King of (standard:Psychological fiction, 1157 words)
Author: Zeth	Added: Oct 17 2007	Views/Reads: 4584/2395	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I never got to put the last word in the title. tHIS IS the story of a kid named Seth Rossmen, droven insane by the voices that haunt his dreams ever since his mother past away. I shrunk it down to see how people would react to it. so it is a little shallo

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was an endless black hole. He tried laying on his stomach, but it still 
burned him, and strangely, he could feel the burning. Then, he 
remembered that that he couldn't die in a dream. So, he curled up and 
fell threw the growing gap. He looked up and saw the whole place lit in 
an orange glow. Then it vanished. Just gone. He looked for it, but saw 
nothing. Then he looked at what he would fall on. He was now ABOVE the 
fire, 20 feet tops. He landed legs first. 

“AHH”, he screamed the fire was nipping at his clothes, his legs were
broken the heat got more intense. All the sudden he felt his hair 
catch. It burned to his skull. His skin began to melt. He lifted up his 
flesh-less hand. The fire abruptly stopped. 

“Well, as I can see, you are in a bit of a bind. I will re-heal you.
Only if you kill someone for me. 

“Who?” 

“Anyone....” 

He woke up at the bottom of his carpeted stairs. He looked at his hands.
They were a maroon-ish color. He touched it, it felt normal. Like 
regular skin, only a different color. 

He had to listen to the voices. They controlled him. He knew that they
would get worse. He had made his decision. He would just not kill 
anyone. 

Just as this thought ran through his mind, a man pulled on Seth's shirt.
Seth whirled around to se the dark figure, owner of the voice. The 
man's face was old and tired. It was wrinkled by the time. His hair 
bleached by the sun. Also he was dressed in all black. He even wore 
gloves. He opened his mouth, then his flesh began to harden, with Seth 
still incased in his cold grasp. The man had turned to stone. Out of 
the opening in the mouth a very faint scream emerged, it got louder, 
louder, LOUDER! It was hurting his ears, the scream was echoed and 
hysterical laughter was emerging from the behind. Seth's vision got 
blurry and soon everything went black.... 

When he had opened his eyes again he couldn't move. He could look
around, but couldn't move. Then, his hand had left his side and 
switched on a light, as the light lit the room he saw a boy on the 
table gagged and tied down. Seth's hand picked up a knife, he jabbed it 
in the boy's cheek, he screamed. That just fueled Seth's hand's rage. 
It stabbed a quarter of an inch deep in several places. Then cut the 
boys gag, and slashed the poor boy's throat. He tried to scream, but it 
got bubbled up in his throat. 

Seth now lay at the bottom of the stairs, screaming. The event disturbed
him, he looked back, saw the kid looking at him, fear in his eyes.  
Then, it stopped; the screaming stopped, it didn't bother him anymore. 
In fact it thrilled him. He got up and left his house. 5:11 in the 
morning. He knew now what would make the voices stop talking. He had to 
find a way.... 

~~TO BE FINISHED~~ 


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