He felt like a wild animal with a serial killers impose to kill. Nothing felt clearer to him; he knew his path and was willing to fight down it, wherever it would lead him. Danny’s rough stake was leading the way and he followed. Followed his instincts and nothing else, using his empty mind as delusion for his fear of losing. He continued to follow the makeshift stake.

The stake was driving towards Elizbeth’s head, aiming straight into her moist eyes and just as the stake was about to enter; she grabbed it and the momentum of the stake and her strength caused splinters to tear her skin… yet she didn’t even bat an eye, just stared him in the eyes, which brought huge anxiety over him. Suddenly, Elizbeth stood tall while having a tug of war over the stake, which wasn’t easy for Danny as his hands began to sweat and made it increasingly harder to keep his grip.

Elizbeth snatches it of him, cruelly using her knee to break the stake in half and chucking it to the floor away from Danny.

He stood, shaking from the shock of her strength, sweating from his journey of hell, and with no plan in his mind; he wondered if his torment was going to be reincarnated. His eyes were on the floor, seeing her shadow standing still and it creeped him to his core, yet he decided to face her.

She had her usual satanic smile while her nostrils were breathing intensely and she abruptly spoke in a passive aggressive tone, “I can smell your blood dripping and, oh your majestic tears. I honestly am struggling to stop; the smell is exciting.” Danny shaking increased, hairs were standing straight like soldiers and his legs were wobbling with pure anxiety as she continued to speak insidious words with hideous intentions.

Danny significantly felt his fear rise, yet his eyes was still on the stake, and he wondered how he would retrieve it. But he knew it was a pipe dream. His focus, yet again, was interrupted by Elizbeth grabbing him with great speed, lifting him in the air by his front collar, leaving him hanging by his shirt. Before he could even think, she threw him against the wall and used his collar as a sling shot. He used his hands as shields, hoping his face would be safe and as he crashed his hands bent back and his arms followed taking most of the force. Danny vocals sounded like a fox while he held his boiling arm and broken finger. The arm had been numb for a while as well, he thought.

Elizbeth ran with all intent, getting on her knees and cornering him towards the wall. She licked his tears, while speaking after each lick, “I will suffocate you… I will make you succumb to this torture… you will be forced to enjoy it… or it will get worse… and when I am done with you… I will kill you, you little shit!” Danny could see the fear coming out of his eyes while he watched his mother fantasize about tormenting him. He just needed it to be over. Suddenly, he unintentionally spoke, “Where has my mother gone?” He feared her next action as he looked up to her eyes, expecting some nasty remark or her to beat him. However, she kneeled still like a statue. Instead, she picked him up and began dragging him towards the stairs.

“Your mother is still here, looking gorgeous and feeling free. And I’m certainly not trapped by you freeloading, demanding, depending on everyone but yourself! Do you hear me, little shit?” Her words were calm, yet her walk had a temper, which scraped Danny’s knees on the floor; he just didn’t have the strength to lift them. But he feared what failure would bring, so he decided to do anything he could to avoid such consequences.

He waited until they were both near the broken stake. Danny desperately tried to elbow her wound again, yet she grabbed his left arm, letting his right hand go. He knew he had one chance. He seen the broken stake and he quickly grabbed the stake that had the sharp end.

She clocked on to what he was doing and chucked him to floor, but he managed to grab it. He turned, standing from her poor attempt at throwing him and he successively drove the stake into her hip. Blood was bursting towards Danny’s face, covering him and it caused sick to burst out of his mouth, making a puddle of blood and sick.

Danny felt his mother’s pain and he couldn’t let her go, feeling a bundle of love, once again, enter his soul. Yet he still felt relief from not failing and he began to feel evil for experiencing such solace. He started to look at the stake, which was still nailed into his mum and wished it was his life instead. He watched her moan, groan and bleed. Hope creeped in and he began to think what if? My mum came back when that died. He ignored his delusions and moved in to comfort her. He needed it and knew his life would be rested afterwards.

He brought her closer to him, embracing her with his arms and prayed to the lord that everything had been a hideous dream. He thought, even if it was nightmare, the aftermath would still be traumatizing and the sweat after waking up would be enough to end it all. Yet he knew that was a pipe dream while he looked into her eyes. He smiled at her, thinking about the good mother he once had, yet he was interrupted by the evil that remained in her soulless eyes. Anxiety creeped in like a ghost. He just didn’t want to believe it.

