Blade
I stepped into the room. The massive doors slammed shut behind me. As soon as my vision cleared, I could see nothing in the room save a dark purple light emitting from a pedestal in the center of the room. The light outlined the form of a sword. The sword which had been so many people's undoing.
Come to me. Free me from my prison. The blade whispered to whom it had now deemed master.
"No. I have seen what you do to your masters. I will never become that. Never. Never again the larina scura (translated: Dark Blade) will not take me. I hate you!" I called out. I was standing now twenty feet from the blade. Still, the larina scura continued to draw me to him. "No. Not after what you did to Vladimir. You took him. You destroyed his will and made him do your bidding. You made him kill innocent people. And Karen…" My mind froze. I did not want to think about Karen. In anger for bringing up the memories that were so fresh, I screamed at the blade, "I will not succumb to your power! I will not kill for you! If you want souls, then you go get them yourself! Shut up you stupid piece of crap!" At the insult, the blade took hold of my mind. He attempted to make me walk forward. "No!" The blade would not let me back away. In my mind replayed the vision of Karen's death, the sword's doing.
"No! Stop! I don't want to think about her!"
Great, I thought to myself. Now I am arguing with an inanimate object.
"I will never give into you, so stop trying!" A force that shook me drove me to my knees. I screamed at the pounding in my head, which only made it stronger. "Find someone else. I never wanted this life. I am not supposed to be here. You find someone who craves the power. You find someone to be that crazy and bear you as your puppet. Karen stepped in front of me on purpose! You think I don't feel bad enough? Don't remind me."
The blade had no give in it. Not even for a plea. Without a chance of my protest, the blade took control of my mind and my body. Giving all the resistance I could in the state I was in, I was slowly pulled to my feet. I refused to be taken by a mere sword, even if it was the legendary larina scura, who thought himself more powerful than me. "You hear me!" I screamed at it, "I refuse to be taken. You will not use me, so stop trying." One step forward. "I will beat you." Two steps. "Karen's death will not be in vain." Three steps. "I will not follow your commands." Four. "I am not Vladimir." Five. "And I don't want the power!"
Yet, no matter how much I resisted, the blade continued to pull me forward. It was like I was in a dream, watching myself take the weapon by the hilt and pull it from the pedestal. The purple light from the sword surrounded first my hand, then my body, slowly creeping it's way inward.
Now his voice was no longer in my head, but a part of me, attached to my soul. I would now think, move, feel, speak, and kill for the larina scura of my people.
"Hear me, those who oppose my power." My voice was no longer my own, but that of the blade through me. "I will now seek my long awaited vengeance."