Shards of shattered glass lay around his bare feet, blood flecked across them as drops dripped the hand that hung at the mans side as he stared into the remains of the broken mirror where a mocking gaze met his own tired one. Leon stared, his dull blue grey eyes held by the amber ones that seemed so much colder then his own could, the mocking laughter ringing in his ears as he shuddered.
What makes you think you you got rid of me? You foolish little cub, you can't chase this Lion away so easily when you've still got so much darkness hiding in your heart.
"Shut up…" he breathed out, shaking his head as he lifted his hands. The blood still trickling down his arm from the cuts and shards still in his hand. "Shut up…"
The rage you feel, that's me. The craving for something you can't place…that's my hunger for blood. How long do you think you can just force me away before I claw back to my rightful place. You…me. WE are the Lion of Balamb, we revel i the fight….the heat of battle and taste of copper blood on out lips. Don't you remember!?
"NO!" He choked out, "We are not the same! I am not you…." A shudder ran down his body as that voice rang with memories of blades clashing with painful force and cries coming from those fallen at his feet. "Im not…"
Don't try to deny it, you can still feel that power in you. That strength and thrill. You miss it and crave it. This mundane life is nothing compared to the hunt! The chase…imagine it. I can give you that back. Just let me free.
"You'll hurt them. Everyone I give a damn about, you'll kill them" He felt his legs weaken, giving out under him.
Those friends are a weakness, they don't even care about you. Fool, you are just a tool for them. Someone to do the work they don't want to do, the first chance they get you'll end up forgotten about.
"Not true" He whispered, feeling dizzy from everything. Was he still bleeding…?
That's it…sleep little cub. I will take care of everything…