lance would never notice it. Before Angel could come up with an excuse as to why Lance heard whispering, he said "What are you drawing."

"Oh, um" Angel stuttered, thinking the subject matter to be slightly stupid "it's a 19th century royal couple riding a dragon." Angel quickly tried to change the subject "Hey did I tell you that there was someone outside earlier?"