the devil trapped in his dreams

CHAPTER 1: "Just close your eyes, Jin, I know you're feeling tired but you can't die, not now, not ever." The voice was cold but soothing, the soft dark hands he felt on his head, was as cold as death, he could see the tears roll down this man's dark cheeks. "Jin," he mouthed, "Jin you have to wake up!!!"... Jin woke up sweating profusely, his head spinning, his eyes in wreck, his fair, glowing skin was now red with fear, he could only breath heavily, his hands finding his long hair. That dream again He finally muttered, his voice a shaky symphony. ... Jin Coe, a young fair, handsome teenager, always had a weird dream every night, he had mad to stop the from happening through every means pos- sible. But his riches couldn't save him, his mind was always a mess. The dark man suited in gold armor, the cold stare the fears, the cold hands, the affection... All made Jin wondered one thing, if 18 years old him was going nuts already. Sha- ring his fear to his friend was as good as useless, not alone his best friend Phil who never believed in superstitions. Phil's words were always plain and simple. "You're okay, Dude, don't be silly Jin... You're just under lots of pressure and stress lately." He always ended it with a laugh that said "yo! you are going nuts!" Jin had tried literally everything from charm amulets to cursed powder, to Realm rings, but still he would always fall into the hands of the unknown man. Finally he climbed out of bed, his legs collapsing on him, then he found himself staggering to the bathroom, his mind in disarray. His pale red eyes lost its usual glowing spirit, his black hair, a mantle of messiness. As Jin moved, he could see the fresh lime fruits, hung to his table, - for protection, and for him to have a sound sleep - The anger of disappointment mixed with frustration made him ponder on how he would be dream- bound, Could this be a premonition? The shadowy dark figure in his dreams was no imagination, It felt real, like it actually was happening or perhaps had happened. He kicked the table with little or no strength, his eyes, a catidel of numbness. Enraved with anger, a familiar sight caught his attention. Perhaps his last hope, or perhaps his unend- ing disappointment. It was a yellow card, it was given to him by Co- lleen, his friend at school who had recommended he goes to the adre- ss on the card and seek help. She had assured him that his problems would be solved but at a great price, but what was money to the richest CEO's son.... not when his sanity was on the line He grabbed it from the table His eyes gazing with dead hope The sadness was bold and clear "The Death Mansion." Wasn't bad to at least try, he dropped The book and headed for the ba- throom. He drove quietly to his school Everyone attention-focused on him His beauty was out of the world He had an angelic beauty, his skin glowing fairly to the red- bottom of the sun, his simple but elegant dressing threw the school into chaos. With his hands fixed in his pocket, he moved majestically into the huge prestige school. He could still see eyes on him, cameras set on him. Giggles made for him and glances thrown at him and he so loved it, he loved it when he played God and he was the god of the school. As he sauntered in with pride, he felt a cold breeze suddenly brushed him, a particular footstep suddenly become more pronounced, the sound of someone heart its vibration became so loud, then Jin felt it, that cold touch... "Hello?" The voice jolted Jin back to life. It was his best friend Phil, but he felt it, some- one walked past him, with the same aura as the blurred shadows fir- gure, Jin took a peep, amongst the crowd, he could see the back view of a man, tall, clo thed in cheap suit, his hands dark ,his hair blonde, like the figure, his physique slim but bewitching, the was no doubt about it, it was him.