So this is a story that I decided to make. I was inspired by another author and obviously Cry and the Late Night Crew, and I haven't really done anything, so yea.

Russ felt like he had been running for days. Running away from the static, the maniacal laughter, from HIM. He had thought it was nothing at first, but it was soon been evident that it wasn't nothing. It continued to grow worse and worse, having a sort of snowball effect.

"I told you, you can't outrun me. I am everywhere," he said reaching for Russ, with a knife in his other hand. "Your friends are waiting for you. But you can escape their fate. You can join me instead."

His hand barely brushed Russ's skin, but even the light touch could be deadly. He knew the man was playing ball with him because it was light currents, not enough to kill a person, but definitely not a pleasant experience.

"Like HELL I would," Russ said, tearing himself away. "Now. Where. Is. My. Friend?!" he said, clearly getting pissed off.

The man dramatically sighed and looked back. A smile cracked upon his face, as if someone slapped the smile on, it was as fast as a lightning strike. In fact, it was almost like a lightning smile. "Your choice," he said menacingly. His hands sparked and sizzled. The electro current surrounded his hands and arms. His eyes were the most terrifying feature about him. There wasn't a touch of gentleness. Not a single trace of his old self, before all this started. Instead of his usual green eyes, they were electric blue, glowing, having lightning shooting out of them.

He moved quickly. Too quickly. By the time Russ had heard those words, he already Russ had Russ in his hand, held up by his throat. He sent the deadliest waves throughout both of their bodies. To the man, it didn't matter, it was almost like he was made from it, but to Russ, it caused great agony. As Russ was screaming in pain, the man brought his knife up and buried it deep within Russ's stomach, intestines, and then chest. Somehow, Russ had yet to die; he was forced to endure this terrible pain.

"Pity, I thought you would have been gone by now. Oh well. More fun for me." He smiled, standing over Russ, tall and proud, with knife at hand, somehow smiling wider than before.

"Wait. WAI- Please, WAIT, CRY!" Russ said, nearly using up the rest of his energy. "Please. STOP!"

To his surprise, he did stay, not for long, but he did stay. His face contorted into a confused one, but he still held the knife in his hand. His eyes were unfocused. Suddenly, his aura changed. His eyes changed back to his old comforting eyes. Before it could occur to Russ that his Cry was there, it changed back to the state it was before, those cruel cold eyes pierced his soul. As quick as lightning, that demented Cry was holding Russ up by his neck yet again.

"Cry. Is. DEAD! Get it through your thick skull!" He growled shooting Russ with more electricity and flung him ten feet back easily. Before Russ could hop back on his feet, Cry was already on him.

"Alright" Russ said, tired of the fighting. "You win… Take me, kill me, do whatever you want."

"Are you saying you're joining me?" the possessed Cry asked.

"Yes, how can I win against a virus?" He leaned down to meet Russ's eyes to see if he was actually telling the truth, when he saw that, a smile came upon his face, something told me I was not going to see reality for a very long time.

"Wise choice, my friend." He then lifted Russ by the collar of his tattered shirt up until his face was leveled with Cry's. The next part Russ's mind couldn't quite get the full gist of what was happening.

Cry kissed him. It wasn't bad; he was actually a pretty good kisser. It was quite shocking, both, metaphorically and physically. The kiss deepened. Electricity was coursing through the both of them. Russ was in so much pain, but was still stunned at what was happening at that very moment. Not long after, Cry's tongue slithered into Russ's mouth, exposing him to more pain. But that wasn't the only thing he felt enter him. Cry then stopped and let go, dropping him to the ground, leaving him to writhe in pain.

"Wait. No please. Don't leave me…" Russ said, watching him leave him.

He turned back to look at Russ, but Russ also felt the eyes of many others. He soon heard footsteps walking towards them. He soon recognized them to be their friends, Snake, Jund, Red and the rest of whom he couldn't get into contact when he tried to warn them a couple of days ago. But something was off about them. A confused look must have crawled onto his face because Cry soon started to laugh. "I never said your friends were dead, you'll see what I mean soon enough."

The pain finally subsided, but Russ still felt like he couldn't move his body. All is 'friends' had this evil look on their faces that matched Cry's and sent shivers down his spine. He then made the terrible mistake of blinking. When he opened his eyes, all he could see nothing but the pitch black nothingness.

"Where… Am I?

Russ heard a small laugh. He turned his head towards the sounds and his jaw fell open. It was a… well it was him. Russ found himself staring into the eyes of a man that looked just like him, but his eyes were lit, like a computer screen.

"Where are you? Trapped. Trapped inside your own mind."

"Who are you? What have you done to my friends?"

"I haven't done a thing to them. They were the ones who led themselves to their own demise. Now, let's talk about the matter at hand. You can either live or die. If you choose to live, I own you; you can't control a single part of you. If you choose death, well… that is self-explanatory. Time to choose." He said, coyly.

Russ didn't trust him; he smiled much like a fox, ready to snap. There was something he wasn't telling him. But he didn't want to die and he didn't want to suffer.

"Okay. I'll be your slave."

Russ found himself screaming in pain. Twitching in pain. He looked around and bolts of lightning were shooting at him. They latched onto his wrists and ankles and shackled him to the dark oblivion. His counterpart was standing over him, laughing maniacally. He was lifted into the air.

"Russ? Don't tell me they got you too." Said a very familiar voice.

Russ looked around and saw his friends, except the one he would very much like to see.

"He isn't here" Snake started. "He is not the same person anymore, Russ. It's almost as if he–"

"Died. I think he is dead." Jund said, frankly.

"Don't say that." Red said quickly.

"Don't give me that. You've been thinking that too. In fact we all have." Jund said looking around.

Russ looked around, hoping for someone to object, but everyone just looked down in shame.

"He isn't dead. I saw him, even though it was for just a brief moment." Russ spoke up.

"Russ–"

Suddenly everyone's look alikes popped up from out of nowhere.

Russ's turned towards him and told him to not speak unless told. He said it fiercely, but with a tinge of something else, would this be his virus actually being afraid.

A bright light came over all of them; something that held the shape of a door was the entrance point of the bright light. Two shapes walked into the area where they all were. When Russ saw who they were, he was too shocked to do anything. It was...

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. Cliffhanger. Hoped you liked.