The figure cloaked in darkness started walking towards Micheal. Micheal fell to the floor from his bed in his haste to get away from the figure. His heartbeat like a piston. “Stay back!” He crawled to the side of the room trying to getaway. His breathing hard from the cold and the exertion. His lungs felt as if they were filling with tar.

“How much do you desire it?” a voice asked from what seemed like nowhere.

“How much do I desire what?” Micheal asked still sliding himself on the clean slick white floor of his room. The shadows grew closer ahead of the cloaked figure. His back pinched and he squinted in pain as it jabbed itself into the wall. He stopped, he had nowhere else to go, he could try to get to the door but he knew that was useless, it had been a huge effort just to move as far as he had moved to begin with. Moving himself to the door and getting it open was too much for him.

As if bidden by some unseen force the moonlight in the room shone far brighter and the hooded figure seemed to glow with an unearthly light. And they pulled down their hood to reveal a girl with platinum hair and skin so white that one would think it had never seen the touch of day, so white that it was almost ghostly. This had been the person that he had been so afraid of?

Micheal calmed for a moment until his eyes locked onto hers; cold, ancient eyes, they seemed to suck his very soul and screaming started to sing in the background. He looked away and the screaming stopped. The girl smiled, an almost cruel smile.

“Your dream. Your wish to have a normal life, Micheal.” She replied, cold calculating eyes watching him like a hawk would watch its prey.

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“How do you know my name?” The closer she got to him the more he felt something wasn’t right. As if she wasn’t a normal person.

“It doesn’t matter.” She replied.

“It does matter, are you some kind of stalker?!”

She now was standing right above him, though she didn’t seem too large, Micheal felt that the girl towered him. He cursed his ineptitude. She grabbed him by the arm, her hand so unnaturally cold that it made the room feel warm in comparison. She lifted him with a strength that seemed impossible for a girl that he could now see must barely be above five feet tall.

She forced him to stare into her eyes. “Human I’m growing to irritate with this game.” The sound of screaming filled his head again and the shadows seem to want to envelop him and he almost felt as if the girl could suck his soul out with nothing more than a staring contest.

She easily pushed him into one of the many seats that lined the wall of his room. This girl was crazy, that was the only explanation. “I ask again what would you be willing to give to have the opportunity to live the life of a normal person? To not be wasting away?”

“Anything!” He yelled back not knowing what else to do. Of course, he would give anything to live a normal life but that was impossible this was a sick joke, he knew it was. Were the girl not still holding onto Micheal he would have already had fallen out of the chair he was seated in. She had full control over him and it made him sick to realize once again how useless he was.

A wicked smile came upon her face. “Oh?”

“Shall I take away your family then?” She asked in a serious tone.”

“What?” He knew it, this girl is a psycho. God damn, she is completely serious, where is Reginald? Where is the night nurse?

“No, leave my family alone he sputtered.” She smiled, or at least it kind of looked like a smile and she let go of him. He clambered to the floor like a pile of wet rags. He had to do something, anything. He had to do something, this psycho must want him for his family's money. He looked around searching for anything, he knew it was useless to try to stop her in his condition but if he hurt her enough she might scream and alert somebody to the fact that something was going on here.

His eyes spotted the knife that he had dropped, only spotting it by chance in the darkness of the room. Without thinking he lunged for it though in his condition it was more of a squirm than anything, his hand felt the knife and he brought it down into the flesh of the intruder.