My brain is popping with ideas today!
Anyways, I'm working with a different format because….IDK I could? I felt like it? I'm just weird today?
Take your pick.
-grungekitty
Sprx squeezed his fist closed.
Stop thinking about it!
But try as he may, the thoughts crept their way in.
I was so powerful….
"NO!" Sprx shouted, his hands on his head.
He desperately wanted to stop thinking about what the Fire of Hate had done and had made him do, but the thoughts lingered like a bad odor.
Bad, but alluring.
Sprx had felt an unimaginable wave of guilt and pain at first. Time past, and he's feelings changed. All Sprx could think about what how powerful he was, how powerful the fire had made him. He didn't want to, but he felt himself longing for it, wanting it back.
All his self-doubts had been burned up in a fire of evil power. He didn't feel like an outsider. He didn't feel like the weak link. He felt powerful and assertive. He had felt like he could have crushed entire worlds!
If you had fought just a little less you could still have that.
Sprx felt like his thoughts weren't his anymore. There was someone else pushing all of his buttons, temping him to go back.
Sprx forced himself to think about Nova and how he was hurting her. There was no way that could be tempting.
Or so he thought.
I was in control! For once, the roles were reversed! I had her under my thumb!
Sprx shook his head in a ditched effort to expel the thoughts.
I wasn't hers, she was mine!
He really needed to drown these thoughts out.
A knock on Chiro's door later and video games offered a brief solution.
When Chiro got tired however, Sprx had no more distractions, he had to enter the dream world, a place made up only of his own thoughts.
Sprx gulped. His dream had been terrifying lately. Images of him enslaving the team, and him enjoying it. Him by Skeleton King's side, and him enjoying it. Nova in chains, serving him, and him enjoying it. Shuggazoom being destroyed by his violent power, and him enjoying it.
Perhaps talking about them could help him calm his nightmares (if they could be called that), but Sprx knew he couldn't talk to someone on the team! They would freak out!
Sprx couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of them trembling, terrified of him and what he might do. An evil smirk carved its way in his face.
Then Sprx snapped back to reality and quickly wiped the grin of his own face.
Sprx was now trembling, terrified of himself and what he might do. This had to stop! There had to be a way to stop this!
Sprx bit down on his lip and tried to focus on pain instead of letting his thoughts wander again.
Gibson appeared down the hall. He looked up with a curiously worried expression.
He knows! He knows what I've been thinking about and he's never going to trust me again!
"Sprx?" Gibson asked, his voice shaking a bit. "Are you alright?
"Yeah why?" Sprx said with his entire body tense.
"Your mouth is bleeding." Gibson pointed out suspiciously.
Just then Sprx noticed the warm coppery taste of blood. He had bitten down so hard, he busted his lower lip.
"Sprx, you've been acting very unusual lately. Do you….want to talk about anything?"
"No I'm fine!" Sprx blurted out as he dashed into his room and locked the door.
"I'm fine." Sprx repeated, whispering at he slid down the wall.
Though he knew nothing could be further from the truth.
So um…..that happened.
Maybe I'm finally getting back into writing! :D
Random idea I had while watching "Soul of Evil" to get reference and mind set for another fic I'm working super hard on!
If this gave you any fic ideas,
I would love to read it! ^v^
Standard "Give me credit" rule applies here.
Other than that, go nuts!
-grungekitty