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Prologue: His Promise.

Those dark eyes of his dead.

Dead as he stared at his helpless victim who continued to sob and crawl far away as he can. His legs broken and damped with u*** and blood. Blood that belonged to his fallen comrades as the silent monster eyes had the ability to penetrate his deepest box. A feeling he thought he will never revive. The feeling of fear and the dawning thought of death closing on him. This blood that continued to tickle down his skin, was the blood of his own and his fallen comrades that now laid dead with soul-less eyes; their bodies twisted in a very odd position.

Makes you wonder just when was the human body elastic. Elastic enough to the point the body itself can twist in a form of a snake or that of an octopus to fit anywhere it liked. Makes you even wonder just how fragile the body is.

How can one simple twist of a neck can ring a loud pop of bone and flesh?

How can one simple punch to the neck can send a person choking and gasping for air?

How can one simple scratch of a knife can tear the flesh like butter?

This monster that stood before him motionless... Could do such simple things and make it seem like a human exhibition.

With those hands... He can craft art in the most gruesome and nightmarish ways.

And with those eyes, he can send death coming for you in a blink of an eye.

A true monster.

A true Nightmare.

He sighed.

The Nightmare looking up at the sky as the stars and moonlight illuminated his presence. Making him seem like a fallen angel. A dark angel with many bodies littered around him.

His butcher knife gleaming under the moonlight's presence as it hung loosely between his bloodied fingers. Easily seen pieces of flesh dug inside his nails. The fresh blood from his fingertips continued to drop like rain petals on the grassy area that began to flood with a lake of blood caused by his victims.

The Nightmare closed his eyes before opening them with another sigh. Slowly focusing his cold dead eyes to his victim... The victim left alive.

Not for long though.

He slowly walked towards him. Knowing he no need to run to him. His legs are broken, what is he to do?

Seeing the Nightmare walking towards him, he began to cry and yell for help. Looking and searching around desperately as he continued to drag himself away from the monster.

The Nightmare stepped onto the boy's leg who cried in pain and fear as his voice started to become hoarse from the yelling.

His scream reached a new octave.

Pure pain resounded in the park as a sound of bone breaking and meat breaking and popping with a wet sound as a stream could be heard with a heavy thud.

The boy wept as he glanced at his leg.

His leg that's been ripped right out of his knee cap and tossed to the side like trash.

"No." He coughed with a hoarse cry as his fists clench. "Please, don't..." He cried as he felt a weight on his back. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" He chanted as he felt the Nightmare take a fistful of his hair and pulled him back, with his red coated butcher knife placed right in his neck.

"God won't forgive the sinful." Was the Nightmare's response, as he easily tore off the boy's head in one smooth motion? Tossing the head to the side, much like he did with his leg. Blood sky shooting out like a bazooka from his neck to the pooling on the grass as the Nightmare got up and observed his art.

With a nod he left... But then paused. Rubbing his chest with a small smile as he looked up at the sky.

"I think..." His smile stretched as he looked behind him. "It's time we met, Lucy."

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This story was made originally made by Lightningpanda. It was out for adoption and we decided I would take this story would be cared for by me. So don't be mad if I don't update this soon because I have 4 other stories I need to finish ^^'

-Luvviez