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Nightmare	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Avenged Sevenfold, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

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Chapter 1:

He could barely breathe. His legs were aching from running so far. He looked over his shoulder, just for a moment, and saw the same deranged man that had been chasing him for the past hour, still grinning wickedly at him. He glanced around the area he was in. There was no escape, nowhere for him to go. Everything around him was burning and he knew if he stopped running, he would burn with it.

The screams of pain coming from the buildings were so loud and unbearable he could feel his ears start to bleed. He wiped his hand across his right ear, confirming the inevitable; blood. He was trapped and he knew that this had to be the end for him. He glanced over his shoulder once again, but the man was no longer there.

He turned around and would have screamed if he had the energy. The man was standing not even three feet away from him. He stopped dead in his tracks, breathing heavily, eyes keenly locked on the man with the short, black hair that was spiked up slightly, the bulging biceps covered by heavy tattoos and the thick black eyeliner around his dead, black eyes.

“Why do you run Zachary?” The man asked calmly, cocking his head to the right slightly, looking rather demented. “This is where you belong.”

“NO!” Zachary screamed and turned around to run, only to have his legs yanked out from underneath him and he was dragged back to the man by arms he could not see. “What are you?”

“Your eternal torturer.” The man grinned wickedly. “I’ve been waiting an eternity to meet you.”

The man moved his hand and slammed Zachary up against the side of one of the many burning buildings. His hand was raised at least ten inches away Zachary’s throat as he squeezed his hand as if around the other’s neck. Zachary started to cough, trying to wrench away the non-existent hand at his throat.

“What do you want from me?” Zachary managed to gasp out to his merciless assailant. “I haven’t done anything!”

The man smirked, releasing his grip on the other’s throat. Zachary spluttered slightly. “I want your soul and I won’t stop until you give in to me.”

“What have I done to deserve this?” Zachary yelled, his eyes watering with tears.

“You were born.” The man smirked.

Zachary stared open mouthed for a second before asking, “Who are you?”

The man raised his hand and slapped Zachary hard across his face. He repeated this action a number of times until the ring that was on his right hand broke the skin on the other’s rounded cheeks. “And why would I tell a filthy monkey like you my name?”

Zachary paused for a moment. “How am I supposed to give in to someone whose name I don’t even know?”

The other regarded his question for a moment. “My name is Synyster Gates.”

Before Zachary could ask another question, he found his arms bound, his mouthed gagged and he was now tied to an operating table. His eyes widened with fear as he saw surgical tools laid out on a smaller table. He audibly gulped, earning an even wider grin from Synyster.

Synyster walked over to the smaller table and lifted up a scalpel. He walked back over to the other man, lightly caressing the other’s face with his free hand for a moment. “So soft…” He murmured. His free hand moved down to his shirt and ripped it cleanly in half with unimaginable strength.

Zachary’s eyes grew even wider in anticipation, making the other man’s grin impossibly wider. Synyster raised the hand with the scalpel up to Zachary’s chest and with one swift movement, cut a deep slice across his right pectoral, earning a guttural scream to come from him.

Synyster did another deep cut, this time on the left pectoral, earning him another scream. He moved the scalpel up to where he knew Zachary’s sternum was. He could see the fear in his eyes; hear the audible begs for him to not do what he was planning to do. There was nothing in the world that would have stopped Synyster from doing what he was about to do.

With one swift movement, he dug the scalpel in hard to Zachary’s skin and cut from the middle of chest down to where the waistband of his pants were, slicing cleanly through his bellybutton. Zachary’s scream was so loud not even the gag in his mouth could stifle it.

“Stop screaming like a pathetic girl!” Synyster roared, immediately silencing the other. “This is just a taste of what is to come.” His face was flaring with anger.

Zachary’s eyes widened in fear; tears streaming down his cheeks as he was forced not to scream. Synyster moved his face so their eyes were staring straight into each other’s, black, dead eyes reading through the green, terrified ones that belonged to the other man.

“I am the devil’s favourite demon.” Synyster growled, causing Zachary to visibly whimper. “You will bow to my every will.”

“No.” Zachary said through the gag, although it was almost inaudible.

“What did you say to me?” Synyster ripped the gag out of the other’s mouth.

“No.” Zachary screamed in the other man’s face. “No! NO! NOOOO!” He screamed as loud as he possibly could.

All of a sudden, he woke up, drenched completely in sweat, eyes wide open as he tried to regain his breathing. He reached over and turned on the lamp next to his bed. He sat up in bed and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew that he had been screaming in his sleep again because he had had the same dream every single night for the past year.

He glanced over at his alarm clock. 4.34AM. He put his hand up to his mouth, trying to comprehend exactly what had happened. He didn’t understand why he continued having the exact same dream over and over again. He wasn’t the type to believe that dreams meant something but he was sure that this had to mean something. He had to do something about it.

He reached over for the remote and turned on the television. He snuggled back into his bed and flicked through the channels, finally setting on the most boring thing he could find; infomercials.

He’d had to do this so many times before it was starting to become beyond a joke. He could not physically remember the last dream he had before he started having this nightmare. It had begun to rule his life. His sleep pattern was heavily disrupted, which was not only affecting him physically but affecting him most prominently at work. He had learned how to survive on having at minimum five double strength coffees a day, but he’d always find himself yawning throughout the day.

It had already won the battle over his social life. His girlfriend had left him ten months ago, unable to handle the situation herself and unwilling to help him. He felt so lonely sometimes, and it was all because of this stupid dream. This stupid fucking nightmare.

He could feel his eyes start to droop as the always riveting Miracle Blade infomercial was playing. He could feel himself start to slip off into what would be a rather short nap before he had to get up and go to work. His eyes slid shut and he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

But he didn’t know that there was something standing in the corner watching him sleep.

A/N: this is just a teaser to the rest of the story. thanks for reading and reviewing. :)
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