Suddenly, she destroyed his illusions. She pushed him to ground and readied herself to jump on top of him. As she jumped, a small, circler object came towards her and smoke exploded out of it, vastly filling the hallway full of smoke. Elizbeth winced as smoke journeyed into her eyes, starting to panic and wave her arms around; hoping it would help in some way. She desperately punched the area she last seen Danny, yet her hand smashed against the floor, exposing her knuckle bones. She screamed in agony, while feeling a stinging sensation on her whole hand and she bit her lip trying to ignore her own torment. She stopped screaming and composed herself because an idea had entered her mind.

Elizbeth looked to the ceiling in concentration. She focused, trying to hear Danny’s footsteps, yet the only noise that could be heard was the hovering, heavy smoke. Instantly, she heard a bang that indicated he was going down the stairs and rushed to follow him. She moved past the smoke, but her effort ends with misery. She kneeled within her misery, finally seeing the rough stake punctured into her hip and she placed her hand onto the bleeding stake. She had no thoughts as she yanked the stake out of her body. The moist fluids and blood helped slid the stake out as blood sprayed across the white wall, forcing her to howl her soul out of her body. The stake rebounded of the bloody floor as she throws it with pure frustration. She could not believe the outcome that could potentially present failure; her howl was nothing but frustration as her doubts grew.

Her movements were slow as she trawled to the stairs. She cursed herself, “You weak, bitch. You cannot defeat a child. You righteous, bitch, you deserve nothing but endless death.” She ended on a desperate squeal that echoed throughout the house.

Danny was struggling to walk as he was stumbling through to the kitchen, landing onto a wall for support. He was resting on the wall, praying he would be able to move soon, yet he was doubting his efforts would be successful, even if luck was on his side. He ended his rest and tried to move to a cupboard in the kitchen. His movements were slow, yet he eventually reached it, thinking that he hadn’t heard Elizbeth move yet. He thought nothing more of it and continued to ride his luck. When he opened the cupboard, he had the biggest smile on his face, hoping the device that he lifts out of the cupboard can rescue him and as he puts it on top of the cabinet, a loud bang surged on the floor. Danny instantly reacted by going straight to the cupboard and grabbing more homemade objects and after setting them all on the counter; he grabbed a sharp, shiny knife.

Danny stopped what he was doing. He stared at his mother’s magnum opus, the bloody canvas where he was standing in the middle. He was trapped inside, ready to experience a thousand deaths with a thousand cuts that were deeper than the ocean. He felt his fate as his whole body felt like a wound that could not heal. He just hoped his soul was restorable and he could die in peace, knowing the mimic had perished.

Danny’s ears heard evil as his thoughts vanished. He was moving fast, picking up a mat that he had stuck loads of nails, glass and scissors, and they were all facing upwards. He runs back from the stairs and picks up the rest of his stuff, hiding the device and a jar full of smoking fluid behind his back. He was heading to the storage cupboard when he heard the same evil howl as footsteps creeped downstairs, yet the howl had more impact, disturbing his ears, which caused blood to drip out of them. The head-splitting howl was like a bomb and Danny was struggling to handle the vibrations; thus, he nearly dropped the jar full of fluid and when his grip stayed strong; a sigh of relief came out of him.

In an instant, he seen his mother’s evil shadow enter the room and the howling had ceased. He was happy to hear the howling had stopped, yet his anxiety went through the roof as he seen his struggling mother. She was barely walking straight. The blood was still bursting out, making Danny wonder how she was still alive; he knew she wanted him dead but how far would she go, thought Danny, and he knew, he would match her soulless acts, no matter how deep, deprived and evil they were.

The steps felt like hell as Elizbeth walked down the last one. She was happy to be downstairs as her energy began to recuperate. She was just leaving the stairs, slowly putting her foot down and a couple of sharp objects started to enter the bottom of her foot. A couple of long, rusty nails slid in first, and she felt them hit her nerves as her foot continued to press down. The scissor legs were next, and thickness of the scissor legs caused the pain to surge through the whole of her foot, sending painful shocks up and down her leg. As the foot fell flat, the large, rough and sharp pieces of glass was crushed between the bloody mat and the bottom of her molested foot. The glass crinkled as her other foot dodged the torture mat, yet she was nervous about lifting her ripped up foot. She could feel the pressure when she slightly lifted it which caused it to leak more blood. Her breathing was out of control as she tried to compose herself because every time she breathed in her foot would move and she could feel the scissor legs move inside her foot, and hit the multiple nails that were wedged next the scissor legs. She began to get use to the surging pain; however, she knew she needed to move if she wanted to grab her fate.

