Insomnia

When I sleep I hear the sound, when I wake I see the lights, and sometimes when I dream I see it. I know day by day it's coming closer, day by day I'm being drained, day by day it's getting stronger. I cannot last much longer... but my team must make it, prove it is possible. We must escape from them, the first and hopefully not the last; we hike on and on but behind us they're gaining sped and soon they may be reality! By then no one left will survive.

We walk on afraid to stop. Finally we stop... it better not be final. I know we must move but we cannot. We are cold, tired, and extremely hungry. A mist appears ahead, it may be him. He died so long ago but his mind remains. The more he kills the more powerful he gets.

Not many people know of him, it may already be too late. The mist is growing, rising, forming!! I call for help from my friends but they're fast asleep. A sudden whirring noise around me and the mist is gone... Has he attacked my mind? Or has he just tracked where we are to kill us another time?

But the next day my fears are confirmed. It came again, and again the next day, and again, and again, and again. Each time draining more and more of our energy. We fight on through the snow accepting his attacks without hesitation cause we all knowthat the only other choice is death. The only thing that keeps us going is not strength, for we have none, but pure determination. And that the first and only city we would pass is near. Finally Zac, one of my crew's most loyal, gave in and was completely absorbed into the day-by-day-getting-stronger mist. We carried his body for we know that if he is buried he'd want to be buried in a free soiland not the soil that day by day is threatened by the mist. I clung to his body though I know not why.

One night while we are cutting through the impossibly thick snow the wind chilling our necks the trees bending in fright it comes but no longer is it a mist. I lifted my head afraid of what might come... a face tender yet narrow, weather beaten yet smooth. He was clear, clearer than ever before and then I knew we could go on like this no longer. It was battle... or die. But not the normal way. Our minds our souls worn down so much that we couldn't resist we would be parted with ourselves body and soul never to meet again. But how can people kill a mind? It was his will to survive and his will was carried out. It's Cantos the "clown" in our group that got the idea... we all were thinking our hardest with the most complicated theories when he who had been thinking more simply yelled out: "I've got it!" Then he launched into an explanation on how since it was the mist's will to survive that probably it wouldn't wish it again, so if we could bind the mist with a certain body we could maybe even kill the mist! How? How?! The only possible way would be for the mist to attack an empty body, the mere core of life. The next attack is nearing we cannot make it to the city tonight. The dreaded hour is nearing the mist will come again to finish its job right on time.

We walked on shivering with the last of our strength in the cold wind. NO... NOOO!! The mist forms ahead into the exact shape of the man killed so long ago. The end is near. I heaved the dead body of Zac to stand between me and the deadly mist The mist is trapped in Zac but also runs into me! A loud crack! That is all, and part of the mist is in me. These are the last words I will write... Zac or the mist is stabbed and Cantos sobbing raises his sword to me. To save the world I must go, the earth will soon be safe and peaceful once again. I do not know what will happen to the group or my body but the world is safe... All goes dark.