Madness: Shadows Tales

underworld part3 ( top side)

Feeling deja vu again but on the black and white side of things. Ian was running through the wooded area again but this time it felt like a maze with no end. Holding lil Stroker in his arms. all he wanted to do was go home. See his father and wake up from this nightmare but he knew he couldnt. It wasnt a dream or anything close to it. as he was running he almost tripping over a bush. There was a knocked over tree that was rotted and old. He stopped a second to catch his breath. He looked up.
   The sky was shifting, a big rumble on the horizon. The clouds looked heavy spewing tiny black drops of dew. That landed against Ian's thin cheeks it was starting to pour.
  Then a plain ghostlike light flashed before him not once not even twice but hundred of lights all around him some black and others white but all had a hint of grey and this scared Ian. All dropping from the sky as to say get the hell out and that was fine with him.
Stroker jumped out of Ian's arms and ran forward as to say,  im ready! Lets go hoss. Looking rejuvinated. Which made Ian happy to see him prancing around like this instead of on the floor cowering while those bastard tried feeding off him. So they did. They ventured out like lost chrildren on a milk carton that just wanted to be found.
   He chased after his pup. Trying to keep up. It was a hard task ian was tired. All his energy had left him after he killed his mother. That bright light took everything out of him but he sped up. Watching stroker dissapear into a light that was spiraling between a black and white existence that didnt glow. It looked like a plain light no brighness just a dull flickering beacon and he went into it.
    He came out expecting to be dead. He thought, im home this air is clean. it smells fresh and everything looks as it should normal with blue skies.
    He started to dance. Doing a jig. Stroker joined him. He had his snout pointed up and was doing circles around ian barking and jumping. Both of them happy but that was short lived. Ian and his companion headed back to aberdeen. Ian wanted to feed stroker and himself, take a nap and just relax as they were relieved to be home.
They had made it to the entrace of the woods. where they had seen a black sludge trail on the ground. It smelled deathly putrid. It looked thick and slimy. It made both of them cringe there noses and mouths right to the ground. It only went about 10 feet as it got smaller and disolved into nothing.
     They got home. The door was already open. Ian felt nervous thinking somethings wrong. He was to tired to care but started to check the place anyway. He crouched down and tip toed around trying to be stealthy but stroker wasn't that kind of dog. He was clumsy. Always excited too. Can you blame him. Hes still a pup at a year and a half.
    Stroker ran in fast scurrying. Ian followed. The place was empty every room. Ian thought whoofta what a relieve.
     He fed both of them. Gave stroker his bowl of goodness. Stroker devoured it fast in big gulps and then layed there looking like he was ready for a long coma.  Ian poured himself a bowl of lucky charms and passed out on the couch after eating half the bowl.
   He had vivid dreams. rather they seemed like nightmares. One where his dad died in a gruesome way. throat slit stabbed every which way and he did it but it wasnt him. It couldnt be. Then his dog was hanging from a fan on the ceiling in a long drawn nuece that swung back and forth like a pendulum.
     Then there was the final ones they where a doosy. They had a handful of flashes to them looking like dirty old worn out black and white photographs but many of them being shown to him at once. The world was burning not on fire but of a plague of madness. One where adults had crazed looks in there eyes seeming like they where in a deep sleep. they where murdering eachothers in every way possible from knifes to guns and even clawing eachother apart by hand laughing as they did it, crazed long bellowing laughs that seened justified. To them!  Others would scratch their own eyes out in what seemed like a suicidal attempt to not see what was befalling them. screaming insanity out there mouths saying the end has come. People where jumping off roofs spattering like watermellons hit with a sledge hammer. There where thousands of them doing it. All chanting before they came to there deaths from above, "depend on the poor but look to the rich when you need a fix."
   He seen children they had blood eyes. A deep maroon moon tint that twinkled in and out like a big sparkler. They looked scary. they had deep red and black veins running up to there eyes just like his evil mother had but with a tint of grey in there skin. They to where talking. It seemed as tho they where talking directly to him saying in unison with a crisp and solid voice,  the reckoning has come. today the sin will win!