Deception of Demons [Book 1]

Chapter Four| Just unexpected...

“No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.” 

― Carroll Bryant

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(Start of Chapter Four)

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 This... abyss... is controlling me. Controlling my emotions, my actions. My mind is my prison. And I can't get out. Why? These monsters were the guards. And I can't get out of it and they couldn't even let me. They can't and they won't. They need me for something, and I don't know about what they want from me.

 " Where am I?..." I asked. I wasn't wondering anything. There are many monsters surrounding me. A twitcher, a wheelchair zombie, and another zombie, even that guy in a hoody. It seems that he can talk, by different forms. How? He has a normal face, and the mouth has no stitches.

 " Leave... us... alone. You've entered... the horror of... our minds. Be careful... what you wish for. Do not... let them get you... before they get you killed. Leave... while you still have a chance... And my name is...

... David Leatherhoff..." He said. Then, I passed out. Just for few minutes, I came back, but in a different room. A clean wall, empty bed, clean furnitures, and a silent town. " Now, where did I got up to?... Agh... My head..." My head was aching, that I need to remember what happened back there, that I need to find a way how to get out of here. " Man, his name is David Leatherhoff... The one who got a drug overdose?! No way! A victim of drug overdose! He was held at Markland Hospit--- No... That was the abandoned hospital. What I stepped from is an abandoned hospital... No way. Why?... No... my head... What's going on?... I couldn't think one thing at a time because I'm focusing on one subject: escape... I need to move. And I need to keep alert around as David Leatherhoff will show up to me. This is a new era of nightmare and this time I will escape. I need to kill those things who are chasing me. They won't get me this time... I hope."

 So I don't know where I am now. But it actually describes that this place I woke up is an alleyway. Wonder how I got here. I remember this hallway, and this is from Stockholm, Sweden, which I could remember a person who was diagnosed in cognitive therapy, and he has a mind full of deaths and suicides. Not me, but a different person. I don't know who he is or what is his name, but I can remember what he looks like. Me, and that person have the same personalities, even David Leatherhoff. I don't get it. How did I got this... "thing"? Maybe depression. It kept me alive from nightmares. David, and this person, are in my head. So these things are only in my head. But, I need to know how to get out. And I think I know how. I must wake up, but I can't do it, and I was like stepping on the real world and feeling real pain. This ain't dreaming, it is real.

 " I need to wake up before those things could get me and kill me and I won't be able to wake up in the bed but to be stay cold or it means that I'm real dead. I must find a way. I MUST! If I can't, I know that these things could scramble up my mind..." I said.

 I always think that this will be an "Unforseen Consequence". Look at this. I mean, what gives this a big show to all of humanity in the world. My mind, my body, my heart, taken away by these monsters. But, it doesn't mean that I need to back down from these events. I'm still alive. If I'm still alive, there is a chance for me to get out of this "Hell". My mind is jail? Well, sometimes, criminals can escape out of jail. Let us see from this part. I'm stickin' to the script right on my head, giving me a light bulb to continue my journey to my mind, that this will be my last, or not. That this is my destiny, to fight, to kill the monsters, and to escape, to live a great life in the real world "Heaven". What goes around, comes around. And if it is, everybody is alert. These monsters won't get me again. Why? I woke up in an alleyway. Good to be alive again. I'm alive, more alive than I ever have been in my whole entire life. That I can move fast, kill quickly to escape. I think it is the time to get out of the cover and be flawless to any necessary shots and swipes. Hot metal brings everything down, and I'm burning to my own fate, and what brings it? Strength to it's own, pride, a whole new level of visions, that I can investigate the whole thing of my nightmare. I... must... stop this infestation before... it reachs to my head and start killing people...

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(End of Chapter Four)