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Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.
The steady beat of boots on  wooden floor of a long corridor. A boy...or man...about 18 years old walked down that very corridor. His silver boots making that very sound. He has messy brown hair, and red-orange eyes, with deep purple bags under them, as though he never slept in his life. He wore along sleeve yellow-orange shirt   with green straps over his chest. His long black cape trailing behind him. This boy was none other than Trey Lantern, the holder of the Fright Emblem, the power of Nightmares and darkness. Of course some one  who can wield the power of phobias  won't be scared of anything, right? Wrong. Trey, is scared of everything, from the dark to  Urban Legends. Trey brought his thumb to his mouth and began biting his nail nervously. If their was anything that could scare Trey into insanity its was blood. And Trey, being born on Friday the 13th, he's not the luckiest person around...

Trey looked nervously from one painting to another that hung on the corridor red velvet walls. They were gruesome pictures of people  being tortured. One was of a fat man with multiple tubes in his mouth, and getting his insides suck out of him. Another was a woman, who was having her beating heart ripped out of her chest.  Trey swallowed hard. His orange eyes bouncing from one horrid painting to another, when finally, the hallway came to a dead end.And on that dead end was a  mirror with a layer of dust over it. Trey shook slightly.  He reached forward and wiped off some off the dust, causing him to sneeze. The mirror was old and had a long rusted crack in the middle, Trey squinted, he could see smudged wods over the reflective glass.

Bloody Mary

A voice whispered, Trey froze, his orange eyes wide with fright. His lips quivered slightly then he spoke.

"Bloody Mary...."

Instantly his hands moved to his mouth, wondering what made him say that. Surely he didn't want to wake the spirit of Blood Mary...right?

Bloody Mary

Trey's body shuddered, there it was again! That voice! Trey could feel his lips  began to move, and his voice croaked:

"Bloody Mary."

Was he not in control of his own body? Was this the mirror's doing??  Trey's eyes scanned  the mirror's cold surface, his eyes widening and pupils shrinking. His reflection was slowly turning into his dreaded nightmare. It was the reflection of...

"Bloody Mary..."

Bloody Mary's ghost laughed with evil glee.  Her dead, gray, corpse of a hand reached out, gripping Trey's throat. He gasped, her hands were so icy cold that it  burned. A single tear of anguishing pain slid down his pale cheek. Which she quickly wiped away.

"Do not be afraid little one,
For your time is done.
For death has found its way
this shall be your last day.
Trey Lantern
your clock has struck midnight."

and with that, her hand tightened around his small neck. Trey was powerless against her, she was just a mere phantom, a specter.  He could do no harm to her. A thin trickle of blood began dribbling down Trey's chin, his air way closed, he began gasping wildly.

"No one can save you! Foolish boy!
You are in my realm and you are my toy!"

She gripped his neck tighter. She filthy black nails digging  into the soft, tender flesh of his neck. Trey wailed in pain. As a reflex he brought his hand up and slapped her hand off his throat. Which, surprisingly worked, she hissed and unclenched her fist. Trey quickly bolted down the hallway, the people in the painting seem to cry at him, telling him to run. Few tears streaked his face, his fear of gore and death over powering his senses.

"I don't want to die!" He wailed with all his might. "Help me! Some one!" Thats when he tripped. Falling face first into the red carpet of the corridor. Trey slowly opened his eyes, his view was clouded and distorted. After blinking a few times he realized that he was face to face with Alec. Trey sighed with relief.

"Thank god its you Alec, I don't now what I'd do with out you." Trey spoke quietly standing up, and pulling Alec up with him, only, it was just his arm. Trey screamed in horror. Alec's limps have been cut off and his legs smashed by (possibly a sludge hammer). Alec  once electric green eyes, were now frozen in permeate pain. trey back up to the wall,  only to run into something behind him, it was a girl. with beautiful violet hair and a green and black tiara. She was hung by a chain rope from the ceiling. Hot tears rolled down his face.

"No..." Trey whispered, almost inaudible.  "K-Katana..." Trey, with great care, lifted her head up, the chains were embedded into her neck, causing thin streams of blood to drip  down her neck. Trey's bottom lip quivered as he gazed around the hallway. On the opposite wall was Jase, his body was cut off, and his head was carved like a jack-o-lantern, and siting on a table with a candle in his mouth, blood streaking down his eye sockets like tears. Trey began gasping for breath, gripping this chest, as though he was having a heart attack.

"I'm in a nightmare, when I wake up everything will be okay..."

Trey murmured, trying to reassure himself.

"That's what you think."

Trey slowly turned around, his body shaking violently. He already knew what he'd find when he turned around.

Bloody Mary smiled a sick twisted grin and with slick movements, snapped the bones in Trey's neck. He was dead before he his the blood stained carpet. His body landed on top of Alec's, in between Jase's ad Katana's.

A long time ago, before the power of the Fright Emblem began slipping, he vowed.
I won't go down by myself, but I'll got down with my friends.

And In the end of Trey's time, he was able to keep that promise.

