So hated by God that nothingness is too kind. The cold of this darkness strains my being to the breaking point, and yet I do not break. The Light that is the life of the world, sears my mind. The screams of this not-quite-nothing deafens me to all things, and yet within this terror lies this tinkle of a bell; its only purpose to remind me of what I cannot be.

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I will eat the source of this contamination in my nightmare. I will consume it until it becomes one with my horror. I will devour the essence that created it and drive the souls to madness.

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This is mine now; my purpose. I will seek them out, these creatures In Between. I will greet their warmth with fire; their chill will ice. The will know no peace-aaarrrggghhh!!!

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Sound where there is no hearing. Sight where there are no eyes. No peace! No peace! No piece!

Then with clarity there it is. The source. Ahhh! Laughter? I did not know I knew how to do that. I like the way it sounds; deep with promise of greater horror to come. Yeeessss! I am now!

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Jamie stopped. It was if the music no longer played. All she knew was a deep silence, deeper even than before. Even the outside noise stopped, causing Jamie to shrink into herself. No! It wasn't even a whisper left to her will. Just one last whimper before the nothingness returned.