Johns Fan-Fiction Draft

The storm just wouldn’t give up, its cold harsh winds cut through the night like a knife, blanketing the outside world in a carpet of white snow. The headlights of my car managed only served illuminate the impenetrable white wall. I was blind, but that was hardly going to stop me now. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept or taken a rest, I couldn’t remember anything but this dark winter night that just like some sort of nightmare, wouldn’t end. All I was running on now was pure adrenaline. Following nothing but my instinct I drove my way through the deserted empty suburb.

I found the grand mansion without any real trouble. Its large iron gates stood ajar allowing me to pass. Not a single soul could be seen in the courtyard and every window gave off a warm yellow light. It almost seemed welcoming. The front door also offered no resistance and opened up into a grand receiving hall. I held my gun at the ready and a gust of snow followed me in. Empty. Well this was unexpected, also a little unnerving. It was like they were expecting me.

I climbed the stairs and opened the door to the office. A man lay slumped across it, a pool of blood forming underneath him – this was a recent act.

“That’s quite enough Mr. Payne” an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind me. Before I had time to see who the mystery voice belonged to I felt a syringe being stabbed into my neck.

A green flash of light struck through head and my vision was obscured. I feel to the ground and began to writhe in pain as a million needles began to tear apart my skin.

“…enough…he…die”

I couldn’t make out the words as I saw the dark shadows of men in suits swiftly exit the room.

The room became a red blurry haze. Everything shifting in and out of focus, objects spiraling around me. I ran for the door, my body felt light and with each step I floated through the air in what seemed like slow motion. The room appeared to be stretching, becoming longer – the door more further away.

”Who’s there?!” a panicked woman’s voice called, from where I could not tell.

“Max? Is that you?” The voice spiraled around my head louder then quieter and louder once again.

I entered a long dark hallway; it seemed so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, it exited into what seemed to be a living room, papers were scattered everywhere and several candles kept the room alight with a unsettling yellow hue.

“Max – where are you? Max please” the voices continued to haunt me. I climbed the stair to the second story. A baby’s cry replaced the woman’s and I found myself in what seemed to be the baby’s room. A crib knocked over, sheets sprawled along the floor. The sight of it began to freak me out. I was panicking. I had to get out.

After blindly stumbling around varies rooms and doors I found myself in what seemed like an office or a study. Things seemed calmer hear. I noticed on the expensive looking wooden desk. That a letter sat neatly folded. It was like it was calling out to me. Asking to be read.

I picked it up and unfolded it.

There was something disturbingly familiar about the letter before me, the handwriting all pretty curves.

“Max.”

“You’re in a fan-fiction”

The truth split my skull open. A glaring light washed the lies away. I was in a fan-fiction

Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think off.

The walls were aflame and the room began to fill with a thick chocking smoke. I could feel the world slipping away from me; everything seemed to be happening to someone else, not me as I watched on. Finally I faded out of consciousness.