R.I.P. January 20th, 2009

This is my scary story for Halloween =O

I awoke in darkness, a strange euphoria of murky chills engulfing all of my senses until a refreshing wave of numbness took control of my body. My wrists twinged with pain and my elbows cried out in extreme discomfort as they were, locked together above my tender head. Touches of rusted metal seemed frozen against my joints, clutching me to the wall and I noticed my bare, crusted feet standing in a shallow pool of dampness.
My eyes strained in the weak light and saw a figure through the gray haze. He was hunched over a small, broken table across the room beside the decaying wax of a candle with a short future, his smooth head creating a thin outline against the aged stone backdrop to which he faced.
“Something beautiful is about to happen,” he spoke in a strangely recognizable tone. As he turned to face me I made out his immaculate, well-kept and most out of place suit jacket, seemingly glistening in the faint glimmer of the flame. The dark skin of his hands seemed cool and refreshed as his limber fingers rearranged his silk tie.
“Aren't you excited?” he asked. Suddenly I gasped as a horrifying sense of recognition clenched my sickened stomach. He took another step towards my defenseless, hanging face and smiled, that charismatic, friendly, oh-so-reassuring smile we all loved so much. But not me, I now understood.
“I'm going to bring this world into a new era, and reinvent the term freedom,” he enunciated the final word. “Oh there will be change alright,” he paused, “unless you, and only you, say otherwise.”
My mind burned to say “NO, NOT THIS CHANGE,” but as I moved to speak, my torn, bloodied mouth couldn't. Something was missing.
“That's what I thought,” he grinned, unveiling a small, red piece of flesh from his hand to me. With that he walked away in a fit of laughter, leaving me wide-eyed, helpless and struggling until I felt myself go limp into darkness, fading away with the dying light of the candle.