I dont own GX as always:) As usual, a ZaneTruesdale fic. Im working on my other fic, which is a Chazz x Alexis one.. maybe: Well, enjoy!

I see my reflection in the mirror. The whole room is dark, and I move closer to the mirror so I can see my reflection. I take in the hard lines around my mouth, the steely glint in my eyes, the tightening of my jaw.

Who am I?

As this thought is formed, I slowly bring a finger to touch my reflection. My hand trembles, as if I am afraid, afraid to find out the truth.

Who is this creature I see?

My brow furrows, my mouth turns down. I see dark, heavy lines forming around my mouth, lines of displeasure and anger. I do it again. I notice the coldness in my eyes. I cannot explain this. Nothing in my face has changed, yet, it is as if a mask has been dropped over my features, a mask that turns me into a vaguely recognisable person. I place my hands on the sink. They tremble.

And I do the thing which I have been resisting for ages, which has been beckoning me with it's irresistible lure:

I remember.

I remember the time when my brother and I duelled. I used electricity to inflict on him pain, I tried to make him see my world and I cruelly killed all the hopes he had of his brother alive. I remember the cries from my brother, even now, the cries are like a knife which opens up fresh wounds. I remember walking away from him, the grim satisfication and pleasure of showing him and his useless friends around him what I, Hell Kaiser, could really do. I remember walking away and not turning back, not caring about whether my brother lived or died, crushing his heart and taking all his hopes away with me.

I remember the time when I duelled with my former teacher, the teacher who had taught me the values of life, respect, honour, responsibility. I remember scorning my old friends, thinking about how they were so stupid to believe that some darkness had taken over my body and consumed my soul, making me oblivious to what I was doing. But they are wrong. I remember my teacher's pained face as he watched the new me, as I made sure to hurt him by flaunting my change, by making it clear that the Hell Kaiser he knew now was sound in mind, and pure evil. I remember walking away, taking my teacher's hopes he had away with me and flinging in to the wind.

I remember.

I put my hands to my head. My head hurts.

Where has the old Zane gone to?

My eyes glimmer with an odd glow as angrily, I put my fist through the wall. I clench my fist tighter, till my hand is trembling uncontrollably. Relaxing, I unclench my fist and I look at my hand. Is this the hand that has inflicted so much damage on my friends? That has scorned my teacher? That has acted ruthlessly, crushing hopes and paper hearts?

I turn, gaze one last time at myself, then turn away.

I am not going to regret this. This is who I am now, I cannot do anything to change it, nor will I.

I am Hell Kaiser.

i admit, this story is a really really STUPID. it's just Zane's thoughts. Heehee, Im crazy over Zane Truesdale. :)
I dont expect good reviews on this so nevermind:) :) Critisicms are very much accepted. R&R please:) Peaceee out!