Welcome To The Nightmare, S.K Nuanes [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

had a smile, and black surrounding the eyes, the rest of it was white.
The demon pulled out a whip; this isn’t going to be good…
He walked over to the side where I had the most intense burn marks, he cracked the whip hard on the burn marks, I moaned in pain.
I was starting to wonder if Robert was going to track my cell phone or me.
Then an arrow shot through the demons head, killing him. He fell backwards on the ground. I looked up there was Robert and Nina.
“Hey buddy.” Robert said shouting; he jumped over the balcony while Nina took the stairs down.
“Was beginning to wonder if you would ever show up.” I said, trying to talk.
“Sorry would been here sooner.” Robert said, walking over to me.
Nina saw me and was staring at me in shock, “What did they do to you?”
I sighed then said, “Well laying here for a week, with nothing but torture effects someone’s appearance.”
“We should get you out of here.” Robert said, looking at the chains.
“Can’t break them, or anything really. I have tried, and I am sure my wrists are broken.” I said, in pain.
“Nina stay with him, while I look around this room. To see if there is a release button or something.” Robert said, walking back up to the balcony to look around.
Nina nodded then looked at me then asked, “Are you ok?”
I looked at her and tried to have a smile, but ended up only being able to whisper, “I am still alive.”
She frowned looking at all my wounds, “How can they be so cruel to you?
“They’re demons Nina, not bunnies.” I whispered.
Robert pulled a lever, where it released the chains from my ankles and wrists, he quickly rushed over to the table and pulled out the sword, and it returned to a dagger form.
He put it his pocket, and helped me sit up.
I groaned in pain then looked at the door, “Someone is coming, block the door.”
Robert dashed over to the door; he pushed a huge chest in front of it.
Then he hurried back over to the table then said, “There is no other way out of here.”
“What are we going to do?” Nina asked trying to help me sit up.
Robert ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure out a plan.
“We have a human and a cripple.” Robert said, trying to figure out the best way to get all of us out.
“I am way to weak to do anything.” I said, groaning in pain.
Nina looked around and saw something, she hurried over to it and a secret door opened.
Then Nina ran and grab my belongings, that were kept in the same room, as I was.
“Well hopefully this leads out to the car.” Nina said.

Robert helped me walk, by throwing one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me walk. We got into the secret passageway, and hurried outside.
I probably was leaving a trail of blood; we arrived outside to a white 11 Jeep.
Robert got me into the back seat, while Robert and Nina sat in the front.
Nina was driving, she put it drive, and we took off.
“We need to get him some substances soon.” Robert said, looking at Nina. She sighed then said, “Where should we go?”
After an hour of driving, we stopped at a house; it looked more like a bed and breakfast.
Robert helped me get out and we walked up to the door, there was a sign that said, “Please Knock.”
Robert knocked on the door, and then a woman opened the door. She stared at me; Robert pulled her out of the house, and took us in a blind spot of the inn.
“Hurry up, we probably need to keep on the road.” Robert said, looking around.
I snapped the woman’s neck, and sunk my teeth into her; I hadn’t fed in a long time. Which made this meal sweeter.
She wasn’t the best, but it seemed the best, since it was all I have had.
When she was completely drained, I dropped her to the ground.
My face had healed up, but my chest and torso still looked gruesome to many.
I walked limping back to the jeep, but I was able to walk on my own.
Nina looked at me then said, “You look kind of better.”
“Let’s just get back to town.” I groaned in pain.
Nina nodded, once Robert got in the jeep we drove off back to town.
“So I am guessing, Nina leveled up on her Demon Hunting Skills?” I asked.
“Yeah, she has mastered the bow and arrow. Now she is working on dagger throwing.” Robert said, with a laugh.
“Still was risky bringing a human in there.” I mumbled under my breath.
Robert sighed then said, “I know, but she wanted to come and help.”
“Saving a demon, that doesn’t happen all the time.” I said, looking out the window.


