Part 1: Blood On The Walls

This is my first fanfiction of any description, so constructive criticism is welcome. I am always looking for ways to improve my writing.

Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once: I am not Johnen Vasquez *gasp* therefore I do not own JtHM. Shocking, I know. But, to give you peace of mind, if I did own the comic, I would (unintentionally) destroy it with poor dialogue and unoriginal plotlines. Vasquez is the only sentient being on Earth (human or otherwise - it's really none of your buisness) that is capable of creating such an intricate mix of graphic violence and completely understandable logic and philosophy. Seriously, I am not him. Hell, I'm not even male. I think that disclaimer was long enough to last the entire story, don't you?

The rest of the fic is in third person; if you really don't like it, you can skpi this chapter.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Him:

I was human once. But not any more. Not after what I've done.

Happy. Innocent. Sane. I used to be a lot of things... all of which are beyond my reach now. I cannot become what I used to be. Not since the Voice appeared.

I am plagued with an insatiable hunger for death. This cloud of hate and despair looms over me, unrelenting, waiting for me to snap... To stop fighting it. To give in. The walls whisper to me...

It drives me to madness, this need for pain and blood. And all I can do is sit back and watch my reality unravel around me. I am forced to let every last thread of my sanity fall away.

I have to let go...

I have to let go...

I have to let it go. I have to relinquish control of my own mind to be able to endure the eternity that awaits me. I have no choice.

But I don't think it's possible for me to give in. I can't simply let it take over me. It needs me to complete the task I was set... The task I was given the moment he died. It waited until I was capable of completing the task. It is mine and mine alone... There is no other way. It needs power... It needs blood...

And I am required to give it what it wants. I have to become what it wants me to become in order for it to rise again... In order for me to live... again.

I have to let go...

Is my life really worth it? After all I have done? The pain I have inflicted, the blood I have shed? ... The people I have killed?

Let it go...

I used to think I would get my happily ever after. I used to think I deserved a happy ending. But, after all I have endured and all I am guaranteed to endure in the future, I can say this. And I can say it truthfully.

There is no such thing as 'Happily Ever After'.

Let go.

Let go of what I was, and embrace what I have become.

-X-

Her:

Darkness; swirling, cold, heavy. I didn't know how I got there, and I didn't know why. I didn't know where there was. I didn't even know who I was.

I still don't know.

Disoriented... It's scary, how quickly your life can change. Terrifying when you don't know.

But... I found a spark. My warmth in the cold, my light in the dark. It was all I knew...

I still know nothing but that spark. I need it... I will protect it with my life.

But the spark... my spark... has a dark interior. It is dead from the core, and I know...

All I know is that I must make it live again. That is what I have to do; the task I was set. I have to keep the spark burning brightly...

Nothing else matters. Not even my life... Just the spark.

And if my spark were to snuff out?

Dark, cold and heavy. The Voice tried its hardest, but it could not save me if my spark were to disappear.

Nothing would.