"Look I am so sorry for what I am going to do it is not my fault that things turned out this way but it must be done." So I raised the gun and put it to my temple and pulled the trigger, and then my life ended…well technically I was dead, or at least that's what everyone else thought. There I fell, I stood at 6" 3' kinda chubby not fat, chubby, no piercings, short brown hair. Except for the bangs which were rather long, facial hair, just side burns, all I can grow, not to thick either. I had blue green grey mucky eyes, but according to her they were "pretty". I wore jean shorts; most people thought they were lame, I thought of them as comfy, a white t-shirt with a black broken heart on it and my sick red black and white Osiris. Pretty much I looked like a normal teenager, minus the angst, most of the time that is. Anyways now that you know what I look like let me continue my story. But I wasn't dead I was just slowly losing myself to the beast that is inside the…hollow that I really am. The mask formed over my face pure white on one side, the other side white as well but with red marks on it. I awoke in my mind, as the hollow slowly took over and I started looking for something that could save me from losing myself to him.

I didn't know what was happening on the outside world because I was on the inside of my mind. There was me, an old man standing on a pole wearing a black cape and sun glasses long black hair (kinda creepy to be honest), and a version of me but it looked weird he was wearing what I was wearing except he had white (I mean like actual colour white, like snow) skin and black hair, his eyes were black where mine were white, and red yellow where mine were mucky. I looked at the two men standing there, "Yeah either of you wanna fill me in? I thought I killed myself and would like turn into one of those things, even if they are evil. I needed to become one in order to kill the other ones none the less to protect those that I care for?"

"Well one thing; you aren't dead, thanks to me. And unless you can kill me then you will lose your self to me," laughed the guy that looked like me.

"You are foolish Hollow. I can't let just him, he has people he cares about," said the old man.

"Pfft not if I can help it, plus he doesn't even know your name," laughed Hollow.

"That may be true, but if he doesn't know, then how would you?" asked the old man, "Because you are him, and he is you."

"Yes but this fight will rely on instinct; instinct to kill, to feel the death of the opponent, and I am pure evil. I am his dark half."

"Umm ok, you dudes fully understand I am still here," I said.

"Well in order for this fight to work I must give myself to you," said the old man.

"Huh?" Just then the old man turned into a rather large sword and fell blade first into the ground. It was an extremely oversized katana.

I heard his voice echo, "Take me young man, I will help you, thrust me into the core of your being and defeat this Hollow of you."

I didn't bother asking, I walked up to the sword removed and thrust it through my chest, sending this energy running through me that I had felt before, but never really knew what it was. I opened my eyes and looked down; my clothes looked much different from what I was wearing before. It was a black hakama, which is a traditional Japanese dressing, white sock's and instead of my shoes I hade like these woven sandal thing's. I stared at myself in my reflection below, I looked so bad-ass. "So Hollow, it's just me and you eh?"

"Foolish human, you can't defeat me. For this fight you will need instinct with something you don't have, the instinct to kill. That is something I am."
"I don't need anything to defeat you. I have the sword." I said grinning broadly, I drew it and pointed it at him. Sad thing is, he did exactly as I did, pulled out a sword and pointed it at me. And the clothes he had been wearing before that looked like an inverted version of mine? Well now he was wearing the inverted version of my new clothes. That's when it clicked. He is like the inverted version of me. But what I hope he doesn't know is that I need to win this fight so that I can protect someone.

We started the fight it, was like fighting a mirror, every little movement I made he made. Slash, parry, repeat. Man it was intense, and lame at the same time. When suddenly I left a free spot open as an idea, so did the hollow. So I took the opportunity and stabbed while making it impossible for him to hit me. Splat, I hit him through a small hole in his arms that he had made, but he had been copying me only to make me do something stupid like that. He had stabbed me in my upper arm by my shoulder. We both jumped back. I was hurt more and bleeding more then him, I had cut him an inch deep and four inches long. But man he had cut me about six inches long and like three four inches deep, but I couldn't let it affect me, I had to win.

"Foolish human. I have toyed with you enough, I will kill you now." He ran at me, full speed, and I had no time to react. That was like six hits now. He was so fast I couldn't even see him move. All I felt was pain. BUT I COULDN'T LOSE! I don't know what I had to do to. That's when it hit me. If I didn't win this fight, I wouldn't be able to save her.

"I have a deal."

"Hmmm?" , the Hollow replied.

"I will let you kill me, or eat me, or whatever you do to win and take over my body or whatever, just promise you will protect her with MY body."

"Ha ha ha you are so naïve! Only one girl? It is a deal."

As he came at me, I thought 'what had I done?'. When a sneaky play hit me, if he could move that fast, maybe I could too. So I took one step and magically I was an inch away from him my blade piercing through his chest.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! HOW THE HELL DID YOU LEARN TO FLASH STEP!? ARRGHH! YOU KILLED ME, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS ONE DAY!" And with that he turned into mist just like the rest of the world and I returned to see a blood soaked hallway, broken lockers and destroyed walls. It looked like something out of a movie. I looked down at my bloody hands and looked up at all the people staring at me. They all looked confused as to the blood on the hands, and as to wear I had come from, like "poof" I had come out of no where. I saw the girl of my dreams staring at me as if I had just died, (which I had). She looked so sad, tear's welled up in her eyes and they started to pour down her face. I felt so bad. We had secretly been going out for awhile now and no one knew, I couldn't take it seeing her like this. I ran up to her wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, not letting go. Then I blanked.