5

 

Dan's *POV*

I walk down the busy streets, head down, hands in pockets. You would think that I would be used to having people walk through me instead of getting bumped into by now, but no. It still hurts. The feeling of being less than. You are completely invisible and everyone is oblivious. They don't notice you. And trust me, after being in a band for sometime, you get used to being noticed...all the time.

I pass an empty ally way, where I decide to turn into. I walk down slowly, my head down, hands still in pockets. "D-Dan?" I hear someone pipe up from behind me. I stand up straight, stiffening. Chills roll down my spine as I notice the familiar voice, "Dan!" I hear footsteps run towards me, and next thing I know, I have two arms wrapped around me from behind.

I turn around to see the person I thought it would be. Tears start rushing down my face as I see Woody standing in front of me. Speechless, I take him into my arms, crying into his shoulder, "Are you alright?" He asks me. His body is warm and I can feel his heart thumping in his chest, "You're as cold as death! Where have you been?! Everyone has been worried sick, mate!" I stare at him for a minute, shaking, as I fit the pieces together.

"You're....You're alive?" I ask him. Woody stares at me as if I have two heads.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I? You are too-" I shake my head as he says that last sentence and he freezes. I can literally hear his heart shatter in his chest. I look into his now broken eyes, tears streaming down both of our faces, "No..." He whispers, "No that can't be." He shakes his head and covers his mouth with one hand.

"You were dead too! Don't you remember?! We were all dead! How are you alive?!" I yell, my vision starting to blur.

"Dan..." Woody shakes his head, "We never died."

"What? B-But Cassie and I watched you die. They killed you!"

"Who, Daniel?! Who killed us?" Woody throws his arms out as he raises his voice at me.

"The demons! They killed you and Kyle! Then I had to kill myself to save Cassie because they killed her! Then Will committed suicide!"

Woody chuckles to himself, "What demons, Dan? What are you talking about?"

"In the insane asylum!"

"No, Daniel. I'm sorry, but none of that happened. And who the hell is Cassie?"

"You're kidding me, right now..."

"No, Dan. I think you're kidding yourself." Woody turns around, and walks to the end of the alleyway, where he fades away into thin air. I stand there, unable to process everything that has just happened. 

Daniel, it isn't that confusing.

Come on Danny, you know that they died, you were there.

No. They can't be back...no.

Oh yes, we are very much back.

Matter of fact, we never left.

And know that you know we are still here, and Cassie, aka Nina, knows that you are here...

...we are going to go pay her a visit.

"NO!" I yell, "No! Please, Please, no...I'll do anything."

Oh, you are so pathetic.

But since we pity you, we will leave her be.

Buuuuut, you have to give us something.

"Like what?" I growl. I am not liking where this is going, and I know that I am going to regret this.

Your soul.

"MY WHAT? FUCK NO!"

Okay.

Fine.

Where's Nina.

"FINE. Fine. You can have it...." I sigh, my face falls, and my heart sinks.

Great!

Good boy, Daniel!

Now sign this contract.

A glowing piece of paper falls in front of me, a feather with ink on the tip appears in my right hand. I can't believe I am doing this. I pick up the paper and scribble my name at the bottom. An evil laughter fills the air as the paper and feather fade away.

It has been done.

Now to continue.

I feel something enter my body, sending pain through out me. A loud scream escapes my lips as evil courses through my veins. I fall to my knees as I slowly feel my heart beat in my chest. Air enters my lungs. 

It's done.

You're living but under our control.

I look into a puddle of filthy water to see that my eyes are completely black. I yell, jumping back.

Heh. You can used to it.

"Shut up..." I grumble. A sharp pain fills my heart, causing me to scream.

DON'T TELL US TO SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING FILTHY MUTT.

I know I can beat them out. They may be in my body, but I know I can over power them. I weakly get to my feet, my knees shaking. They air is much dirtier than I remember five years ago. I walk slowly and weakly out of the alleyway. Turning the corner, I make my way to Nina's old house, knowing she be there soon.