skinblade

Start from the beginning and read Dream #1

They biked up to the tower.

He waited just out of ear’s reach with a shaking of his shoulders and a shimmy of his head. The cold shivers filtered up through his body and he knew that fear was just a chemical reaction then – that he could overcome it. He watched with eager anticipation.

He wanted to yell out at them. Tell them they were stupid and he was smarter. But he didn’t. He hid behind the crates and watched stupid mother fucking Phil start the half-assed incantation that he had deciphered days ago. It was so simple. Why didn’t they get it?

Michael, Mook (whatever) raised the candles and Dink made a sort of dance with a sandwich – which was absolutely ridiculous.

And when they were done, Danny began to sneak up to them from barrel to barrel – making sure to keep quiet. he inched his way forward. Mook with his empty kindness focusing on the blood pentagram they had made and Dink with his pointy teeth flared at the flickering candle light.

Was it really night so soon?