Fin

Description
Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.
The steady beat of boots on  wooden floor of a long corridor. A boy...or man...about 18 years old walked down that very corridor. His silver boots making that very sound. He has messy brown hair, and red-orange eyes, with deep purple bags under them, as though he never slept in his life. He wore along sleeve yellow-orange shirt   with green straps over his chest. His long black cape trailing behind him. This boy was none other than Trey Lantern, the holder of the Fright Emblem, the power of Nightmares and darkness. Of course some one  who can wield the power of phobias  won't be scared of anything, right? Wrong. Trey, is scared of everything, from the dark to  Urban Legends. Trey brought his thumb to his mouth and began biting his nail nervously. If their was anything that could scare Trey into insanity its was blood. And Trey, being born on Friday the 13th, he's not the luckiest person around...

Trey looked nervously from one painting to another that hung on the corridor red velvet walls. They were gruesome pictures of people  being tortured. One was of a fat man with multiple tubes in his mouth, and getting his insides suck out of him. Another was a woman, who was having her beating heart ripped out of her chest.  Trey swallowed hard. His orange eyes bouncing from one horrid painting to another, when finally, the hallway came to a dead end.And on that dead end was a  mirror with a layer of dust over it. Trey shook slightly.  He reached forward and wiped off some off the dust, causing him to sneeze. The mirror was old and had a long rusted crack in the middle, Trey squinted, he could see smudged wods over the reflective glass.

Bloody Mary

A voice whispered, Trey froze, his orange eyes wide with fright. His lips quivered slightly then he spoke.

"Bloody Mary...."

Instantly his hands moved to his mouth, wondering what made him say that. Surely he didn't want to wake the spirit of Blood Mary...right?

Bloody Mary

Trey's body shuddered, there it was again! That voice! Trey could feel his lips  began to move, and his voice croaked:

"Bloody Mary."

Was he not in control of his own body? Was this the mirror's doing??  Trey's eyes scanned  the mirror's cold surface, his eyes widening and pupils shrinking. His reflection was slowly turning into his dreaded nightmare. It was the reflection of...

"Bloody Mary..."

Bloody Mary's ghost laughed with evil glee.  Her dead, gray, corpse of a hand reached out, gripping Trey's throat. He gasped, her hands were so icy cold that it  burned. A single tear of anguishing pain slid down his pale cheek. Which she quickly wiped away.

"Do not be afraid little one,
For your time is done.
For death has found its way
this shall be your last day.
Trey Lantern
your clock has struck midnight."

and with that, her hand tightened around his small neck. Trey was powerless against her, she was just a mere phantom, a specter.  He could do no harm to her. A thin trickle of blood began dribbling down Trey's chin, his air way closed, he began gasping wildly.

"No one can save you! Foolish boy!
You are in my realm and you are my toy!"

She gripped his neck tighter. She filthy black nails digging  into the soft, tender flesh of his neck. Trey wailed in pain. As a reflex he brought his hand up and slapped her hand off his throat. Which, surprisingly worked, she hissed and unclenched her fist. Trey quickly bolted down the hallway, the people in the painting seem to cry at him, telling him to run. Few tears streaked his face, his fear of gore and death over powering his senses.

"I don't want to die!" He wailed with all his might. "Help me! Some one!" Thats when he tripped. Falling face first into the red carpet of the corridor. Trey slowly opened his eyes, his view was clouded and distorted. After blinking a few times he realized that he was face to face with Alec. Trey sighed with relief.

"Thank god its you Alec, I don't now what I'd do with out you." Trey spoke quietly standing up, and pulling Alec up with him, only, it was just his arm. Trey screamed in horror. Alec's limps have been cut off and his legs smashed by (possibly a sludge hammer). Alec  once electric green eyes, were now frozen in permeate pain. trey back up to the wall,  only to run into something behind him, it was a girl. with beautiful violet hair and a green and black tiara. She was hung by a chain rope from the ceiling. Hot tears rolled down his face.

"No..." Trey whispered, almost inaudible.  "K-Katana..." Trey, with great care, lifted her head up, the chains were embedded into her neck, causing thin streams of blood to drip  down her neck. Trey's bottom lip quivered as he gazed around the hallway. On the opposite wall was Jase, his body was cut off, and his head was carved like a jack-o-lantern, and siting on a table with a candle in his mouth, blood streaking down his eye sockets like tears. Trey began gasping for breath, gripping this chest, as though he was having a heart attack.

"I'm in a nightmare, when I wake up everything will be okay..."

Trey murmured, trying to reassure himself.

"That's what you think."

Trey slowly turned around, his body shaking violently. He already knew what he'd find when he turned around.

Bloody Mary smiled a sick twisted grin and with slick movements, snapped the bones in Trey's neck. He was dead before he his the blood stained carpet. His body landed on top of Alec's, in between Jase's ad Katana's.

A long time ago, before the power of the Fright Emblem began slipping, he vowed.
I won't go down by myself, but I'll got down with my friends.

And In the end of Trey's time, he was able to keep that promise.

Fin