a few notes before reading 1. The story may switch between first-3rd person or other writing sytles cause basically this is like a draft) (Warning May Contain Violence??? If too bad remove..) ----------------------------------- Prologue: Repetition Maybe blue skies and illuminating landscapes are not a symbol for the good things to come, calmness, beauty or even zen but are somehow masks for the bad things that lay ahead. She lay on the softness that is her bed. The comforters; hanging off the corners, as if they're kneeling in a quiet mourn. Beside her is a man and slowly he moves his head toward hers and kisses her forehead lightly as his hand caresses an arm, a leg, a wonderland. The wristwatch that lay forgotten on the bedside table reads 7:58 am. Sunlight softly shines in through the window on the south side of her bed. Shadows are splayed everywhere, behind the dresser, on the floor, beside the nightstand. The smell of morning dew fills both their senses. Their day has just begun. A few minutes pass and she rises up resentfully from the comfort of the mattress to make her way toward her small bathroom. The room is dim but not entirely dark, flowers with rainbow petals decorate the tiled walls. Debra takes a moment to admire the view of the place that she had spent so many hard hours and tiring days of work that went into designing her bathroom. After another small glimpse she heads for the shower. Debra places her hand on the shower rail and forces the curtain to the left while a sleepy yawn escapes her. She blinks. Screams. Her eyes catche a quick movement and then focus on a tall figure. Standing in the shower is a man wearing a black fedora and a pair of white jeans. And the strangest thing is what he appears to wear the most. A grin on his face that is so out of place. Horrifyingly clear. A mirror that reflects the reality that cloaks fiction. The sight of it is unnatural. Quickly she turns around and begins to run for safety, or maybe just to prolong what is inevitable, still before she can even get to the door the intruders hand reaches her from behind. It's on her neck and it's as cold as a corpse. Debra can see his face in the mirror that hangs on the door in front of her and she tries to close her eyes to try to hide herself from discomfort but eyes are momentarily scared open. The mind tells her body yet her body ignores, or just disobeys. Either way it amounts to the same and she can see every details with an extreme clarity. See can see the man that is smiling and the bathroom door then abruptly swinging open. The door strikes her in the face and blood instantly starts to pour from her nose. Her boyfriend, Jack, opens his mouth to ask what's wrong but before he can he is rendered speechless. He has just saw the intruder. The man that had so frightened Debra. The man that his girlfriend, love of his life had just discovered is bleeding from the eyes and from the ears, his lips are peeling off like apple skin. Jacks mind is doing cartwheels and he feels as if he is in some terrifying house of mirrors. Everything is distorted in his mind, nothing is making sense. The man looks like he his dying. Jacks first impulse is to help but he then decides against it and tries to close his eyes. Seconds pass;each an eternity and he then manages, eyes seal shut. A vacuum of surrender to the comfort of darkness. He takes a deep breath and tries to wake up. He thinks that this surely must be a dream. Time passes by. Maybe hours, days even. Though after a while Jack opens his eyes and then it's all gone. No, not the man that had somehow found his way into the house or the blood that now seems to be as much part of the tiles as the rainbow petals, not even the fear is gone. Instead it's the hope that's disappeared. The hope that this isn't, that this can't be happening. That this isn't real. The man that Jack has no way to identify but to think of the word “Killer”. Jack looks to Killer and sees that he is holding a knife out in front of his girlfriends neck and it's getting closer as the seconds pass. Jack tries to move forward and knock the knife from the mans hand but he can no more move as he can fly. Or turn back time. Paralyzed he watches the stranger cut. Blood sprays everywhere and it seems endless. In a way it is because he knows that the sight of it will haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. This day is now eternal to him. The scene will repeat over and over again behind closed eyes. There won't be a monochrome tilt or any memory lapses. He knows this and wishes against it but cannot deny it as tears fall from his eyes and he starts to scream and scream and.. He's alone. The blood on the floor has dried. It trails north towards the shower, he follows it and then looks in. Laying on the floor of the shower is the knife that the intruder had used to cut his girlfriends throat. Jack remembers it very clearly. How the blade had sunk into Debra's skin, the slow rheumatic strokes, how the blood spurted out at first like a garden house and then slowly as it trickled down her neck like a small water fall dyed red. But what he remembers the most is her eyes and how they had faded, the color in them that was lost and destroyed. Erased. A dark oak now a gloomy dull shade of brown. It happened so fast, and he watched her dye so slow. Mercy denied. His eyes are watery and his breath is heavy. Jack slowly walks in the bedroom in a daze and picks up the phone and does the only thing that he can think of to do. He calls 911 with his head lowered, ashamed. He wonders how he could have let this happen, why he let this happen. He wonders; defeated. ---- Part 2: Not Fully Written.. SO YEAH