I don't remember much… Just waking up in a dark place…. A very dark place… but the strange part is… I wasn't scared.
I made my way through the unknown to civilization and I felt no relief.
I saw my reflection and was met by strange bright yellow eyes that weren't my own, and yet I wasn't alarmed.
I met a man who ignored my words, a woman who stared past me, and a child who ran right through me, and yet I didn't panic.
But then… then I heard a voice… He called out to me while slowly drawing himself out from the shadows. His voice was smooth and calm but held a terrible anger that he clearly didn't mean to shine through, I heard it though and… well, I was nervous. He carried himself with confidence and power, explained to me who he was, who I was… Said we should work together, warned me of what I now was, and for some reason… I believed him. He put his arm around me, played the part of the old friend, claiming that he was the only one who would help and understand me. Even then I didn't doubt, even as my stomach clenched uncomfortably and my heart squeezed and beat with unease, but then he reached for my mask and I dove out of his grasp.
It was an instinct, a movement I hadn't even thought about before acting upon it. The look on his face told me that he wasn't pleased with my actions. My heart pounded in my throat, I was scared, I was genuinely scared. But I couldn't move, I didn't want to. A part of me wanted to run, but something inside me, something much stronger forced me to stand my ground and stare down this strange man. After a good while he gave a small laugh, excusing my behavior and his reaction before telling me who he really was. Before he had simply given me his name, now he was telling me who he actually was; fear.
We talked for what my nerves thought were ages and then he left, but the strangest part was… when he left, I went with him.