Death

As the fingers on my throat tighten ever so slightly, my heart thumps in beat with the hum of energy cloying the air. It's static electricity edged with something tangible, some kind of fullness that brings it to life. 

Almost as if power is thickening the air around me. 

Hel's grin only grows as she sees the surprise and terror in my eyes. 

I don't move, and I hardly breath just in case any movement might set off the person behind me. If they are even a person. My heart skips a beat at who this might be. But I just don't want to believe it. 

Too many unbelievable things are happening, I wonder if I started to lose touch with reality. 

Or if I have truly found myself in a new one. One where my beliefs are obliterated over and over until all I know is that I know nothing. 

A very real and male chuckle skates along my neck, and I can feel each breath of air on my very soul.