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A wrinkled old man, who's skin was as pale as the moon itself and who's razor sharp nose resembled the beak of a bird, rocked back and forth in his creaky, weathered wooden chair. This old man was holding a large black book. This book the fellow held had its yellow pages warped completely by the forces of nature, and its cover was visibly scorched. For the tale this book contained was one not meant to be read by the eyes of man. Indeed, there is a story on how this particular old man came into possession of this tattered text; but that is an entirely other story for an entirely different day. Yes. The old man smiled as he carefully flipped open the cover. A small, bemused laugh escaped his body, and he read the words of the tale aloud...

Deliver Us
The First Day
April 1st, 2012

"All aboaaaardddddd!"

An eerily excited cut through the darkness that was his current consciousness. Cool surface, so cold, mumbling all around, Where the hell am I?, the sound of shifting steel, This is a dream right?, sleeping, not a dream, Yeah...I just have to wake up!. They all floated in his mind, but this voice. This voice overpowered all other thoughts that crossed him. It was so powerful it shook him from what he thought was an eternal rest. Golden eyes opened wide and surveyed the area. Was this...a subway car? He noted the scrolling LED that listed stops: The Empty Altar, The Burning Man, and The Back Seat were among the listed stops.

"That's some spooky shit man..." It was then that the man realized he was sprawled across the cool tile of the subway car. "Tch." He scoffed and wearily heaved his lanky body off of the ground. The dread-locked man was, to his surprise, wearing the clothes he had on during the day: a gray shirt, a white tie, and gray pants. Hell, even his loafers were on. "Vivid as hell too. Alright. Time to wake up!" There was a grin on his face, and a stomp of his feet. He shut his eyes tight...opened them...and..."What the hell?" Mister Golden Eyes was, much to his dismay, still taking in the fine scenery of the deserted subway car.

"Firo must have screwed up the coffee again or something..."

"No, that's not quite it, Demi." There it was again! That voice! It was distorted as it sounded through the PA system, but there was no doubt in his mind: he knew this man that was speaking to him. The voice must have noticed his guest's distraught face because he was now giggling like a school girl approached by her crush. "Haha, you're confused Demetri...that's not like you!" The man, Demetri scoffed.

"Not like me huh? Heh, oh really?" The lone passenger smirked a smirk chock full of confidence, "Since you know me so well why not show me who you are yeah? I'm dying to see ya!" Smooth Demi. Arguing with a dream-voice. Very smooth. He wanted to shrug, but he had to keep that tough guy scowl on his face--the situation simply demanded so! The smug bastard on the PA giggled once again.

"Show myself huh? Ahh...alright. Fine. You asked for it..." The voice disappeared, leaving nothing but the low hum of static in its wake. Seconds later there was a tempest of darkness gathering before him. The shapeless mass began to take form. Feet first, then legs. A torso and arms soon followed. The process of creation was slow, and the way Demetri's heart was beating as the figure began to look more and more familiar made it seem even slower. His eyes widened in terror. Sweat dripped down his brow and past his cheek.

"No way..." Demetri's voice trembled. The figure now stood before him with his shape now complete. The source of his horror though was not the specter being there though. No, it was the specter's appearance that made his entire being shiver. "It's really time to wake up! Anyyy moment nowww...!" Demetri backed back in fear. For the figure standing before him was him. A mirror image of himself made of dense darkness. Every bit of his features were Demetri's own, replicated by the thick blackness. The worst part was those eyes! Circular and beady, they were a piercing yellow, completely different from his warm golden irises.

"What's wrong Demi? It's only me! Yourself!"

"Screw that. I don't know what the hell you are!"

"Come on! You know this! I am you! The sorry bastard who's own son doesn't even love him! I drown myself in weed and liquor, and fuck anything that gives me the time of day!" Demetri's shaking ceased, and instead he was now completely numb. ...This, this thing is...me? He thought with terrified bewilderment. The creature was grinning. As the being's mouth opened up, wispy shadows poured out of the opening, there were no teeth. "Am I hitting the nail on the head? Am I ringing a bell? Striking a nerve? Haha, need I go on? Come on Demi! Don't you know what I am? JUST SAY IT!" The creature stomped down in frustration. The entire car rocked, and for a moment, Demetri thought the thing was about to fall off of the tracks.

"I gotta..." Demetri's eyes darted from corner to corner. He was frantically trying to find a way away from this gruesome thing.

"What? Wake up? Or just run away?" It shrugged, "Either way, it's not gonna happen buddy. This is my domain. You can't get out. Unless..." Unless?! There was hope! The Shadow had Demetri on edge with his words.

"Unless you beat me! Demetri Maverick!" It pounced!

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