Prisoner Of Mind
Pt.1
A spinoff, a sort of mid-sequel to 'Amethyst Ice.' This mostly answers the question of, 'what happened to the voice in Sanderson's head?' Takes place during ch.8, Cosmo's Weakness...and definitely before trhe sequel. I think it's only about two chapters...but it could be more...it depends on where this goes...
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A lone figure was kneeling in the middle of a dark room, his wrists and ankles shackled to the floor. There was enough chain to allow him to walk around the tiny room, but there wasn't anything it in anyway, so what was the point? He pulled at the shackles painfully, noting that they were heavy as hell, and it was zapping the strength from him every time he tried to lift the chains. He was all alone in his cell...trapped within his own...mind...
"...NO!!!" He whispered in hopelessness, his voice echoing through the small room. IT didn't seem to hear him, until a ray of light shined into the room. He squinted his eyes to adjust to the light...and realized that his subconcious was giving him a little show, using his vision as a film projector. It was as if he was watching a movie, except it was very much...REAL. His purple eyes widened in horror, witnessing his own hands killing people. How could it..how could it do this to him? He desperately tried to shut his eyes and ears, but nevertheless, he could still hear and see everything going on. It was him doing all this...it was him who couldn't stop himself...it was him...enjoying it.
"NO!!!" He let out a heart-piercing sob as he banged his shackled fists against the invisible barrier, trying to break free. He didn't care if it was all in vain.
It's not me, it's not me...IT'S NOT ME!!!
"STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!!!!" He screamed. The light quickly shut off, and he almost squeaked in horror. He heard the door bang, and he looked up to see himself...no...he wouldn't call him a person...it was inhumane to describe that...THING as a person. It sneered at him, the scent of sex and blood mixed with chocolate.
...Hard to believe...
...You smell so good...
...With the scent of death...
...I love you, sire...
...No...oh gods...
...Help me...
His insanity seemed to had split his mind into two...one forming the pure evil of his soul, and the other, the real Sanderson...right here...trapped within his own head. He was helpless to do anything as he watched every single thing happen before his eyes. It was hard to describe the dark soul...for no words could show what pure evil is like. It smirked at him, tracing a finger across the barrier.
"Tell me...what's it like knowing that you're the one causing all this?" It asked softly.
"You're not...me..." He said harshly. It snorted.
"Oh please...I am you, and you are me..."
"You're wrong...you're NOTHING like me." He snarled. It narrowed its eyes at him before he it smirked, crossing its arms.
"...Your body is nothing but for killing and whoring purposes..."
"W...What?" Sanderson asked.
"What I said. I use your body only to kill people, and fuck my victims...perhaps Timmy...or Cosmo? I sense something when I see them...do you...have some kind of crush on them?" It purred, sliding its body down the barrier until it was eye to eye with Sanderson. It was strange, seeing your own self right in front of you...teasing...goading...cruel.
"Don't you DARE go near them! I swear I'll...I'll.." He stammered.
"Do what? What can you do stuck behind this barrier? Nothing, that's what!" It sneered, tapping the barrier with glee.
"...LET ME OUT!" Sanderson screamed at his shadow. It ignored him, glancing at the watch on its wrist.
"...You tire me with all your worthless wailing, sire...perhaps it's time for me to take my leave." It said. The pixie's eyes widened, realizing that if it left him now, he'd probably never be able to control any further actions it would do.
"No...please...don't leave me...alone..." Sanderson's body wracked with sobs as he stared at the dark side of himself.
"...I don't want to be alone..."
"...Stop that crying, Edward. You're a fool to show emotions." It snarled, pointing at him.
"It shows that
you're weak, sire! ...I let you have control from the day I was
born...from the day your dreams and hopes fell apart the moment you
realized you were DIFFERENT in your childhood. The moment where all
your frustration and disappointments had added to your
hatred...including all those times that...that pink-hatted brat
destroyed all your plans for domination?! THE MOMENT I WAS
RELEASED when Flappy Bob regained control of his destiny! Oh yes,
ALL of it had to come out sometime...YOU JUST COULDN'T BEAR THE
THOUGHT OF IT, COULD YOU????!! ...But eventually you would
weaken...and I knew I would have to take over..." It
sneered. "How does it feel, knowing that I fooled
you into believing that I was the ONLY path to your salvation, hmm?"
"SHUT UP!" It yelled, banging on the invisible barrier. He could not stop crying as he shook his head. It growled deep in his throat as it watched him...his pain was its pleasure...and it was in the mood for a show.
"All right...how about this...if you give me a show, I'll let you out for say...a few hours." It smiled. Sanderson glanced up through his tears.
"...You're lying!" It merely shrugged and crossed its fingers across its chest.
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Well, I can't really die, but you get the point." It grinned.
"...GET THE HELL OUT!! I NEVER SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO YOU!!" Sanderson yelled.
"Of course you don't...nobody does...until they're so desperate..." It smirked. Sanderson sobbed once more before it kicked the barrier.
"Shut your cryhole...you're an embarassment to yourself." It growled, opening it up. Sanderson immediately shut his mouth, afraid of what it would do to him if he kept going.
"Good. Now that I got your attention, I'll repeat what I said before. if you give me a little show...I'll let you out for a few hours. Agreed?" Sanderson sniffed, wary of its deceit...no...his own lies...he cautiously edged towards the open door before it stopped him.
"Ah ah ah...you have to pay a price if you want to be let out..."
"W...what do I have to do?" He asked.
"...Sit in that chair...and touch yourself."