Prologue
Black eyes gleamed from everywhere, shining in the darkness. Awful smirking faces, flooding his head with horror. The feeling in his fingers fled, sending a shock racing through his body instead. He was painfully aware of the shrinking oxygen in the room; his breaths were limited, so why was he wasting them? He couldn't bring himself to pick his arm up, to move his blade in front of him for defense against this ambush.. He didn't need to, wasn't compelled to. Those eyes looked up at him and he could read the unwavering emotion in them. The rage, hate, sadness, lust and need for blood. They all craved the same thing: him. He was the object of their every soul-wrenching desire. He cringed away from the creatures, awaiting the onslaught that never came. Not one of those floating orbs moved. Their expressions didn't change, frozen with that awful, knowing smirk. Gathering the courage he didn't know he had, he pushed through the crowd of eyes that watched his every move. Every step was a knife through his nerves. Every breath like a gulp of acid. Why was he here? Why didn't he remember anything? What was happening to him?
He finally broke through the crowd, wading out the enraged words in his head.
You're one of us..
Don't keep fighting...
Let go...
Die...
The darkness will set you free...
Give in..
He struggled against everything he'd taken for granted all his life. His small thoughts, the movements of his body, subconscious breaths, and the warm beat of his heart... He could feel the emptiness dragging him down, sapping away at everything that made him who he was. Everything that made him alive. Was it cold? Was it hot? Nothingness had no temperature. Yet there was a blank seductiveness to the void. It felt... It felt like freedom, like peering over the edge of a cliff and answering the call to jump. What if he just gave in? What if he took that leap, that thrust into the unknown? Why was he even still here anyway? He had thought once that he was someone of importance to this world... He gripped his hair and shook his head as though trying to dislodge those thoughts but to no avail. They lingered in his mind. No! No, he needed to fight. He needed to get out of here. He reached a towering door and looked up at it in despair. The dark thoughts returned like a creeping shroud. Why did he need to fight? Did anyone really need him?
He could feel the leeching tendrils of darkness taking over his mind, pulling him down. He fell to his knees, weapon skidding away from him as his hands hit the ground in an effort to keep himself up. The force of the movement, the sudden impact of his hands and knees on the cold ground made his lungs burn as he gasped. Strained muscles screamed for mercy and rest, weak from wounds he couldn't see. And with that, he allowed the emptiness to claim his body. He called out into the cold, unforgiving void, desperate for any sort of reprieve from this waking nightmare. He could feel the hate, the anger seethe into his body gleefully and bury itself in his mind like a disease as his will slipped through his fingertips. A pair of awful black eyes still clouded his vision, but something was different about them, a familiarity that sent one last chill through his soul. The twilight cleared and he could see now, see that those empty eyes belonged to a face.
His face.
He felt his lips tug up into a terrible smirk, mirroring the ones from the gloom that had surrounded him. All the eyes, all the faces were him. The feelings, the thoughts, the darkness... It was all him. It was all in his head... He bared his teeth as his lips parted with that horrid smile and opened his eyes, the black coal of his soul shining through for all the universe to see. The shadows were him.. And he wasn't afraid.
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AN: Hello my lovelies~ If you've made it this far, congratulations, you're in for a hell of a ride. It's my first story by myself in about 5 years, so go easy on me, but tell me what you think? I've got the first chapter typed and ready to go depending on this feedback3