You fear death. You think that dying would be the worst thing to happen to you.
If you ever met some of the people I visit regularly, they would laugh in your face. They would scream, if they could.
You fear a plane crash. The inevitable collision, the darkness. You fear going to sleep one night and then for some reason never waking up again.
The thought of the end of your life terrifies you.
What if I told you there are so, so many worse things than the end? What if I told you that what I am capable of makes even Death shiver and recoil?
You know that car wreck they talked about on the news last week? Death wanted that young man, but the shrapnel went into his skull at such an angle that he lived, instead of dying on the spot.
He should have died, but as chance would have it, he is now in a coma. Non-responsive, but his relatives are still hopeful.
I have him now. And I have time on my hands.
More than anything, I have time.
My name is Agony. And unlike Death, you will never see me coming.