Called Upon

It came to me, crawling on hands and knees. Face contorted, drawn deeply with a frown. A croaking voice emmited from dust laiden lips, hissing words incoherantly. I could only weep, as it helplessly stretched for me. Coarsely speaking my name, "Save me" it begged. My voice shrill with despair cried, "I am no savior!" I am incapable... Its cold leathery hand touched mine, visions spurred.

Laughter, amber hair, soft music vibrating of pale blue walls... Fear pulsated through my veins as images turned. A dank ally floor darkened by blood. Nothing I could do...

It fell limp and I watched the grotesque cadaver disintergrate to ash...