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Suddenly, a noise came from the kitchen, disturbing her thoughts and as she looked, Danny was next to the kitchen counter. He was grabbing a device that worried Elizbeth. Thus, she reacted without a single thought, lifting her nailed foot off the mat; the lodged in scissors departed out of her foot, a chunk of thick, black blood pounced out too. She put her damaged foot on the ground and winced once again, yet her focus remained on Danny, who was preparing to run in the direction of the storage cupboard. Her face was dropping on the floor, knowing her fate was doomed if she couldn’t stop him, so she ready herself.

She lifted her foot, breathed in like it was her last time and drove the bottom of her foot to the floor. The head of the nail slammed against the floor, which made the metal clank against the wooden floor, and it lodged the rusty nails further into her foot. Elizbeth was looking at Danny, making the pain bearable as the nails shot through the front of her foot. She ran smiling at Danny, yet that smile changed instantly as her eyes focused in front of her.

Danny seen the pain in her eyes as he readied his arm. He was pulling back his right arm while he ran towards the storage cupboard. He let his arm go like a canon, throwing the jar full of streaming liquid and the trajectory of the throw was heading straight towards her face. “I heard you like chemical cocktails” The jar smashed against her chin and released the steaming liquid. The strange, steaming liquid attached to her skin like glue and it spread like spilling a glass of gone off milk, dripping off her chin and landing on her chest. Her silky looking skin immediately started to burn and melt away like burning cheese. Her skin was becoming sludge that mixed with the steaming liquid, causing the bloody, steaming and sludgy skin to bubble up that eventually turned to white foam.

He could not believe the outcome, yet part of her jawbone started to show, which haunted his eyes. He thought, he had seen enough when he reached the door. The storage cupboard was a blessing as the door was shutting, slightly hiding her woeful screams. Yet her screams still couldn’t be ignored by him, even as he wished to forget his love for her. He let out a big sigh as he knew his efforts were idle. He hadn’t thought of himself as a murderer. But he knew he was one, yet he felt calm about it. He thought, his soul had finally turned to black.

He was grabbing his device as he began to think how everything had changed for the worse. He hated how his mother was taken off him. He hated how his life was turned upside down. But most of all, he hated how his childhood had been ripped from him. He felt he had lived a thousand lives that all ended with a thousand deaths. His loving memories had been forgotten, leaving nothing but torment within his dark mind. As he stuck his device to the boiler, he wished for his darkness to be gouged out; the Darkness that kept his mind in the abyss.

He almost forgot about his mother and hadn’t noticed that her screaming had stopped. He wondered if his story had come to an end. Yet he couldn’t help but remember how long his father burned for as hurtful images entered his mind. All he could see was his burning face, then he began to smell the burning hair and skin. Danny fell to his knees as the consequences of his actions started to feel real. Tears poured. And the pain went deep inside his stomach, twisting it inside himself. The feel of surrealness died. The images surged through his mind. He seen the death, the pain and despair that he had once experienced; his mind was bleeding with fear. The images would not stop, wouldn’t allow him to think and wouldn’t allow him to move; and the torment sent his mind into oblivion.

Suddenly, he felt immense amounts of pain. He began to put pressure on his arm and cheek. The arm’s skin felt too tight to bear. And the pain just kept surging through his body like his nerves were playing a game of pinball. Yet a moan outside of the storage cupboard interrupted his painful sensations. Then his fear told him what to do.

He lifted himself from the ground as his boiled arm began to feel significantly weaker, yet he continued to finish what they started. He ignored the vivid darkness that loomed over him, the overwhelming pain that would stop someone from sleeping for over a thousand years and his overbearing guilt that often felt like a noose around his neck.

He was standing. Manging to keep himself up by what felt like a strand of hair. The room felt cold, empty and powerful. Nothing felt clearer to him. He knew what he had to do. Yet a little voice in his mind that was just able to think straight, do I really want to kill my mother? The voice shocked him. Yet Danny knew his reasons. He knew his mother was already dead and he wanted to kill the one who is awfully mimicking her. And that is when his eyes led him to the boiler. He seen his device, which was readied to be activated.

Danny could smell his own fear as he walked towards the door, praying Elizbeth had no fight left inside her. He tried to wipe the sweat that matted his hair, and the sweat caused his hair to stick to his hand as he swept his matted hair back. His steps got him closer to the door, causing his fear to increase and eventually bringing him to the moment he dreaded. The door zoomed outwards. His throat gulped as he tried to grow the courage. He stood staring. He wanted this path, he thought, but the feeling that he got from seeing the clear door was too much for him.

So, he tried to listen, listen for anything that would comfort his soul. He couldn’t hear anything. Maybe she’s dead, a voice said. He disagreed with, thinking she was playing coy with him; Danny knew she was smart, cunning and the type of thing she would do. He didn’t know what to believe, but he knew what he wanted to believe.

