“Just put the fucking matches down, and let me help you!” She screams, his eyes nervously twitch, moving from the match stick in his hand, to the box in the other, and then to her, and back again, “Toby! For fuck sake, LISTEN to me! Whatever shit you’ve gotten yourself into, it’s not as bad as you think, let me share the burden, let me help you!” She yells.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” He screams as he flicks the match against the box, but, it fails to ignite.
“NO!” She screams as she rushes towards him, he swings wildly, connecting a solid right hook to the side of her head, sending her crashing to the ground. For a few seconds, she lies dazed on the ground, beforr scrambling to her feet, shaking her head vigorously as she tries to gather her bearings, then, looks up at him, as her blood runs down her face, her nose a mess, and her left eye slowly begins swelling up, forcing it to close completely. But, through the pain, she pushes forward, and clenches her teeth together in anger. “Toby, for FUCK SAKE, STOP!”
“I-I-I, I can’t, it won’t let me, I have to.”
“Who won’t Toby? Tell ME?”
“The thing in my dreams, it comes to me, it tells me all the horrible things it’s going to do, tells me how it’ll end, and how I need to do this, how I-I…” He pauses and stares at the floor wide-eyed, his lip quivers, then he looks back at her. “I have to do this,” he says, striking the match again, it sparks to life, and he lets it drop, as the match falls into the gasoline, the room is engulfed with light, he feels the heat hit him, tearing at his flesh, wave after wave, his throat burns, his eyes explode, and then, nothing, the pain, gone, and he stands naked, in darkness, as it stares back at him.
“W-W-Where am I?”
“You are in the place between the now and the then, the past and the future, you are in my realm, outside all that is,” it says in a cold, raspy voice, like fingernails along a blackboard.
“W-Why?” He asks nervously, the beast almost laughs, as it takes a step towards him.
“That’s something you should’ve asked before you made your journey,” it says, as it’s size doubles and it engulfs his tiny frame into itself. “It’s something, YOU should all ask yourself, before making your way to me,” it says, as somewhere, lost within its soulless, empty, black eyes, Toby screams for forgiveness, and for you, to stop it.