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Nightmare	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4:

Zack stared long and hard at Synyster. He would have given anything to make the endless torture stop but he couldn’t give in now. He was stronger then this and could withstand anything that Synyster threw at him. He wasn’t going to give in to some dirty demon.

“Are you going to give me a fucking answer?” Synyster snapped, his dead, black eyes starting to get a red ring around them because he was so angry.

Zack glared his eyes at the other. “No. I will not fucking give in to you.”

Synyster narrowed his eyes then smirked at him. “Maybe not to me.”

“What?” Zack asked.

Synyster merely grinned and then clicked his fingers once.

The next thing Zack knew was that he was back in his bedroom lying on his bed. He sat up slowly, holding his head. He could feel a sharp pain coming from his wrist. He screamed when he saw there was a deep cut right at the top of his wrist, exactly where Synyster had cut him before and told him it would be permanent.

“What the FUCK!” he screamed before getting quickly up off his bed and heading into the bathroom to find a bandage. He wrapped up his wrist tightly with the white bandage and managed to stop the bleeding.

He sat down on the edge of his bath and stared at his wrist. He could see a Red stain on the other side but luckily none was seeping through. He didn’t know how long he sat there and stared at his wrist. There was no way that this could be possible. There is no way that what happens in dreams happens in real life.

He ran his fingers through his hair while a million thoughts raced through his head. He couldn’t wrap his head around the words Synyster had told him, “I think we’ll leave this one to be permanent.” How was that even possible? Unless what Synyster had warned him was true? He was coming to the surface. His nightmare was becoming real.

But how could it be true? There was no such thing as demons or Hell or anything supernatural. They were only real in horror movies or novels. But what explanation could be given for the thick scar on his wrist. There was none.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly, hoping and hoping that this was all just a dream. He opened his eyes a few seconds later and felt even worse when he saw he was still where he’d been sitting on the edge of the bath and there was still a white bandage wrapped tightly around his wrist.

“Why me?” He muttered, dropping his head into his head.

Out of nowhere, he heard someone laugh, a demented, insane sort of laugh. Hid head immediately shot up and looked around the room. Of course there was no one there.

“I’m not going to give in.” Zack said strongly, eyes still darting around the room.

He heard the laughter again but this time it was much louder and it sounded like it was coming from just outside his bedroom. He stood up and followed the noise, which got even louder as he approached his bedroom then stopped abruptly.

“I mean it. I’m never going to say yes.” Zack said strongly to the empty space.

All of sudden, he felt a pair of hands shove him so hard into his room that he fell on the floor right next to his bed. He had to take a few deep breaths before he calmed down completely.

“Shoving someone from behind when they can’t see you?” Zack yelled to the empty room, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. “You’re nothing but a coward Synyster!” He yelled just as he felt a fist collide with his face. His head hit the side of the mattress as he took more deep breaths to calm down.

His movements seized completely when he heard a voice speak. “You are the weak one and you will give in to me Zachary Baker.” He knew the voice belonged to Synyster but he could not believe he was hearing it in real life.

He stood up and crawled into his bed and under the covers, trying to hide from the being he knew was probably still watching him. He turned on his television to the most boring channel he could find and continued watching it for several hours, trying his hardest to ignore what had just happened.

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Zack was so terrified that he barely slept at all that night. In fact, he only slept two hours and dreamt only of Synyster and his wicked face. When he awoke the next morning to his irritating alarm, he quickly got ready for work and raced out the door; avoiding spending anymore time then was absolutely necessary in his apartment.

He knew that he definitely shouldn’t be going to work today. He’d had less sleep then he’d ever had in his entire life but there was no way he was going to spend the day by himself in his apartment. He grabbed his usual double strength coffee and raisin toast from the Starbucks next door to his work and headed into his office more then half an hour before he was due to start.

He made his way up the elevator and headed straight to his cubicle, sitting down and taking the extra time he had to enjoy his breakfast. He had been so into his food and coffee that he didn’t even notice people beginning to arrive until he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

He turned his head and felt relieved when he saw it was Matt. “Morning.” He smiled as he threw his rubbish into the bin underneath his desk.

“Morning.” Matt said as he sat down at his desk, looking at Zack in almost a suspicious way. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Yeah, I slept the best I have in a while.” Zack answered.

“You seriously think I’m that stupid?” Matt asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man. “You are a terrible liar.” He laughed. “Did you have that dream again or something?”

Zack instantly paled as he asked that question. Matt immediately stopped laughing at looked at his friend in a worried way. “What’s wrong?” He asked Zack who stayed quiet.

Zack took a deep breath. He knew that it would only make Matt laugh if he told him but he just had to get it off his chest. “Have any of your dreams started to come true?” He said in a soft voice, dropping eye contact with the other man.

“Once.” Matt answered quietly. “But that was too long ago to remember properly.”

Zack looked up at Matt who also looked like he had paled slightly. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight? Maybe we could get Johnny together or something and go out? I’m pretty keen for a drink.” Zack said, forcing an awkward laugh.

Matt turned to look at the other man. “I’m actually meeting up with one of my friends tonight but I’m sure he won’t mind if you and Johnny are there too.”

“Sounds good.” Zack smiled as he turned around to his computer and started his work for the day.

His eight hour day seemed to literally fly by because before he knew it, it was five o’clock and Matt was hurrying him out of the office and towards the elevator. They met up with Johnny in the car park and the three of them proceeded to throw their briefcases into their cars and keep their phones and wallets on them.

The trio then headed out of the car park and towards the bar they were at last time they got drunk together. Zack trailed slightly behind the other two, who were talking animatedly about a television show they were both heavily into while Zack stared into the sky, watching as the sun began to set. Before he knew it, they were standing out the front of the bar.

They walked through the large oak doors, quickly showing their IDs to the security guard at the front before they made their way, this time to a booth in the back of the bar. Matt was leading the way as they approached what appeared to be an already occupied booth.

As they approached, the man that was sitting there looked up at the three of them. Zack’s heart felt like it skipped a beat when he saw this man. He had dark hair that was spiked up, with a face that could be nothing less then perfection. He had a strong chiseled jaw with perfectly pronounced cheek bones with lips that had a permanent smirk on them. His eyes were the perfect shade of brown and Zack could barely believe that he was swooning over a man.

Zack sat down in the booth across from this mystery man who had also locked his eyes onto him. Johnny sat next to Zack while Matt sat next to his friend. “Zack, this is Brian.” Matt said as the two exchanged nods. “And you remember Johnny, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Brian answered in a voice that reminded Zack of someone, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. “Nice to finally meet you Zack. Matt’s told me all about you.” He added, turning his attention to Zack, who suddenly felt cold as the intense look from Brian washed over him. There was something about the way he spoke that made him feel very uneasy but he didn’t know what it was.

Tonight is going to be an interesting night.

A/N: zacky's a bit of a goose. lol. thanks heaps for reading and reviewing i love all the love this story is getting :)
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