Post by Aboxorox on Sept 2, 2004 23:11:54 GMT
I awoke one night trembling in my bed. I knew I was too old to have nightmares, for heavens sake I was thirty years old. The fear imbedded itself in me like I was five years old and had been sending the rag quilt up above my nose so I could still examine the room.
My eyes scanned the room looking for something out of place and for the first time in my life I realized how dark it was in there. It was filled with dark mysterious little nooks and crannies. My eyes fluttered like a bird’s wing from place to place though I could see nothing.
I could barely see five feet to the side of me where my old pine dresser with the carvings I drew when I was a mere six years old was. Finally my eyes rested on the black spot that was the shadow behind my open bedroom door. I squinted real hard for several minutes at that dark spot though I could see nothing, not even the back of my wall.
I recalled my dream. I saw and felt the dagger point at my throat and a man above me. It felt so real I pulled my right hand up to my throat and felt for any marks.
I dismissed it as a nightmare just for the mere sake I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and the image kept assaulting me. I kept my ears scanning for any minute sound, but not even a cricket’s chirp could be heard. I pushed away my fear though and finally was able to go to sleep.
It was a light sleep though and enough for me to feel the pinprick of a dagger to my throat. Before I had the chance to open my eyes a soft, yet cold voice said something. I could not pick up what it said but I did hear the words “Kæx Dæmon sent me” and with that I opened my eyes. I did not take a breath, could not take a breath, and everything was in slow motion.
First I saw the dagger tip with the droplet of blood at my throat. This is what was in my dream. I examined the dagger. The blade was a metallic black, probably a dark steel blade and the hilt was a curved like that of an upper lip and had jagged spikes going down as if they were sharp teeth waiting to taste my blood.
Then my eyes slowly traveled up his arms seeing the pale slender form of his hand, it actually did not quite look like a mans, and up noting the black cloak hanging over his arm and the shadow steel chain links on his arm, almost invisible in the night. The clothing that covered his body was a dark black and a few stitches of something that seemed like a black rose on his sleeve. His arm was slender yet muscled well. Then I continued up through the neck and to the face.
The face was covered by a handkerchief so all I could see was a hooded head with jet black, greasy hair, and deep crystal blue eyes staring from the blackness under the hood. The eyes seemed so cold, they were like ice and as I stared at them everything seemed to get much colder. I noticed how slim the whole face was and I realized what he was, he was a she!
With that time came back to motion and I gasped from the shock of being murdered, the shock of fear, and the shock that it was a female assassin. I gasped and so quickly after I gasped did she cut my gasp short as I felt a sharp pain in my throat. I quickly looked down and time came to a stop again. Inch by inch the dagger’s blade went into my throat cutting my Adams apple in half.
I stared in horror and my mouth gaped open. I did not feel pain, yet. When I saw the blade go fully through into my spinal cord and the teeth sank down I looked up to my killer. Her cold eyes not leaving mine and I could imagine the evil toothy grin behind her handkerchief.
Without knowing it I looked up to her and my eyes seemed to plead for forgiveness. But this woman had no heart and she cared not for my death. I died because I owed money to the thieves guild. Her toothy grin I imagined grew tenfold as I started to feel the pain and knew that I was dead. No blood came out for a second but neither did air go in. I started to involuntarily gasp for air but it was no use, I knew I was a deadman.
I started to lose me eyesight as everything went dark. First the edges of my sight and then directly in front of me faded to blackness. I kept looking at her eyes the whole time I was dieing. Her cold eyes made me feel colder and colder. At that time my last thought came to me. It is times like these I wish I believed in a god.
My eyes scanned the room looking for something out of place and for the first time in my life I realized how dark it was in there. It was filled with dark mysterious little nooks and crannies. My eyes fluttered like a bird’s wing from place to place though I could see nothing.
I could barely see five feet to the side of me where my old pine dresser with the carvings I drew when I was a mere six years old was. Finally my eyes rested on the black spot that was the shadow behind my open bedroom door. I squinted real hard for several minutes at that dark spot though I could see nothing, not even the back of my wall.
I recalled my dream. I saw and felt the dagger point at my throat and a man above me. It felt so real I pulled my right hand up to my throat and felt for any marks.
I dismissed it as a nightmare just for the mere sake I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and the image kept assaulting me. I kept my ears scanning for any minute sound, but not even a cricket’s chirp could be heard. I pushed away my fear though and finally was able to go to sleep.
It was a light sleep though and enough for me to feel the pinprick of a dagger to my throat. Before I had the chance to open my eyes a soft, yet cold voice said something. I could not pick up what it said but I did hear the words “Kæx Dæmon sent me” and with that I opened my eyes. I did not take a breath, could not take a breath, and everything was in slow motion.
First I saw the dagger tip with the droplet of blood at my throat. This is what was in my dream. I examined the dagger. The blade was a metallic black, probably a dark steel blade and the hilt was a curved like that of an upper lip and had jagged spikes going down as if they were sharp teeth waiting to taste my blood.
Then my eyes slowly traveled up his arms seeing the pale slender form of his hand, it actually did not quite look like a mans, and up noting the black cloak hanging over his arm and the shadow steel chain links on his arm, almost invisible in the night. The clothing that covered his body was a dark black and a few stitches of something that seemed like a black rose on his sleeve. His arm was slender yet muscled well. Then I continued up through the neck and to the face.
The face was covered by a handkerchief so all I could see was a hooded head with jet black, greasy hair, and deep crystal blue eyes staring from the blackness under the hood. The eyes seemed so cold, they were like ice and as I stared at them everything seemed to get much colder. I noticed how slim the whole face was and I realized what he was, he was a she!
With that time came back to motion and I gasped from the shock of being murdered, the shock of fear, and the shock that it was a female assassin. I gasped and so quickly after I gasped did she cut my gasp short as I felt a sharp pain in my throat. I quickly looked down and time came to a stop again. Inch by inch the dagger’s blade went into my throat cutting my Adams apple in half.
I stared in horror and my mouth gaped open. I did not feel pain, yet. When I saw the blade go fully through into my spinal cord and the teeth sank down I looked up to my killer. Her cold eyes not leaving mine and I could imagine the evil toothy grin behind her handkerchief.
Without knowing it I looked up to her and my eyes seemed to plead for forgiveness. But this woman had no heart and she cared not for my death. I died because I owed money to the thieves guild. Her toothy grin I imagined grew tenfold as I started to feel the pain and knew that I was dead. No blood came out for a second but neither did air go in. I started to involuntarily gasp for air but it was no use, I knew I was a deadman.
I started to lose me eyesight as everything went dark. First the edges of my sight and then directly in front of me faded to blackness. I kept looking at her eyes the whole time I was dieing. Her cold eyes made me feel colder and colder. At that time my last thought came to me. It is times like these I wish I believed in a god.
