Homaniod shapes apear on the outskirts of the firy pit. Their muscular bodies and bare torsus gave them a human look, but the way they walked unevenly on two legs obviously showed that they were much more comfortable on all fours. As I'm staring a dark shadows streches over me. I whip around and some one, with a knife gliterring in the light, is standing over me with a smug grin on his scard face. I scream and fall back crashing down the stairs, my head banging into each one. I land on the hot concrete of my basement floor and scramble up. Deep growls escape the mussels of my next challenge. I dash awaymy heart pounding out of my chest when somethning on all fours jumps on me. It lets out another menacing growl and was just about to tear me open when a voice yells to back off.  

Strong human hands yank me off the floor. I stare up at perhaps the scariest thing I have ever seen. The reflected fire made his face look red and burns covered half his face, blistering and scarring it. One eye is completly out and just a black hole is left while the other is wide open and blood red. He's chaped lips closed tightly in a strait line. The only thing left of his eyebrows are bloody lines roughly cut in his lethery skin. As I look away I notice both his hands are blisterring, birght red, and swelling to twice their normal size. I look up again. Sudenly I reconize him. Behind the revolting bloody mess is my father. My eyes widen and I jerk back in surprise. 

"Dad?" I ask akwardly my voice shaking. 

He laughs. "No, your father is dead."