On the Second Night of Horror
Run Alice, they’re coming for you. Fleeing through the forest, trees ablaze, the stench of death and decay all around, the screams of innocents being slaughtered, the thundering sound of endless feet approaching. But amidst all this chaos, Alice started to feel a sense of... familiarity. Had... had Alice been here before. Yes. Yes she had. This was the place. Her home. Quel’thalas on the day the Scourge came marching. Alice stopped dead in her tracks. “No... I can’t be back here. Not HERE. not NOW. I can’t reli--” Alice’s thoughts were cut off by a gut wrenching scream. Alice knew that scream. A scream that was still seared into her mind, even after all these years. “Mom… Dad…” Alice ran as fast as she could towards the screaming. She knew what she would find, but she still had to go. Had to see if she could prevent it. But it was too late. He got there and saw the sight that forever haunted her. The corpses of her parents, her mother in pieces, being feasted on by Ghouls, and her father, stripped of his skin.
The Death Knight standing over the bodies slowly turned to face Alice. Time seemed to stop. The skies turned to an abyssal purple, the sun became a familiar eye, and shadowy tendrils slithered ever so slightly out of the treelines surrounding the area. Then Alice finally felt HIM. “N’zoth.” The Old God laughed. We meet again, Alice. What a troubling scene we’ve found ourselves in. Alice growled an otherworldly growl. “WE?! You brought us here! You fabricated this scene! Sculpted this hell from my repressed memories!” The Old God chuckled. Did I now? I’m merely along for the ride, to offer my assistance. You brought us here. Your wandering mind thought up the place. These are your memories, after all. I’m merely providing my services. Alice glared. “Services? What the actual FUCK could you possibly offer me?!” Alice felt the Old God smirking from beyond. A chance to save your dearest parents. You were a child back then, after all. Yet to embrace the blessings of the shadows. Alice stopped. She knew time was not to be messed with but... this chance, this offer... It was too tempting. “How?” The Old God was silent as the scene morphed, the sky returning to black, the sun losing the pupil, and the tendrils slithering back. Time itself rewound. Alice saw the gruesome scene play out in reverse. Go on then, save your precious family.
Alice knew better, but she couldn’t help herself. She leapt at the Death Knight, rage and sorrow filling her being. She let out an otherworldly roar that shook the dreamscape. Engulfed by her Voidform, her hands morphing into claws, four tendrils sprouted from her back, two from her sides, one under each arm, her flames flared up, and her facial details fading into a skull with sharpened teeth and an extra set of flaming eyes above her usual ones. The Death Knight was caught off by Alice, stunned by her appearance, the Knight sent minion after minion. Alice lashed out at them all, tearing through them, one after another. But as she did, more hordes rushed out of the treelines. They kept coming, never ending as Alice pushed her assault. Alice couldn’t hear the undead hordes falling before her and rushing at her, she couldn’t hear N’zoth chuckling in amusement and glee, and she couldn’t hear the Death Knight approaching her parents. What Alice did hear, though, were the screams from her parents as they once again fell. As the scene played out as it had before, Alice was overcome by the Scourge.
Time froze yet again, the undead on Alice fading away. The Old God’s presence returned. What a shame. Even with all your power, you still couldn’t save them. But I can offer you that push and edge you need to overcome the undead, beat the Death Knight, save your parents, and change history. Alice snarled, her body morphing back to normal. “Let me at them again, but I refuse to accept your dark offer of power. I can save them without your meddling. I just need to focus.” The Old God chuckled. If you say so. Go on then. Prove me wrong. The Old God vanished and time rewound.
Alice leapt at the Death Knight again, entangling him in shadowy tendrils and impaling his minions. The Scourge once again came from the treelines. Alice turned around, using her Voidflames to create a wall, hoping to slow the Scourge. But they ran through the flames, still coming at her, brushing off the flames like nothing. The Death Knight then broke free of her tendrils as though they were paper. The Scourge held Alice down as the Death Knight called forth more Ghouls and slowly approached Alice’s parents. Alice screamed for mercy, begged the Death Knight to take her and spare her parents. The Knight ignored Alice and continued to make his way to her parents.
Time seemed to slow as he returned. Time is running out, Alice. Accept my offer. Save your parents. Change history. Embrace my blessing. Embrace Nya’lotha. Alice gritted her teeth, struggling to break free from the Scourge holding her. She ignored N’zoth. Still resisting? Perhaps you need a bit more persuasion. A Void Window then opened before Alice. A scene played out within it. Alice saw her younger self. Being approached by Scourge after her parents fell. You see, dearest Alice, I’m on your side here. Nya’lotha is your ally. Alice watched as the undead surrounded her. Ready to end her. Young Alice curled up, weeping and awaiting the end. But Young Alice screamed, wailing. Yes, Alice remembered this, her mind was pushed beyond the edge, the wards on her mind helping control her untamed Telepathic abilities shattered. But wait, something was wrong here. Alice remembers the Light coming to her rescue after the wards broke. But in the Window, Alice saw the Void coming to her rescue. Shadowy Tendrils lashing out at the Undead. You see? I have always been there since the beginning. Now embrace Nya’lotha. Accept the pact. Save your parents from this fate.
Alice was being overwhelmed, all the while time was running out. Alice focused on the Knight moving towards her parents. He was almost at them. Tears burned down Alice’s face. “No... No! NO! STAY AWAY FROM THEM! PLEASE! STOP! TAKE MY LIFE INSTEAD! STOP! STOP!” The knight reached her parents. Alice found herself unable to look away as the deed once again played out. “NO! NO! NOOOOOO!” Alice rejected the Old God’s offer and sway. Her parents fell once again, history remained unchanged. Alice wailed so violently, the dreamscape around her faded into oblivion as Alice was ejected.
She awoke in her bed, weeping and breathing heavily. She felt beside her to find her lover, Sidda, beside her. Alice moved her hand along the scars on her back and pressed the infected wound on her abdomen. Pain shot through her body. This...This was real. Alice, still crying, carefully moved up from her bed, trying not to wake her lover. Alice stared longingly at Sidda, remembering why she is still fighting, and how her painful life journey was worth it to end up with her. But still, the pain from the past hurt. Looking at Sidda Alice couldn’t help but think Maybe... Maybe the past shouldn’t be rewritten. No price is worth losing this life. Losing her or the others. Alice moved out of the bedroom and into the den room. She sat on the couch, needing a moment. Alice looked out the window. The city was normal and the sky was... normal for her. Alice sighed with relief as she quietly wept on the couch until passing out.
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