• The chain silently swung as the moonlight danced off of it. Clouds spawned from heavy breathing floated away from his mouth. With his head hung low, he gripped the red stained dagger in his hand. The cold beating against his skin as all stood still. It was maddening, not knowing whether that disgusting filth was still following him. He just wanted to rest but the trash seemed to think otherwise.

    "Riker!!!" screamed a voice behind him. It just seemed to pass him and become one with the night.

    Rustling noises behind Riker threatened to make him move but he couldn't. The things passing in and out of his thoughts were too heavy. It felt as a thousand bricks had fallen on top of him. Alas, effort was still required. A figure, presumably the filth that tried to kill him an hour ago, silently ran past him. It stopped several feet in front of Riker. What a satisfying kill this will be, Riker thought as he threw the dagger at the figure's back. A wonderfully sick stabbing noise lit up the night and the figure grunted and knelt onto one knee.

    Riker was about to lunge at it but then a blissful light engulfed him. The world dissolved into nothingness. Sounds were gone and Riker could not feel his body. He questioned if it even existed anymore. But then his vision slowly came back, a bright blue quilt unfolded onto the skies. The white clouds dotted along the vast blue area looked like they could be pluck. Smells of salt then entered his noise, edging him closer to consciousness.

    Riker looked up and noticed he was no longer in the forest where he had enjoyed so much killing. Panic tired to overcome him but he would allow such a thing to happen. This was wrong, he shouldn't be here now! Chilled ocean water grazed his toes as it splashed upon the beach and slowly retracted. The warmth of sun is something that Riker had not been used too . . . everything was so surreal. He stood and looked out at the ocean. Tears rolled lazily down his cheeks as he realized he did not deserve to be in such a beautiful place. He was something too dark to exist in the place. He didn't not understand these feelings and refused to believe they were real. Letting out a hoarse cry, his knees feel to the ground and melted through the ground.

    Silence once more. It was too much. He could not handle the uncontrollable, for it was him who was supposed to be uncontrollable! As Riker faded out of what had been reality for a few short moment, he let out a terrified scream as sloped walls made of dirt and steel appeared beside him. Explosion and screams filled the death ridden air. Nothing but corpses and smoke could be smelled. Riker didn't know where he was and he didn't care, he just wanted out of this damnation! His arms carried him up the sloped walls and his legs started to run, but before they could a burning pain shot into his skull and his body fell. Dead at last, Riker cheered in his mind as everything faded. A eternity of nothing all for him. There was no better thing that could be asked for. Everything was black and nothing existed for what seemed like a long period of time. It's hard to describe nothingness. But it's easy to imagine and plead for.


    RIker's eyes opened and then he felt true fear.