I Can’t Wait To Give Them These Feelings Of Hating, Part 4

By DiRtY

I’ve realized prior to posting this that it was never finished. It was for the best

A week has pasted and Jonathan has still not come home or made any contact with his other band mates…

…”NOOOOO!!! STOPPP!!” screamed Jonathan, running through the desoite and eerily quite boneyard. The faster and faster he ran, the closer and closer he came. Then Jon came to a complete stop, bracing himself against a gravel tomb. He came, what seemed, out of nowhere. He leapt a yard away from him, laughing menacingly at the fear that consumed Jon.

“Told you that I’d find you no matter where you went. Running just makes it more fun for me to kill you again,” said Sucio.

“I just want to live a normal life! I want things to be like they were before! Leave me alone!” screamed Jon with all the depths of hate, fear, and anger that gathered for the years. His hands were balled into fists, he was ready for battle.

Sucio froze with shock. He couldn’t believe that Jonathan stood up to him, for it was the first time. Sucio, feeling ashamed, began to turn and walk away. Jonathan felt an overwhelming feeling of greatness of what he’d done. After all those years, he felt human again.

But Sucio, a great master in evil didn’t take these words to the heart. A heart that ceased beating many, many years ago. Jonathan was about to go on his way, to finally stop running. Sucio turned and charged at Jon, tackling him to the ground. Jonathan tried to defend himself, but he was to weak and was startled by the hidden attack. Sucio punched Jonathan in the face-1…2…3…4…5…he wanted to make sure he’d be out. When he saw the chance, he sank his razor sharp fangs in his white supple neck…

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” woke Jon, screaming. He sat up, sweat was pouring down his face, his clothes were also soaked. He swung his head around rapidly, surveying his habitat. Everything was black, pitch black. He couldn’t even see the foot of the bed he was sleeping in. “Where the hell am I?” Jon said in his head. He looked around the room with more precise, but he still sees nothing. When he tried to straiten himself up in the bed, he felt a sudden jolt of pain. He cringed in pain. His arms had been badly hurt. There were bruises all over them. The sight shocked Jonathan, until he felt another pain. This time it was on his neck. It was now that he realized that there was a bandage over a large portion of his neck. His eyes widened with the realization of where he was and what happened to him.

“Oh my God, this can’t be happening” Jon said to him self, panicking wildly.

“This is just another dream. I’m gonna wake up any second now. Yeah yeah that’s it. I’m gonna wake up in my home, sleeping next to Renee.” Jon said to himself self-assuring.

“Is that what you think is going to happen? Illusions of grandeur.” Said a voice not too distant from Jon’s earshot. He jumped at the second voice, and looked around…nothing was there…

THE END!