I burst through the door to my room and locked it with a dull click behind me. As the adrenaline began to fade from my veins I felt weak, I sat on the edge of my bed and just stared into space, eyes wide open. Shell shocked. One thought rushed through my nearly blank mind, a shot sentence once only attributed to films and games, now the only way to describe what was happening
"Shit just got real"
I paused for a moment and collected my scattered thoughts, what happened? Was he dead? What did I do? What if it happens again?
I knew only one place could help with these thoughts as I flicked on my computer; The Internet. I sat down in my chair and turned to face a mirror I saw my pale face looking back at me, a thin layer of pain and guilt pasted on my dull eyes. The green one stared back hopefully, the blue one seemed to roar its triumph at me. I thought about the noise for a moment and suddenly wished I hadn't; for I realised that deep down- May God have mercy on my soul- I wanted to feel that, that power, Once more.
I heard my computer chirp into life and I put in my password. I was about to call Connie but then I decided that was a bad idea, I couldn't explain it to her. I opened up MSN and began to talk to an old friend, Black ICE.