• When I look into the mirror I see dark tendrils coming toward me.
    Their stark blackness astounds me.
    The blackness creeps slowly toword me and as it reaches me the tendrils wind around my legs, wrap around my arms, and as i slip from this pane of my conciousness I become aware of being placed in a bag and my escape attempts are futile but I struggle all the same and the struggle agains't the blackness climaxes and I lose the battle agains't my mind and I fall...

    I awake in a dark forest I can feel unseen eyes watching me the eyes of predetors stalking their prey but also the eyes of other creatures wanting to help me but knowing that to do so would be suicide and they would not do that for me the feeling is mutual I would not die for them anymore then they for me but they all will die anyway we all will won't we

    And I am in a kind of stupor as I fight the demented predetor who is my prey now I will not die here in this hell