We arrived back at the house; I limped all the way up the stairs, and fell onto my bed.
The burn marks felt as if they burning my skin off of me.
I groaned in pain, I managed to roll onto my back, Nina walked in and looked at me, “Hey, can I get you anything?”
I looked at her then smirked then said, “No, I am ok.”
She laid down on the bed, “You are hurting aren’t you?”
I sighed then looked at her, “Yeah, I’m ok now. I am glad I have you and Robert.”
“Can you please tell me, why they were doing that to you?” Nina asked, looking into my eyes. Really wanting to know the truth.
I exhaled then said, “I’m not the average demon…I am the son of Satan.”
She stared at me then sighed, turning away, “I don’t believe you.”
“I am blood related, to him. But do know I am nothing like him. I hate him.” I said, trying to convince her I wasn’t going to hurt her.
Once someone hears the name Satan, and saying I was his son. They believe I will follow in his footsteps.
I exhaled then waited for her to reply, “Can’t believe this.”
"I haven't given in to the demon inside, so they were torturing me to see if I could snap into a killing spree." I exhaled, looking at a window.
"Why haven't you killed me yet." Nina said, glaring at me with dagger like eyes.
“Please, listen to me Nina. I am not like him. I hate him.” I said, hoping she wouldn’t get up and leave.
“How do I know I can trust you?” Nina asked, rolling over to her side to look at me.
“If I was like him, you would be dead.” I said, softly, then having a sharp episode of pain.
“So I should trust you?” Nina asked, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed then said, “I fight demons, and I been fighting myself to keep my humanity. As long I have it, I will have feelings.”
“What is your demon name?” Nina asked, rolling to her side and reaching for her purse. She pulled out a Ipad.
“You aren’t going to find me on any social media site. If that’s what you are doing.” I said, with a laugh.
“I am not, while you were missing I found a library you could say, a lot of information on demons. So if I type in the name, we can find out a lot about him.” Nina said, leaning on the pillows.
“You don’t want to know him, or have anything to do with him.” I said, trying to sit up.
“Listen, stop being a idiot.” Nina said, rolling her eyes.
Then she looked at one of the burn marks, it was turning black, and I let out a low growl, it felt as if a knife was stabbing in. And under the mark, felt as if fire was trying to break through my skin, although it wouldn’t break out.
“Robert”! Nina shouted, getting off the bed.
Three seconds later, Robert rushed in, “What’s wrong?” Robert asked.
She pointed to the burn mark that was growing, and turning black.
“Did this just start happening?” Robert asked looking at me.
I groaned in pain, “Just now, what do you think!”
“What’s up with him?” A female voice asked.
We all looked over there stood Arthena.
“Who are you?” Nina asked, standing bit close to Robert.
Arthena had on a white short jacket on, a blue tank top, black shorts on, and black high heels.
She fixed her hair then said, “I am Arthena, and he killed Draven.”
Arthena pointed her finger at me, Robert looked at her then said, “Um, yeah about that.”
“I never really liked him anyway.” Arthena said, as she lowered her finger, as she sighed.
“This isn’t a good time.” I groaned in pain.
Arthena walked over to the other side of the bed, she looked at the bruises and burn marks
“Looks like you had a little run in with someone who doesn’t like you.” Arthena said, noticing the burn mark that was getting worse.
“Just get out now.” Robert said, annoyed.
It was rare to see him, getting stressed out like this.
Arthena sat on the bed then turned towards them then said, “I can help him.”
“How?” Nina asked, unsure what Arthena was.
Arthena chuckled at Nina, “I am a witch, hun. I can heal him.”
“Thought you hated me.” I said, low.
Arthena laughed then said, “I do, but something about you. Makes me want to help, plus I want to be the one to kill you."
“How do we know you aren’t going to kill him?” Nina asked, narrowing her eyes.
Arthena laughed then said, “I won’t, now if you two will step out into the hall.”
Robert guided Nina out, and they closed the door behind them.
She pulled out some herbs, and mixed them together, which created a weird scent in the room.
Then she put her hands in the bowel, then she placed her hand on the burn mark, it was cold as ice, then she rubbed it on the other burn marks, bruises, and cuts.
“There you go.” Arthena said, opening a window.
I stood up then asked, “Why would you help me?”
“Call it one immortal helping another.” Arthena said, with a laugh.
I raised my eyebrow then said, “What do you want in return?”
She looked at me then shrugged, “Why do you think I want something back?”
“Don’t lie, I know you want something.” I said low, watching her.
Arthena shrugged then said, “Maybe I do, maybe it just a act out of kindness.”
I laughed with some sarcasm, then grabbed her by the arm, “Tell me, you never do anything out of kindness. Especially immortals.”
“If you can be a sweetie, why can’t I?” Arthena said, winking at me then walking towards the window.
“Don’t call me sweetie.” I said, glaring at her until she turned around.
She put her hands on her hips, and then laughed then said, “Why not, you are sweet aren’t you.”
I narrowed my eyes at her and rushed over to her, and placed my hand and grabbed her throat.
“I don’t trust you.” I snarled low.
"Trust is something we need, since hell will be coming soon. Its like oxygen, when you are in a burning building. You need it, and should give it to others."
"What do you mean?" I growled low.
Arthena smiled, but she didn't say anything. As if it was some kind of inside joke.
"I will be in touch.” Arthena said, with a smile jumping out the window.
I never have much luck with women, it seems.
After all these years of being ‘alive’