A chill runs up your spine and crawls into you brain; the beginning of his end., chapter 1

I looked at my watch, "Hmm," 1:00 AM. I didn't want to go home yet but it was late and was alone. I stood for a while in front of the 7-11 wondering if I should go and get a Coke. Then I saw some weird looking guy walking my way so I gave in and walked into the store. I dawdled tiredly to the fridge where all the Coke was and grabbed two bottles.

I went to the counter and some emo fool was serving, I don't know why but I have a thing against emo's. All of them. I put the bottles on the counter and waited for the emo to ask for the money.
Then the emo piped up. "I'd watch yourself out there. You know what they've been saying lately," As he was passing my coke through the checkout.
I chuckled. "No, I haven't heard. Pray, tell," I said, feeling as if what he said was another urban legend used to scare these kids.
"Well we had some punk come in before and he says he went down the old burned shed, and well..." He looked as though I wouldn't believe him.
"What, spit it out," I said.
"They say the fiend is coming back." The fiend was meant to be a legend but I found one day a legend could really get blown out of proportion. In the wrong way.
I grabbed him by the neck.
"That's not funny," I growled. I had a tight grip and he was trying to break my hands free but I wasn't going to let go. "Do you know the trouble that lie could cause? do you?" I huffed.
I let go. "Yeah, I know." he coughed "but I'm not lying its the truth," he spluttered
"How. How do I know your not lying." I looked down. If the emo was telling the truth, if The Fiend was back. Then the Fiend would be coming for me next. He always comes for the first victim he didn't kill, and I was so lucky to get away the first time. I looked at the mark on my arm. It burned and I knew the emo wasn't telling a lie.
"The punks in the back room," He sighed apathetically. "Come on I'll show you."
"Okay fine." I said.

I jumped over the counter grabbed the coke and followed the emo. He opened the door; the light in the room was on. I saw the young boy, he was probably 16 or 17, and he had the spreading wounds of the touch of fear. As I looked over the boy's wounds my memory of the night The Fiend was after me came searing back.
***
(flashback) it was so dark. I could barely see but I smelt smoke and I wasn't gonna let someone die. Though it was dark I could now see the little shed that was on fire.
"Hello. Is there anyone in there. I've come to help," I cried out
Then a shadow came from within the shed, the silhouette of a man.
He stumbled out, limping like the undead. I knew who it was, I had heard the stories, and I had started to see what the legend meant when it called this guy the fiend.
His face was distorted as all hell, his hands were ripped to shreds and parts of his skin were missing.
I backed off and then I fell over. I was sprawled on the ground. I tried to run but I ended up crawling away at an extremely fast rate. But not fast enough.
He got me by the ankle then he grabbed my arm. Where he had a grip, burned like it was on fire.

"Welcome to your worst fear, honey," he said in a more than creepy voice and he howled with a laugh that was like the devils pet wolf. "If you be good and do as I say You wont die, but you have crossed my path and I wont let that go unnoticed the first and last rule is don't run or I will kill you. But if you do run be sure to get away because I have no mercy," he howled again his face way too close to mine. I couldn't think or breathe, I was struggling for life, and my face screwed up with a pain that drawled within my core and writhed inside me, worse than the pain of death.

I fought it, the clear sign of the end. I heard voices whispering about me, chanting songs of my past I couldn't take it but I fought thinking of those I love and that's what I feared the most then stopped. The voices, the chanting and the fire, it died out. He was still there his eyes lit with joy and his death spread evil smile glinting in the moonlight I looked down and the patches of wounds were spreading they looked like grazes. I looked in his eyes and I just looked at him begging him to let me go without words. His grip loosened and I took the opportunity to run.

But I knew it was too good to be true. He was playing with his food. But I still ran and didn't look back. The tears burned in my eyes. While I was running they were dripping off my face. My arm and ankle were burning, but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not ever.

***
I snapped back to reality, and as I stood there watching the boy writhe in pain I knew I was the only one that knew what he was going through.
It was probably a year ago that it happened to me and I was 16 then.
"How old is he?" I asked
"He's 16, 17 tomorrow though. Will he be okay?" his friend replied.
"He should be but you will have to keep an eye on him. What is your name anyway?"
"He's Mike and I'm Billie," he said I could see the fear in his eyes.
"Billie, you watch Mike. Here is my cell number, call I if The Fiend comes back, I'm going home to get my car and shotgun so sit tight. Is there a back entrance around here?" I commanded.
"Yeah, over there," the emo pointed. He pointed to a door with a staff interaction poster. I walked over to the door and let myself out.

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