Six

CHAPTER 6 - JANE

The voice sends my heart into a frenzy, and I feel my knees go weak. A weak gasp escapes me as tears clog my vision. This can't be.

"Ri – Richard?" I stutter, going pale from staring at my nemesis. No. This has to be one of my nightmares. It has to be, 'cause my reality can't be this terrifying.

Someone, please wake me up!

"Yeah, it's me, little mate," He walks in further, stopping a little distance away from the threshold.

I take in his appearance and my limbs go trembling. His hair is a sandy blonde and it is sleek and falls to his shoulder. His dark clothes and boots sync with the dark, horrific aura surrounding him.

His eyes are dead, and it has me getting paralyzed by the torrent of fear that grips me. His once-white dentition is now dark, and crooked. His upper teeth are covered in grills that heighten his monstrous look.

He has a two-edged sword hanging on his back and two daggers in his hands. The complete assassin outfit. A human depiction of cruelty.

I get