Beyond Good and Evil: This is not the end

Set after the game ends: It started with nightmares, hallucinations of the priest, spine chilling illusions of the dead, flashes of green gas tanks and a heart…it's still beating. It's not dead yet. Then Peyj turns to the DomZ side. No one can save him. Jade has to choose between fighting against her friends for the Good of Hillys or joining the summons of the DomZ priest, luring her to a cursed half life of power and riches beyond her wildest fantasies and dreams.

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Peyj sat amongst the remains of the light house roof, staring into the sunset; a peaceful scene to end the battle. But the war is not over yet.

Peyj's brow beaded with sweat. The sun was too hot. The blood red shafts of light blinded him, threw the blackness behind his eyelids into a writhing knot of psychedelic colours as he closed his eyes to the harsh rays. His body shook. He could feel the cold creep up his limbs sending them into spasm. The thing on his wrist: He covered it up, looked away. But he could still see it in his minds eye. Green, pulsing, every beat forced the disease to puss green slime from his skin. It frothed round the edges, liquid slowly dampening his sleeve as it craved to take over.
The others couldn't see it, they mustn't. Let them believe it was all over. Let them have a breather for now. They had to prepare for what was to come. His breathing became laboured; wheezing gasps as he doubled over. He could feel the bile build up in his throat. He knew what colour it would be. He knew he should tell some one. He knew he could still be saved.
But some irrational part of him didn't want to be saved. He was fed up of fighting the good fight. He wanted to rebel, to hurt, to kill.
Peyj struggled to stand, trying to swallow the sick in his throat. It was taking over. Tears filled his crinkled black eyes as he felt his knees hit the ground again. Everything blurred slowly. He watched the colours in the sky merge, sickeningly, slowly, into one. He felt himself convulse as sickly green vomit splattered his clothes, heard each drop hit the floor boards. He watched in a daze as his chest jerked out its last fit of breaths and his hand reach forward for the last time to tear back his sleeve, to watch in a final realization of horror as the green lumps spread up his arm, investing it like a plague.

This was different from before. The effects were stronger, faster. There was no saving him now. The DomZ priest had taken over.

Ok this is my first try at a Beyong good & evil fic...plus i havent played the game for years so im sorry if it's abit off...i cant really remember what all the stuff looked like so bear with the details abit, just thought i'd put a more gorey side to the game!

Well thats all for now, this may continue depending on how much feed back i get so review!