The door shook on its hinges and I blinked. Maybe if I ignore it, it will just go away. Wishful thinking, I know, but maybe-BANG! BANG!
This time the frame around the door bent, hinges whining in protest of the pressure. Fear, alive and terrible, climbs from my heart, racing to my mind. If it reaches my mind, I’ll be lost.
No. I won’t let it get there. This time I’ll fight, but I won’t have to do it alone.
The door buckles and then explodes. Shards and splinters fly out and I duck to avoid a particularly large sliver. A few pieces scrape my arms, but I ignore the stinging because of the thing in the doorway.
He is grotesque. And huge. His eyes are red, and saliva drips from his lips.
“I am fear…I am terror…” He doesn’t move his lips, but his voice fills my mind. I cover my ears with my hands and sink to my knees. The voice is crushing.
When I finally look up, the monster is striding towards me, a confident grin twisting his lips. He thinks he’s won, but unfortunately for him, I am a fighter.
I jump up, fake a punch with my left hand and swing hard with my right. My arm goes numb as my knuckles connect with his face, and the monster snarls, startled. He was not expecting this.
He reaches for me, but I twist away and place a well-aimed kick to his hip. He stumbles, but with surprising agility pivots and grabs my by the throat.
His nails bite into the skin at my neck, and I struggle to breath. He leans in close. “It’s no use fighting. I can feel your fear. You are no match for me.”
The horrible sound of his voice echoes in my mind, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out. I claw at his wrists, and while I feel his grip slacken, he doesn’t let me go.
But at least I am fighting.
My foot connects with his kneecap, and he growls in frustration. My knee connects with his stomach, and he snarls, squeezing my neck harder. I think I can feel blood trickling down my neck, but I am too distracted by the change to care.
The monster feels the change, and his red eyes dart around, searching for what it is.
“You didn’t think I would be stupid enough to face you alone, did you?” I rasp, trying to sound confident.
He bares his teeth and roughly shoves me to the ground. When I scramble to my feet, I see he has part of the door in his hands. He lunges at me then, door swinging down towards my heart.
I close my eyes, confident that he won’t be able to touch me.
The frustrated howl of the monster lets me know that I am right. I open my eyes and grin. The monster is swinging the door at me, but an invisible shield now separates us. He can’t touch me.
Something catches my eye, and I turn to find whispy figures standing next to me. They remind me of my friends and family in a way. “Who are you?”
A misty figure looks at me and smiles wide. “We’re the prayers! Those who love you would not let you do this alone.”
A second figure places transparent hands on my arm, and strength floods my body. Fills my mind. Calms my heart. The figure glares at the monster. “Now we can destroy this monster! He is weakening already!”
I look at the monster, and as his blood eyes look at me and my army, he shrinks. His muscles deflate, and he moans. A misty prayer hands me a metallic sword. “Finish him.”
I grip the sword so tightly my knuckles turn white. My invisible shield extends beyond me as I walk, and the monster backpedals. “Too long have you tormented my mind,” I spit fiercely. “Too long have you held me back.”
The monster snarls and lunges for me, and I bring up my sword, jumping to meet him.
His body slides heavily onto the point and the weight of him is crushing, but I hold my ground. His hot, sulphur breath waifs over my face, but I don’t care because I’ve done it. I’ve killed the monster. He takes a final, shuddering breath, and then vanishes, taking all his fear, anguish, and terror with him.
My shield shimmers in approval, and my misty prayers rejoice. There was a struggle , of course there was. But I won. The monster is beaten and I have won.