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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 3:

Three weeks had passed since Zack had the dream about Synyster where he announced that he was going to be leaving Hell itself just to get him. His dreams had returned to normal, the same reoccurring one where Synyster chased him relentlessly past the burning buildings with the screaming people trapped inside. But this was not exactly comforting to him.

Even though when he first began having these dreams he didn’t believe at all that they could be true, the past few weeks had been stressing him out to no end. Not only was he sleeping less then four hours a night now, he was beginning to start seeing illusions all over his apartment. As he brushed his teeth of a morning, he swore he could see a pair of dead black eyes staring at him from over his shoulder. He knew that it was Synyster’s eyes watching his every move.

He could feel the strain of his stresses beginning to affect him at work as well. The less sleep he got, the more stress his job started becoming an effort. He found it very difficult to focus for long periods of time on the computer screen in front of him, which was causing him to constantly have headaches.

As he made his way into work one morning, coffee clutched tightly in his left hand, he avoided all the smiles and “good morning” greetings that came his way as he dove straight for his desk and began working right away. He even ignored Matt, who made a point to say “hello” to him at least four times before he groaned in annoyance and sat down at his own desk. He knew he shouldn’t be taking his annoyance out on Matt like that but at the moment he just wanted to be left alone.

As twelve o’clock hit, Zack had planned to go to the toilet quickly and then eat lunch back at his desk where he would continue to work while he ate. But his plans didn’t end up going that way. As he was walking to the bathroom he felt someone grab his arm and turn him around. He was shocked to see it was Matt, glaring angrily at him.

“Can we talk outside for a moment?” He spoke quietly so no one else could hear them, but he wasn’t asking a question as he dragged Zack out to a balcony.

“What?” Zack snapped as soon as the door leading back into the office was shut. “What is so fucking important?”

“What the fuck is up with your attitude man?” Matt asked, not sounding angry, more sounding concerned. “Seriously, what is so bad with your life that you have to take it out on other people by ignoring their existence?”

“It is nothing for you to worry about.” Zack snapped.

“Are you still having that stupid dream?” Matt asked.

“Yes.” Zack huffed, crossing his arms.

“Didn’t what I suggested work?”

“No. It just made it fucking worse.” Zack snapped.

“Are you seriously one of those guys that believes that dreams mean something?” Matt laughed.

“It’s not fucking funny!” Zack stormed, immediately ceasing Matt’s laughter. “Maybe if you were having the same fucking dream every fucking night for the past fucking year then maybe you could understand how I’m fucking feeling!”

Matt watched him for a moment. “I think you need to go home to bed and sleep this off.”

“Yeah, cause that’s going to make everything so much fucking better, isn’t it?” Zack snapped sarcastically. “I’d rather be fucking anywhere then at home.”

“Zack, you need to calm the fuck down right now.” Matt spoke calmly. “Look at you; you’re so tired the bags under your eyes are starting to turn black. Just go home and sleep. Please?”

“Fine.” Zack sighed. “I’ve been hoping for a while now that I don’t wake up the next time I fall asleep. Maybe it’s time I gave in.”

“The fuck are you talking about? Is Freddy Krueger after you or something?” Matt asked with a large grin on his face as he struggled to hold back a laugh.

Zack looked up at him for a moment, their eyes interlocking momentarily. “I’ll see you later.” He said softly as he opened the door back up and headed back into the office, heading straight for his boss’ office.

He spoke to his boss, who was reluctant at first to let him go for the rest of the day but told him that he hoped he felt better. Zack smiled gratefully and left the office, going to his cubicle and gathering his briefcase, ignoring Matt as he passed him and headed down the elevator and straight to his car.

The drive home was relatively short as he didn’t have to worry about peak hour traffic. He pulled into his car spot and made his way into his apartment. He stepped inside and immediately felt worse. He could feel a pair of eyes lock onto him as soon as he walked through the door. He tried to ignore it as he placed his briefcase on the kitchen bench and headed straight to the bathroom.

