My nightmares had not prepared me for the horror that faced me. The stories that had been told to me were an understatement. I smell in his chambers alone was awful and could kill a horse. I saw a dark figure standing right in front of me holding the severed head of a boy I had fought with at the camp when we were getting ready for today. F.E.A.R. smiled at the pain that head brought me. Even in death the face had pain and fear written all over it. He threw the head toward me and it rolled to my feet. I swear the mouth moved and it said ‘help me.’ I looked back up to F.E.A.R. to see that he had dark red blood running out of his mouth.

“You have come here to defeat me?! Well I’d like to see you try!” He held out his arms laughing at me.

I let out a scream and ran toward him shoving the torch I had picked up a while ago into him. He laughed hysterically, more blood spilling out of his mouth.

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” He spit. I took out my knife and began stabbing repeatedly into his throat.

His laughing ceased but a sly smile remained and I took one last swing at his chest. He took one last laugh and then vanished into thin air leaving the torch and knife behind. I fell to my knees sobbing. Andy came up behind me and helped me to my feet. I was covered in his foul smelling blood. I tried to wipe it off but that only made it worse. I walked into the dark hallway to find bewildered people. The demons had disappeared. Everyone began laughing when they saw Andy and me walk toward them. Was it over? It had to be. We were free…we were free. I looked at Andy’s arm to see a shard of glass in it.

“Oh my god!” His arm was oozing blood.

“Oh, it’s fine.” He smiled.

“Andy…”

“It’s fine, we’re free, that’s all that matters right now.” He kissed my blood and dirt caked forehead.

Notes

Really short chapter sorry