Chaos unBound?

I sit up gasping, my heart hammering. "Holy shit! That was weird...." I look around and find myself back in my apartment. It was silent which made me assume my roommate was gone. Sighing I flop back onto my bed and reflect on that strange dream.

"That wasn't a dream......It was, IS real. This is just the first stop on this midnight train to chaos and madness."

I shot up and out of my bed looking around for the source of the voice. There is no one there.

"Where are you? What sort of bullshit is this!?" I was on my feet at that point, trying to compose myself as I ran out of my apartment.

"I am here," Discord appeared in front of me. "And over here and over there and lastly up there." With each word he appears in a new place. "I am everywhere and nowhere."

Fuck logic. I stare at him, eyes twitching. "H-How?"

"I am chaos incarnate...The laws of physics do not apply to me. So..." He looks at me, his eyes flashing. "As you would so eloquently put it reality is my bitch."  I was frozen, too terrified to move, i knew that i could not escape, especially if he could do that. His smile grew wider and wider as he appraised my terror. "Ah, i love that look on your face, such pure terror. Its so beautiful." With each word he stalked closer to me, until he was in my face. "And its oh so appealing."

I felt his breath on my face, hot and cold at the same time. His eyes sparkled with mirth and he moved closer, whispering. "I don't see why your scared, you will soon no longer be alive..." He smiled a gain and slowly faded away...

My body exploded into pain again, my eyes melting, reforming and melting again, and again, and again.

I could feel it, something crawling over me, in me. Like millions of worms writhing in a corpse, like oil sliding off the skin. It was horrifying. Nightmares were paradise compared to this. MY screams echoed around and came back even louder than they were released, mocking me. Laughing at me. Taunting me. I tried to escape, tried to move, tried to obtain some kind of release from this hell. I focused on that, through the pain all I saw myself running. And that is what I began to do, by sheer willpower I began to laboriously climb to my knees.

"Are you trying to escape?" It was Him. "I commend you but there is no running from this." He stomped on my back, making me slam back onto the ground, the sound of flesh smacking cement echoing around. HE laughed but I ignored him. I ignored the pain, the perverse nature of what was happening to me.

Burning. Tearing. Bleeding. Screaming. Laughing. Crying.

Each breath hurt. My lungs felt charred and burned. Each expansion of my chest sent bolts of agony throughout my system. Hands grasped my head and forced my eyes open.

"Look," the voice commanded me. "Look and see eternity." I saw everything. I mean EVERYTHING that has happened in the world. I was everywhere. I was every when. I was everyone. I was everything. I was Hitler. I was the 6 million Jews. I was JFK. I was Oswald as he aimed down the scope.

I felt my skin burn and blister as I felt flames licking on me as I burned at the stake. I could hear my own pain filled shrieks through my melted ears, could smell my own roasting flesh. I fell into a blissful oblivion, only to be tied up to a chair.

"Johnny, Johnny, tell Mister Fierro I have his money!" I heard myself scream.

"Mister Fierro don't care about the cash at this point. He just think you need to learn a lesson," Johnny- a rather broad and muscular gangster in black slacks and a white wife beater tucked into the seam of his pants- retorted. It sounded almost sincere, yet his Italian and Brooklyn mix of a voice was so dead. "However, since Mister Fierro don't really care about the money more than he does the lesson... He told us we could use your head as a message."

"A messag-" My head snapped to the side, caved in with a baseball bat. I heard a few things before I succumbed to my wound.

"It's too bad," Johnny said, his voice shaking. "I liked him Tony, he was a good kid."

"Yeah."

I felt hands reach up and began to claw at my face, their nails like burns searing into my flesh. Arms grasped my extremities and pulled. MY joints went out first, the tendons snapping and the muscle and sinew  tearing like wet fabric.  They broke of both my forearms and my humerus. The same thing happened with my legs. They began to pull and I felt all my bones shift and pull apart. Minuets? Seconds? Centuries? Moments later, they released my limbs allowing me to sigh with relief.

The hands returned moments later and I felt cloth being wrapped around me like a large robe. Once it settled on me properly it began to change, I could feel it tightening and splitting in some spots and fusing together in others. The crawling sensation stopped a moment later and I shuddered at the feeling and the smell. It was like being covered in moss. Moss that smelled of burnt flesh and rotting corpses. I puked. Hard.

I felt something wrench my head up and grab my lips and something stabbed into my upper lip, a quick lance of pain that made my destroyed eyes water. The same thing happened to my lower lip but this time I felt something slide through the hole and tighten, making it impossible to open that portion of my mouth. They're sewing my mouth closed!  More hands, more needles, poking around my gaping eye sockets. That same burning pulling sensation. All my orifices  were sewn shut.

I felt them slide something over my face, it felt like it may have been a baklava or some sort of full face mask. It bonded to my flesh with a horrifying sizzling sound, followed by the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. A lance of pure agony exploded in my skull, lighting my whole being with the force of it. I screamed. Laughter answered.

"The ascent to Godhood is painful, no?"