I found myself standing in a land of mist. It was all around me and I couldn't see even a foot in front of myself. This shouldn't be upsetting, yes it was unusual but I had been in weirder places. Yet I could feel the bile in my throat rise as a fear unlike anything I had ever known over took me. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore the mist cleared. As I looked around I saw row upon row of graves. About 15 feet in front of me stood a lone figure with its back to me. I called out but it either didn't hear me or refused to answer. I studied the figure and discerned from its curves and stature that it was a woman dressed in a black ninja suit......what an appropriate color for the setting. I could see a sword on her back and what I assume is a silver bracelet on her right wrist. No other ornaments or weapons are visible though I have the feeling that there are more hidden.
I hesitantly took a few steps forward calling out a greeting again but the woman did not move from the open grave. I decided this was pointless and strode forward until I was but two feet from her. I started to reach out my hand to touch her shoulder but a chill coursed through my body. I shook it off and finished what I started. As my hand connected with her shoulder I got an eerie feeling I couldn't quite place. I told myself I was being silly. Sure it is a graveyard but the woman was hardly a threat. As she turned toward me she took off her mask. I gazed into a face I knew well and realized that I had made a grievous error. She was not here visiting loved ones, as I had believed. No the graves belonged to her, containing the bodies of those she has killed.
Before I could utter a sound she had her sword out and used it. I stared down in shock at the hilt of her sword sticking out from my stomach. With two quick movements she spun me around and removed the sword from my body. Without a sound I fell backwards into the waiting grave. With my last breath I stared into the eyes of my killer and knew them to be my own.
With a sudden gasp Larissa sat up in bed. Her sheets were soaked with sweat as was her body. She knew trying to go back to sleep would be pointless. The same nightmare had visited her for the last 4 nights, ever since that talk with her father. Could he be right? Was she nothing more than a tool for his amusement and use? Larissa knew he had intended for her to be an instrument of death from the moment she was born. It was not a path she wished to follow.....it would only lead to death. Oh maybe not a physical one, if she was smart that would be a long time coming. Yet it would most certainly kill her soul. Just as her doppelganger had done in the dream. She would choose a different path.