The Three Plagues

The Dunkel Realm

The waves of deathly energy suffocated my every breath....
My vision appeared as if... I'm color blind possibly...? The environment was so bleak as I viewed my surroundings, almost as if I was peering through a pair of dirty spectacles covered in soot. No color at all. Just black and white. Lethargy plagued my every step down a bricked blackish path, leading to what appeared to be a black broken down building. Roof caved in at it's top leaving heaps of bricks lain about along different area's outside of this building. Everything else just seemed.... Rather smokey.... Air felt heavy, weighing down onto me. Leaving each lung breathless with each exhale. A strong metallic odor of blood mixed with mildew filled into my line of senses, followed by high pitched ear piercing shrills and shrieks? They sent my brain pulsating against the skull and horrible migraines so painful that receiving a smack on the head from a heavy object would be more relieving than this.... I just had to find a way out of whatever hell I was imprisoned within. That's when I raced to the abandoned crumbled down building to hopefully escape these painful shrieks. Blood squirted from my eardrums as the shrieks pierced deeply into the ear canal, hitting parts of the brain in the process. So much agony.... All in one moment I felt as if a spear had been chucked into one side of my head and out through the other, the pain sending me to my knee's gasping for air. I couldn't bear to stand any longer as both of my knee's felt too heavy to move. Kneeling into the grayish dirt, I felt the cold black soot upon the earth gently touch the side of my face. Sticking and smearing into my flesh. Temperature in the air would go from humid to cold in minutes as I lain dazed for what was feeling like hours.... I'm not too sure how long I heaved into the earth with blood oozing from each ear, deeply stinging into my earlobes.... "I... I must keep moving forward if I yearn to escape this vivid nightmare... Or... A lucid dream perhaps? Could I wake myself up?" I thought to myself silently. That's when everything in the air became completely silent. No wind, no noises, not even anything within the distance... Only my breathing and movements I could hear.. Chills lurked up my spine like a person running their clammy deformed finger through the creases of my back.. I became panicky and jumped in horror at my own movements, then, the sound of a fork, scrapping at the bottom of an empty plate rang loudly.. Causing me to all of a sudden turn around, heart ready to pounce right out of my chest, right at that very moment. Through the the tiny ash coming down like slow snow, I looked, just to witness a ghost.. Not just any ghost, the ghost of a man whose wife I had made a widow about five years back, back when I was getting my hands a bit dirty on the streets of New Campton. Dipping them in the dirt of the mafia's backyard... He looked exactly the same, as on that day, when I had put a straming bullet where his pineal gland rests, in the middle of his forehead. Chump never saw the bigger picture outside of escortion anyway.. Even the hole resonated in the middle of his forehead as I quietly crept near the table he was sitting at, was like a long dining room table, one of those real fancy one's that you would see in those drug lord movies. Blood was dried to his pale deathly skin. My heart felt as if it had sank down into the bottom of a barrel full of ice water. His eyes glared into mine, those fucking white pupils still haunt my nightmares to this day, it made my soul shiver. "Donni, is that you?" His asked, in a shrill deathly voice that screeched after the last word. "I've waited in this shithole for five fucking years Donni! Waiting for you, so I can choke every fucking ounce of air that's left in you! I'm sure those fancy cigars already did the number on that Donni." His two pale hands slammed down repeatedly onto the edge of the table, making the ash fly sideways off of the table. Pupils nearly bulging out of his sockets just to stare me down, making my bones shiver now. "You afraid of me Donni? You look like shit by the way, almost as if you've seen a skeleton crawl out from your closet ol' Donni. This place-This is my fucking world, I run this show, and your gonna play by every rule I make." I swallowed hard, just standing there frozen. My face can become more still than a Greek statue, in any given situation by now. Am practically numb to everything almost. "You remember, when working for my father? You made a pact? To always be loyal to the family? You broken branches off the family tree Donni. Your a snake, just as the devil himself was a snake. Tricking my father, my brother, and the rest of the family. Like the devil had tricked Adam and Eve into eating an apple. All for what Donni? For a fucking contract the Vespucci's had put on our heads! You would do just about anything for fucking money, even killing your own fucking blood! We took you in off the streets with that short dicked brother of yours and that penny slut sister to! We'll make you pay tonight with no problems. If you dare to break any of my rules than I'll skin that sister of yours alive and real slow. Make sure she feels me pull the skin off the muscle." My throat became clamped shut as I gasped desperately for some air, falling to my knee's holding my chest tightly. As I peered back up, everything appeared much closer to me. The table was directly next to me now, along with that chump standing over me. Near my backside was what appeared to be someone dressed in a black hooded robe, wearing an old rusted plague Doctor mask to cover their face, strange looking goggles kept their eyes hidden from my view. Another stood to my side with a wooden black bat in his grip, he swung it so suddenly at the side of my head, that, I didn't even see him swing it, was so sudden. Ears ringing from the hit and stinging pains slapping the side of my entire face, felt as if a bunch of hornets were sticking hundreds of stingers into my left cheek. Vision blacking out after the plague Doctor behind me swung a bat into the other side of my head, knocking me straight into the ash covered ground, couldn't see anything than, only hear and feel the three feet stomping on me nonstop. Eventually I suppose that I had passed out from the beating, or... Perhaps I'm dead?... And this is hell?