Danny opened the door while he looked at the floor, thinking about how things had turned out. His thoughts instantly stopped as a shadow appeared on him. He looked up and fell back in fear. Elizbeth was at the door, dragging her foot behind her and continued to stumble towards him. The chemical liquid continued to drip and one of her eye lids had begun to melt where she had been wiping her face and it had caused her eye to expose itself.

She fell to floor as her steps became too much for her. The impact sounded like a canon had gone off as the body smashed the floor. Danny could smell the skin burning, which was beginning to look like wax that was dripping further down, causing other parts of her body to burn. He didn’t take joy in seeing her. She looked too much like his mother for it to be satisfying. Then he began to think whether he would enjoy his worst enemy in this state. Mushy skin mixed with bloody liquid and pus constantly squirting out. His eyes refocused to her exposed eye, which was on the urge of popping out and flying towards him. Even her eye was bleeding pus and watery liquid. He couldn’t stand looking at his mother’s slowly dying body, so he readied himself to leave the house.

She instantly grabbed his foot, “please don’t leave me? It’s me. It is your mum.” Her face was the definition of innocent. All Danny could see was his mum.

Suddenly, he lifted his foot, stepped back and shouted. “You are not her! You never will be.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I lost my mum! I… I… I have lost her… AND you will never be her!

Elizbeth put her hand out, “I could be her. You can save me. You can save your mother. Wouldn’t you want that.” She tried to reach her hand out further, yet she failed, and her arm dropped to the wooden floor. “Please, son. I need your help, Danny. We can be a family if you just help me. Don’t you see, you have won.”

Danny looked at her with all his emotion drained. He was left standing without a thought.

“Come on – we can be a family – a loving family that could live forever. Don’t you want that because I want that now; I want us to be a family. I have changed, boy.”

He noticed her last remark, and she couldn’t stop staring at him. He smelt the desperateness. Yet he wanted to believe it so bad that he began to consider it. He wanted a life where he could still be with his mum but then his father entered his mind, reminding him of his reality. He finally looked her in the eyes, calmly saying, “the chance to save her disappeared long ago.”

His tears poured as he was walking past her, brushing her hand away. All he could hear was a ringing sound in his ear and her woeful howls. And as he got closer to the front door, she began cursing him. “You will die out there. Do you hear me? You need me.” He ignored her words. “You have never been a son to me, even before I was trapped. I wished you had died during birth. And I could have had freedom much sooner.” He stopped walking. Didn’t do nothing but stand.

He looked back at her, showed his face and she would have seen the face that was a brick wall. He proceeded to stumble nearer to the door.

The screams went silent as he shut the door and walked aimlessly.

He tried to hurry his steps. The voice in his head was pushing him to his extreme, making the muscles in his legs ache and eventually turn his legs into wobbling jelly. He ignored the other voice in his mind which was calling him selfish, ungrateful and evil. The voice wanted his mother back, no matter how he got it, but Danny remained on his dark, yet real path.

The house exploded, the impact hit Danny in the back, forcing him to the concrete floor. As he dropped to the floor, everything went silent as he turned to face his house. Flames raised on his eyes. The house was unrecognisable, leaving him with no comfort, but just despair as his once-loving house rose in flames. The door had flown off, yet no noise came from inside and it gave Danny a silver lining and the peace he wanted.

He continued to lie in a pit of pain – looked at his burning home – and he could feel his memories burning in front of him. He knew his life had perished within the nightmare. He knew the nightmare was to be prolonged and would live with immortality.

He felt the power of the new world as he managed to sit up. The endless power that surged through the rotten earth. He felt the murder, smelt the rotten blood that spread through the streets and heard the innocent souls screaming out to the lord that was once felt in the sky. Danny shed another tear.

Danny got up – walked in a bloody mess – and he could not ignore his pain as he struggled to walk, yet his steps had taken him to the road, and it left him surprised. He was looking at the sky as he felt flames on his back, and it gave him some serenity as it warmed his bloody body. The sky was looking wickedly beautiful. One word he had was, “pandora.” The sky was glistening red, making him think blood had covered the whole sky and only leaving the black sun that looked upon him. He continued to shed tears as his eyes focused on his neighbours abandon and broken houses. He wondered what happened to them, wondered whether they died with nothing but the feeling of torment. He could not help but feel sorry for them which gave him hope that his soul still had light left inside. Yet his eyes kept wondering to his knife.

He was stumbling past a burning car that smelt like people had been in there. The smell stopped him in his tracks. His surroundings offered him despair. He knew his place in this world that had been reborn. He looked up at the dark path ahead to see nothing but dark shadows.