I rushed across the campus, the brisk October wind rattling the few remaining leaves against their wasted branches. My denim jacket,gucci borsa italia, t-shirt and jeans did very little to keep out the cold, but for once I didn't care. I was on my way to a party.

For the first time in my life, I had been invited to a party- by a beautiful girl, no less! Mary Hanson, the smartest girl in my Psych class, and one of the prettiest girls on campus, had asked me to come to her party. Sure, all her friends were going to be there, but still� the possibilities were endless. I reached the door to her dorm. I stopped, and looked into the window at my reflection. The wind had ruffled my short black hair, but I decided it made me look more natural. With a final check for anything lodged between my teeth, I straightened the collar of my jacket and opened the door. Already I could hear the noise from the party. Music blared from the third-story commons room, making it easy for me to find my way up to it.

I was suddenly very nervous. Parties weren't my natural habitat. I was abruptly aware of exactly how far out of my league Mary was. My mouth dried up, and my hands started to shake. I knocked on the door, but realized that there was no chance anyone would hear me over the music. Pulling together all of my nerve, I opened the door.

Inside was a little different then I had expected- Halloween-related decorations, lit only by candles, that was normal enough. What caught my attention was some sort of symbol, almost like an ancient hieroglyph, drawn in red paint on the floor. The RA would be furious. Behind the symbol was a table covered with a black tablecloth, which also caught my eye. On the table were two candelabras and a very vicious-looking fantasy-style dagger on a stand. Next to the table was the stereo that was pumping out the tunes. The rest of the room was decorated with traditional Halloween decorations. Against the left wall was a long table covered with food and drink. Everyone was wearing Halloween masks of some sort, as well as black cloaks. Several people were dancing when I opened the door, but as soon as they saw me, everyone stopped and stared. I looked at them rather sheepishly and managed to open my mouth.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was a theme party. I can leave, I don't want to mess it up for you," I said, looking down at my clothes and shrugging sympathetically.

As I turned to go, Mary ran up to the doorway and grabbed my arm. Her long, blonde hair shimmered in the candlelight, and she was the only one in the room without a mask on. She looked like your average, ditzy cheerleader type, except I knew there was a lot more going on inside her head. As soon as she came near me, I could feel my face turn red.

"Wait! Don't leave� It's okay, you don't have to be dressed up. You look great as it is." I could barely hear her over the music, but then she smiled up at me, and I knew there was no way I was going anywhere. I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind me.

All the other guests were still staring at me. I waved awkwardly,vibram spa, not sure what to do. Mary pulled me over to the snack table and poured me some punch.

"Here, you look thirsty. Have something to drink," she shouted over the music. I took the punch automatically, still feeling out of place. Two guys walked over to us, and the rest were talking excitedly amongst themselves.

The two men stood on either side of me, looking down on me. Both were wearing skull masks, and black clothing, and they towered over me. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I probably bench pressed less than one of them ate for breakfast. These two looked like football linemen, and both were looking down on me like I was a rat in a trap.

Mary ignored the other two, and looked at me eagerly. She started playing with her hair nervously, shifted her balance back and forth between her feet.

"Aren't you going to drink?" she asked, sounding almost desperate. With one last attempt at pleasing her, I took a sip. It tasted awful, like cough syrup mixed with vinegar. I sputtered a little bit, and the two men started to laugh at me. I looked down at Mary, and she started to giggle, her eyes looking strangely blank.

I finally couldn't take it anymore, not even for her. I set the cup down and started to back up.

"Sorry, but I just remembered I didn't finish my Biology paper, and I gotta go get that done. Maybe next time I can stay longer," I started my excuse as I headed for the door. The twin skulls followed me. I grabbed the door handle and twisted-

The door wouldn't open. Mary must have locked it when I came in, but I couldn't hear it over the music. The guys grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back into the room. I struggled, but it was futile�there had been something in the punch, and it was going to my head. My knees gave out, and the faceless giants threw me on the floor, knocking the breath out of me. My head cracked against the wood and sent dots of light romping across my brain. The men pinned me down, and I could feel something odd under my hand. I was in the center of the painted symbol, except it was too rough to be paint, and chipped off when I touched it�

I looked to my left, across at the locked door, and started shouting for help. Maybe, just maybe, someone would hear me over the music, and come to see what was wrong. Then the music got louder, drowning out any hopes I had. I looked over at the stereo, only to see Mary standing in front of it, grinning madly. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw something under the table. Looking closer, I recognized the face of the RA, eyes glazed, lips pulled back in a grimace,louis vuitton Monogram Vernis, throat slit. I screamed, and tried to pull away from the men who were holding me down. I wrenched my body hard to the left, and felt something pop. My arm went limp, and pain seared through my shoulder. I fell back, unable to move for the agony.

The rest of the people formed a circle around me and my assailants, leaving an open spot directly in front of the table for Mary, and started to chant.

Mary walked over to the table and lifted the dagger out of its stand like it was a newborn baby. The two goons holding my arms and legs looked down at me, the skull masks seeming to leer at me. Mary knelt next to me, holding the dagger out, and began to shout over the music.

"Feyr, bringer of dread, you are our righteous ruler. We are your sheep! Come, and feed on the terror you bring. We, your loyal and willing slaves, beckon you hither!"

With that, I have no choice but to watch as she brings the dagger down. Strangely enough, I didn't even feel it slip in, but when I looked down, it was there lodged between my ribs. The music was gone,cheap louis vuitton handbags, the people were gone, it was just me and that blade. I could feel it now, in my heart, the final palpitations of the muscle slapping against the cold steel. My hands and feet felt like ice. I couldn't breathe right.

Suddenly the floor opened up beneath me, and I was falling through a tunnel lined with broken glass and spikes of rock. I could see people impaled upon the walls, impossibly still alive, still screaming, and I could feel their pain and fear flowing into me through the hole where my heart used to be. I rolled over in the air,Gucci sac � poign�e sup�rieure, and saw a pit, full of people, clawing and tearing at each other to get at me, or just to get out. They were all in agony, and I could feel it drilling into my soul.

Then I saw something else flying down the tunnel. It was a girl, with huge silver and black wings. She flew past me, and turned to face me as I fell. For a brief second, I forgot everything that was happening and was only aware of her. She had long black hair with a streak of silver in it, matching her wings, and was wearing a short leather jacket, leather pants, and had a silver cross on a chain around her neck. She was amazingly beautiful, seeming to almost radiate an aura of safety. Then I remembered where I was, and fear flooded me again. She held a hand out to me,gucci sac, and I stopped falling. The lost souls hanging from the walls groped for me, tried to suck me into their anguish. I reached out to take her hand, and there was a flash of electricity as we touched, a rush of adrenaline, the pain hardened inside of me.

And I woke up.

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