The mist rolled silently across the dark marshes. A lone figure picked their way cautiously across the hazardous terrain, their way lit only by the pasty light of the moon overhead. The rumours were spreading, thick and fast. Nearly 5 years since it happened. Nearly 5 years since they gave up. After everything they'd been through...still they were defeated once more by the one they despised with every fibre of their being. Every vein, every heartbeat, every pulse; all thumped in time to the hatred and the conflicted feelings in their owner's soul. The figure stopped, their shadow stretching across the ground like a dark tear through the land. Staring down at the water beneath them, flowing up from beneath like inky blood trickling by. Their hands went to their face, pulling away at something. A pair of sunglasses came off in their hands. The figure bowed their head as silent, pearly white tears trickled down their pale, moonlit features. Tears that welled up from their eyes. A pair of crooked, demented eyes that didn't belong to them. They belonged to the one they hated. The one they hadn't been able to kill; the one who had nearly killed them. Their shoulders shook as they sobbed quietly, their cries of despair unheard as they were smothered by the black silence of the marshes. The one who cried was known as Ian Stapleton, or once more widely known as his former youtube alias, SSundee. He used to have it all; friends, family. The worst he'd had to worry about was not getting a video out on time for his fans. That was before...before the suffering, before the misery and the hurt. The heartbreak and murders. The bloodlust and hate that had clouded his judgement... Before Derp SSundee... Before the fateful question, still graffitied on walls and printed in newspapers.

Are you afraid to die?...

You thought it was the end...it's only just begun.

Originally published: circa October 2014
Edits to book made: 9/4/2019-11/4/2019