The Rebel Faction

The night was cold and wet, rain lightly patted down outside the man bedroom as Joe slept,he tossed and turned in his nightmare filled sleep,his dream was nothing more than LSR had oped that night,filled with dread and horror,but the fact remaind that the same old words ecoed in Joes head over and over again.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> 'The soul is nothing more than a prison...'<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->...over and over and over like a broken record.

The Black shadow stood at the end of the mans bed implanting all these words and faceless nightmares into his soft easy soul, his looks exsactly as in the picture below. The heavy hood gaurding his face with a dark shadow,the clothing comming fast his feet makeing it seem as if Reaper flaoted.

And then the words in Joes head stoped and changed to a loud banging staitment...again over and over it went.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ' You summond me in your dreams young man....what is it that you want?'<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->