Inspired by 'A Dangerous Mind' by Within Temptation.

A Dangerous Mind

Prologue: It's In Your Eyes

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

A mere glance would read them as a book- whether deep within their being, into their core, there loomed the darkest evil or purest goodness. Experience has taught me that most are somewhere in between, leaning to either extreme depending on the situation. In the heat of battle, they betray an opponent's thinking and mindset, giving you the upper edge if you exploit it correctly. Through eyes, personality shines through.

But none of the books I've read ever discussed the absence of that glimmer.

I've lived in New York for my short lifetime, roaming the city under the veil of night to protect the innocent. I've witnessed first-hand the atrocities one living being can inflict upon another, with no remorse at all, their soul clouded with blind fury. When a person has snapped, from tribulations or grief, the first place you'll notice it is in the eyes. Anyone can fall victim to this, from the petty to the elite.

And yet…

Seeing the same madness and rage, the same despairing loss of control, the lack of any former hint of his personality in him at all… I've seen it so many times before, then why is it so different in my brother? I can't recognize him anymore. The things he used to love hold no interest at all now, his spunky attitude has completely vanished- when I look at him, all I see is primal rage, trapped and roaring for release. It hungers terribly, is longs to gorge itself in its blood lust, to simply give in to the madness. I've sat here many an afternoon, searching his eyes for assurance that he isn't completely lost, that there's hope, that underneath animalistic wrath, he's still there. One of these days, he'll just snap out of it. He'll stand up, that silly grin plastered on his face, merriment twinkling in his eyes at his latest successful prank, as he'll let out a loud laugh. "Hahaha! You should've seen the look on your face, Don!" and "Lighten up, Donnie- it was a joke!" But as I hear the distant echoes of his chuckles, and remember the fading brightness of his smiles, the more apparent it becomes; that creature, that twisted monster, roaring and clawing at the door, hurting himself to get out, isn't my brother. In its clouded steel blue eyes, there's no intelligence… no personality... no Mikey.



I wish I didn't know. At least then, there'd be a fool's hope. There'd be a future- not the nightmare this reality has become. The truth hurts so badly, the more I deny it, the more inescapable horror it becomes:

My brother is gone… and there's no way he's ever coming back.

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This is a collab story between me and Achird (Rook).

Author's Note- Mika: Well, I just wanted to say, without my sister, this story would not be as good as it will be! (If I say more, I might spill the beans…) I hope you enjoy the story! Enjoy Cas! This story is for you! XD

Author's Note- Rook: nods Hello everyone I'm Rook, but some of you may know me as Achird. I go by both names- call me whatever you'd like. : I'm excited to be working on this story with my little sister, Mika, and I hope you guys will enjoy it too!

I have my own account here (Achird) but… I don't have any stories up. X3 Laziness mainly- to write and check. Anyway, you can reach me here or my deviantart account ( which is also Achird!) . I do roleplay, if anyone's interested, so drop me a note if you are!

Thanks for listening to me! :3 babble shot

Disclaimer: We don't own anything- as far as you know! Nah, really… It'd be cool if we did though. :

This story is also dedicated to my friend narutosfangurl, aka Picassa and her pet platypus, Neffie!

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