"Zoey? Where are you?" The voice rang through the forest.
"Come find me," an answering voice called.
A person emerged through the trees; a man with glowing purple eyes shone faintly through the white mist. "Not funny," he said. Zoey's voice echoed through the trees, seemingly coming from everywhere. "Well, I—Ahh!" "Zoey?!" the man called. "Are you okay?" Only silence answered him.
Behind him, a silhouette materialized.
As if he could sense the extra presence, the man put his hand on a light blue sword handle sticking out a scabbard that hung at his waist. But other than that, he made no sign of knowing the thing was behind him.
Hello, brother.
The man stiffened, drawing the sword a little out of it's sheath.
Don't you remember me? And mother? And sister?
"I don't know who you're talking about." The voice of the shadow seemed to not actually travel through the air, but to hiss around the gaps of reality straight into his mind.
You must remember us by now. You must have even begun discovering your…powers.
"That's who they are." The man's pupils dilated in fear. "The voices in my head—that's all of you people."
No. Do not accuse us of such a crime.
"It's because of you."
The voice screamed in rage. No! Do not blame your ender heritage for the difficulties of being an enderborn!
"I'll kill you all. I'll kill you all before you kill me." Madness was in his eyes and in his soul.
Rythian. Calm down. It placed a shadowy hand on his shoulder. You are acting rashly. I think Zoey would agree with me.
His violet eyes grew brighter; the confusion and anger that the demon's words had placed on him and weighed him down disappeared.
"No,"
he whispered, his voice oddly raspy. "Zoey's on my side."
That was the last thing the demon heard before a shining blade ended his life.
Rythian collapsed.
You see, the recent contact with his brother had reawakened a part of him that still had unshed tears, unspilt blood, and untapped power. As the new power flowed through him, an old scar split open, both physically and mentally, and rage poured out.
The worst traits from both halves of his split being awakened once more: the burning hate of science, the thirst for revenge(from who or what, he was not sure—remembering hurt), an old madness that had once ruled his life, and something new: a hate that ran through his blood, that cut deep into his oldest ancestors. A hate that urged him to kill all humans.
All humans.
All humans.
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Rythian laughed.
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"Zoey? Are you there?"
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Or belated Halloween..
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The parts where Rythian's thoughts/narration goes to italics and where the enderman's speak goes to un-italics symbolizes Rythian's grip on reality loosening, until he cannot tell if it is the enderman's words or his own. (lol rebel-unbolded T)
So, yeah..
151, over and out!