I lay there on the cold ground, muscles sore from whatever I was doing. It was as if I had another 'What just happened' moment. I looked up to see Lord English standing before me with a very stern look on his face that ironically reminded me of Equius Zahhak. My eyes widened as I stared up at him, and the next thing I know I pass out again. This time, I hear a female voice calling my name,
"Jake!" it said.
I immediately recognized it as Runa Goodlove, a wonderful friend of mine. I tried to make out the picture of her, but everything was as blurry as looking through smeared glass. Almost immediately, I recognized that my glasses were all the way on the other side of the 'battle field', I guess you could say. I smiled as Runa ran closer enough to where I could make out her beautiful cherry smile. She kneeled down and gave me a large embrace.
"Jake, are you alright!?" She asked, her salty tears now running down my right shoulder blade.
"Y-Yes. I'm fine."
She stayed still for a moment and remained silent. After a while, I spoke up,
"What is it?" No response, just dead silence.
She seized our embrace and handed me my two guns separated lying on the ground on either side of me. She handed them to me with a dazed look on her face. I took them from her and put them in my pockets.
"Th-Thank you, Runa." I said.
She leaned closer towards me, until we were touching nose to nose. I immediately started to blush, but all she did was stare into my eyes. She dug in her bag until she found a miniature flashlight and shown it straight into my eyes. I quickly covered my eyes with my hands and winced back,
"O-Ouch! Don't do that!" I said.
Her jaw dropped as she grabbed onto my cheeks. I stared at her in horror, not knowing exactly what she was trying to do. Her lip started to quiver as her eyes began to water. She began to whimper as well, which gave me an immediate sign that she was about to burst into tears in a very unpleasing manner. I embraced her tightly, yet she pushed me away forcefully, knocking me back to the ground. She glared down at me and murmured under her breath,
"You're nothing more than a monster now, Jake…"
I unfortunately heard, and lost my temper, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her to the wall. Now, I would admit that it is easy for me to get ticked off, but I've never had this happen as a result. This is a little over the top for me. I was quite frightened. My grip on her neck tightened enough to hear her bones crack. She let out a yelp in pain, but it was cut off with a splash of blood which escaped her mouth, landing straight onto my hand. As it started to drip onto the floor, you couldn't even make out if my hand was really a hand, it was more like a green demonic claw or something . She stared down at my hand in horror, than looked back at me to see that I was smiling demonically at her subconsciously. She stared into my eyes yet again, realizing that what she had seen before had now engulfed my eyes. One eye was red, the other was a very demonic green. She began to panic, and I slammed her forcefully onto the ground. As a result of me clutching onto her neck impossibly tight, her head fell off. Blood pooled around her dead corpse, and I just stood there and stared gleefully. I walked away, smashing her dead corpse in half as I walked over her. I completely ignored the fact that I had just killed my one and only true friend and kept on going. I do not know what got into me. The fact that all of these things happened to me after the three days Lord English somehow disappeared, I took it as a sign that something bad has happened. And it happened to me.