He pulled out the packet of aspirin he always had in the medicine cabinet and popped four of the pills straight into his right hand. He returned the nearly empty packet back to its place in the cupboard and left the room. He walked into his bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed next to his water bottle. He looked at the four pills in his hands. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous but he needed something to knock him out.

“Please.” He said quietly before placing the four pills into his mouth and swallowing them down with a long gulp of water from his bottle. He took off all his clothes but his underwear and lay down on the bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the pain killers do their work and he was falling asleep.

When he opened his eyes he was in a completely different room. He could see a large purple and gold bread spread covering an even larger bed. In another corner of the lavish room he was mysteriously standing in he could see a set of shackles along with a surgical kit on a small table next to it. He gulped nervously.

“Ah, so glad to see you’ve made it Zachary.” A voice drawled from behind him. Zack turned around and saw Synyster standing a few feet behind him, leaning against a rather large chest of draws, his smirk on his lips grew larger when he could see the visible fear in Zack’s bright green eyes.

“What is this place?” Zack asked, completely aware that his voice was shaky and nervous and only made Synyster’s smirk grow wider.

“My bedroom.” Synyster answered as he began to walk over to where Zack stood rooted to the spot in fear. He reached Zack in only a few steps and reached his hand up to trace around his jaw. “I heard that you are ready to give in to me.”

“Will the dreams stop?” Zack asked, his eyes looking straight into Synyster’s.

“You won’t need to dream once your soul is mine.” Synyster grinned. “Do I hear a ‘yes’?”

Zack didn’t answer. Synyster raised his hand again and stuck him hard across the face. Zack stood still without making a noise. Synyster growled and slapped him hard across the face again and again, continuing until he had broken skin again with his ring. “You will answer me when I ask you a question!” Synyster boomed, Zack wincing slightly at the loud noise.

Synyster moved so quickly that Zack could barely believe it. In less then three seconds he was picked up and moved across the room and tied up in the shackles. Synyster ripped his shirt in half again, like it was made out of nothing. Zack stayed quiet and just watched Synyster as he reached down to grab the scalpel.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then reopened them, hoping that he would be awake in his room again. But when his eyes opened, his breathing stopped for a moment as he saw Synyster looking him directly in the eyes.

“Shouldn’t have taken four aspirin, should you?” Synyster grinned as he did a deep cut across Zack’s left pectoral, watching the blood ooze out of the wound and drip down his chest. Zack screamed when Synyster dug the small surgical item even harder into his right pectoral.

Tears brimmed Zack’s eyes as Synyster continued slicing and carving up his torso. He dared not look down for fear of seeing something he’d never forget. “Why can’t I fucking wake up?!” Zack screamed as he opened and closed his eyes.

Synyster howled with laughter. “It’s your fucking nightmare!”

Zack screamed as Synyster moved to cut at his wrist. “I think we’ll leave this one to be permanent.” He growled as he cut a deep line across Zack’s wrist, the blood dripping down this pale arm. Synyster grinned and licked a trail up to the open wound. He locked eyes with Zack as he sucked hard on the open wound. It felt like his blood was getting drained.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he screamed in agony. “STOP!” He yelled louder then he ever expected to.

Synyster stopped for a moment and looked Zack dead in the eye. “All of this can stop Zachary. All you have to do is say ‘yes’.”

Zack nodded furiously, refusing to open his mouth.

“You have to say the words otherwise it doesn’t work.” Synyster grinned, staring into Zack’s eyes, reading through the emotion in the other’s eyes. Zack stayed quiet for a moment. “Unless you want this to continue?” Synyster grinned. “I have the rest of eternity to torture you. I’ve been waiting centuries to even get to this point. Give in Zachary.” Synyster’s voice had almost turned hypnotic. “What do you say?”

A/N: i feel evil leaving it on a cliffhanger but you'll just have to wait and see for the next installment. :P thanks for reading and reviewing :)
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