Sitting shirtless in the dark has always been a traditional rite for him but not this night. The cold wasn’t so cold like every other night but this night it was capable of freezing every spine in his body. He has been there for about an hour lost in natures beauty when nightmare on elm street brushed through his photographic memory. It’s just a fiction just as the nun he tried gathering some hope, just then he heard 'NOT THIS NIGHT'. With all his adrenaline could gather he leapt to flee, only to see himself in an open space, now the cold increased but this time the moon was nowhere to be found and his African adrenaline cried for help only to see his very self laughing so hard. With a thousand questions rushing down his mind no answer seem to ride along, he had fell not asleep he pondered and a cold voice replied 'Oh yes you did lad and now you're mine'. Frederick Sire, his nervous system concurred. 'I want to take you on a journey on how death feels like for I will love to make you my puppet but I don’t need your consent or do I ? he had asked rhetorically, with mouth so wide exposing those razor like set of teeth he laughed hard. Mike ran as fast and far as his legs could take him bringing him to the very spot he had started again, Frederick laughed wide and asked mockingly “are you done running” at this very point Mike felt his heart trying to escape through his mouth for his adrenaline had deserted him already. Now I will kill you slowly, if only he knew Mike had died a thousand times within for fear had kill every cell in his body, what betrayal death will feel for fear had taken his meal already. A sweet voice echoed through Mikes ears as he raised his head to see his girlfriend asking “what is it babe?” he quickly grabbed her for a deep hug for she had rescued him from Federick just when he felt calm and decided to tell her what had happened he saw it was Vladak who had offered such warm hug.