• Riker's eyes opened and fear flooded his body. The non-existence he had experienced was gone and he was somewhere familiar. The smell of pine and blood glided through the air and silently crept into Riker's nostrils. His eyes quickly darted around the room and as he calmed down, a horrible sight had been acquired. This sight was of the decapitated corpses that were murdered by his own hand. The blood of the trash he had deposed of was still fresh and rolling toward his feet. Vomit spat out of his mouth as he fell to his knees and clenched his stomach. Everything span and his mind raced.What was going on? Was reality even real anymore? Had Fate watched his unspeakable acts and finally decided justice was required? Riker's head slowly tilted towards the door and the thought hit him.

    Orion, the trash he had murder's father, probably just ran out of this stained building and began pursuing him. But how could he pursue Riker if Riker was here . . . None of this made sense but then a genius thought shot itself into his brain. Maybe if he didn't murder Orion, Fate would forgive his malicious soul. Yes, yes! He can erase this damnation and finally rest! Second chances are rare but this must be one of them! He had to stop Orion from running after him! Riker managed to get on his feet and stumbled out the door. The urge to save Orion was great now, so he tried running but simply crashed to the ground. With dirt in his mouth and ice in his lungs, Riker clawed the soil. Slowly and painfully, he gained the strength to rise again.

    He began limping towards Orion. Limping soon turned to walking and walking turned to sprinting. The cold of the night whipped against his face, scratching and tearing it's pale, gauntness apart. His own blood was being spilled, but a second could not be wasted thinking about it. A white dance flickered in trees ahead of Riker and he knew it was Orion. Stopping him will be easier then thought. The sound of running could be heard from Orion now, both his and Riker's running created some primal rhythm as they beat the Earth. The trees closed in around them and began laughing. A game of cat and mouse is what they were playing but they didn't know neither cat nor mouse won, for if the cat bites the mouse he will only be playing the sadistic game that neither can escape. The trees swayed back and forth, their bellies bursting from the decay of enjoyment. The grass screamed as it was flattened into nothing. Hopes crushed as fools run. It's a pity too because they don't even know the game was just beginning.

    Orion finally noticed he was being trailed and turned around but as he did so Riker kept running and delivered a punishing blow to his stomach. Orion's body crumpled to the ground and Riker's boot slammed his cheek. Orion was now out cold but Riker couldn't rest yet. He screamed his own name and continued bolting forward. He has to tell himself that the heinous acts he enjoys must stop now. He stopped in a clearing and surveyed the surroundings. All that could be seen was the stillness of night. The moon smiled as he glared on his chain. His eyes dropped to the chain he had worn so long. Did he even remember who gave it to him? Was it her? Had she really existed?

    A tear dropped as one of Riker's knees sunk into the ground. A sharp pain rippled along his back and his eyes blurred. A warmth crawled down his back as ice filled his vein. Someone was laughing close by and suddenly a leg kicked him to the ground. The blow made him fall to the ground only, driving whatever was in his back further. He closed his eyes and his sluggish mind caught up to what was going on. Riker's face twisted into terror as he began screaming. His eyes shot open only to be staring at himself. The other Riker sneered but soon the sneer melted off and was replaced by shock. He fell backward into the dirt and began weeping. The real, or so he thought he was, Riker just laid there for a few moments. The life drained out of him, happiness wrapped around him and squeezed him tight. The other Riker's crying barely bothered him. Until voices disturbed this peaces. Broken voices, voices that spoke no words. They just made noise, an evil noise. Soon they formed a great black mass. The mass swayed wildly, slapping against trees and smashing them down. One fell on the other Riker, killing him instantly, then the mass stopped. Slowly, like a mist, It descended to the ground and gathered around Riker. It pulled him into the ground and to a place of all black. This again? Great, I guess being dead for a while then being absolutely horrified isn't so bad, thought Riker. What a lie. He laid there for what he believe to be centuries. Just waiting until Fate threw antoher fist at him and messed his mind up even more but maybe he was finally at peace and Fate was ready to leave him alone. That would be nice.

    A screeching noise had cut into the silence of eternity and a bright like began blinking on Riker's chest. At least what he though was his chest. What was it? Was it the chain? The light began to growing more bright and intense, to the point of it burning his flesh. The only thing he could do was scream so he did and the screeching noise seemed to be muffled. The mysterious light began dying down also. It soon got down to the brightness of an average candle. Riker's vision readjusted and he noticed he was in a very cramped space. It smelled of pine and decay. His body began responding to him again as he wiggled around. He was just getting used to nothingness too. Air felt thin and so Riker began to panic. After not breathing for so long he had forgot the torment of suffocation was so aggravating. He started banging both of his fists against the ceiling of his prison. A breaking noise greeted his ear as dirt began piling into the prison. A coffin, to be exact, thought Riker. He grunted and began clawed at the dirt. Digging Upwards was like swimming but more hellish. It seemed like he was digging himself out of the ground for hours but he finally began to feel a soggy texture to the dirt and broke the surface. Light streamed into his eyes as his hand shot up from his hole.

    Riker screamed as he pulled his torso out of the ground. Rain cried upon his head as he wiped the grime and dirt from his vision. He looked around lazily and noticed a chair. Sitting their all alone was a girl on this chair. She seemed completely calm considering a man had just dug himself out of a coffin right in front of her.

    "Riker! You're home!"

    . . . Terror, once again, was truly felt . . .