Seto's hands were shaking hard To hard. He felt like he might drop the gun, they were shaking that hard. He felt only one thing: fear. It coursed through his veins like a hideous disease. Seto needed to calm down, or else he might truly faint. He quickly tried to open a door.
Only one was unlocked. He didn't hesitate to scamper inside. He shut the door behind him, and slid to the floor. He rested his arms on his knees and rested his hands on his arms. He sighed, and tried not to cry. He took a few deep breaths, before looking down at the gun still in his hands.
Why did he do that? Was it his instincts? Was it him, but just not thinking? Was he truly going insane again?
Seto's hands began shaking again. The last one shook him to the core. He got a massive headache, and a bunch of memories flashed through his head.
The look on Sky's face when he had cut through his two eyes. Pain and fear.
The look on Ty's face as he was being strangled. Anger and desperation.
The expression on Jason's face as he hammered the nails into his palms and feet.
The look on Mitch's face after Jerome's neck was crushed.
The look on Jerome's face while he was having his neck crushed.
The gasping noises and the look on his face and the struggling Quentin was doing.
The pure distress and horror on Ian's face as he was tortured,
When he finally looked in the mirror and only saw the guilt and pain he caused, written by the blood spatters on his face.
"Fuck...Fuck...FUCK!" Seto slammed his fist on the floor. He leaned his head on the door.
"WHY DOES THAT STILL HAUNT ME?! I'M SICK OF SEEING THAT NIGHTMARE EVERY DAY. I'VE SUFFERED ENOUGH!" Seto yelled, enraged. He got no answer, only the feeling that an ounce of the weight he carried had been lifted off his shoulders. The afterward silence lingered, and after a while, Seto managed to drag himself off the floor. He saw a mirror, and saw the tears on his face and that there was snot dripping out of his nose.
That didn't care about that. What concerned Seto was that there was something wrong with his eyes. They were a strange firely orange-yellow color.
Seto walked up to the mirror, and put his hand on the glass. His reflection did the same, but looked at Seto's hand for a long time, then slowly looked back up at Seto. It grinned nastily. Seto couldn't move. It was like his legs were refusing to move.
This reflection, in one lightning-fast movement, had grabbed Seto's face. Seto was clutching onto his reflections arm.
"You pathetic brat." His reflection spat out the last word like it was poison. Then he yanked Seto towards the mirror, and succeeded in smashing Seto's head into it.
Seto crumpled to the floor, blood seeping from his head. Slivers and shards of glass were scattered all over the wooden floor.
Seto's reflection appeared next to Seto's body.
His reflection smiled. He searched Seto for his gun, and found it still in his hand. He picked it up, and grinned. His reflections teeth were sharper than that of a human's, but not so sharp that it was troubling.
His reflection's eyes went from the fiery orange-yellow color they were, to a full on blood-red. The orange-yellow ones where just to attract Seto's attention. His pupils where a dark crimson, his irises a pure bloody red, and the whites of his eyes reddish-white, like he was drunk.
Seto's reflection started laughing. Not a normal, funny laugh. A full on, crazy-insane laugh. The kinds psycho's do. It was a barking laugh, It echoed throughout the entire mansion.
"Well, welcome back to the prison of insanity, Seto!" He yelled, a nasty grin on his face.
When Seto woke up, since he was knocked out at the time when it was dawn, but you couldn't see the sun, and now it was around noon. He had a horrible headache, which pounded at the edges of his brain like a wrecking ball. An obsidian filled, iron cast wrecking ball with spikes all over it. He sat up on his knees, and felt weak
Seto but a hand to his forehead, and his hand felt something warm and sticky. He tore his hand away from his forehead, and saw blood all over his hand. He could only stare at it in horror.
Seto looked up, at the mirror. There were huge cracks in it, from when his reflection slammed Seto's forehead into the mirror. Shards of glass glittered all across the floor. Some of them were sharp as the blade of a katana.
Seto then realized he didn't have the gun. It was gone. He also realized there was blood dripping from the bottom of the mirror and from the cracks of the mirror. Seto gulps. What did he do for that to happen?
The floorboards creaked as Seto got up. When he saw his reflection on the cracked mirror, he looked...well...monsterus.
Seto slowly walked out of the room, not wanted to attract attention.
He saw the silhouette of a person with red eyes standing at the end of the hall, before it ran down the hall towards the front doors.. It didn't look like Ty, Sky, Jason, and it didn't even look like Mitch.
"Hey! Wait!" Seto called out, realizing his voice wasn't that loud. He gave chance to the mysterious person. The person stopped to catch their breath at the end of the hall. Seto stopped a few feet away from the person.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
The person started laughing like a maniac. Seto became unsettled. The person's head turned to face Seto.
"Hello...SETO."
Seto was staring right at his own Insanity. He'd caught up to it.