I stared across the containment room. The box had shattered, along with the bottle, a few minutes ago. The black blood dividing, molecules multiplying as it spread.

It covered the fiber glass as it crawled upward. It wasn't coming towards me, but instead it was slowly making its way to the dead Taken Thrall in the sprinted through my mind, and I stood, shoving myself closer into the untouched corner.

What if it was going to consume the Thrall? Would it come for me next? Or does it only feast upon deceased life forms?

I had been in the glass for a day. No food, no water. Nothing. Nate hadn't woken up yet, which worried me. He was still breathing, chest rising and falling. Zavala must have knocked him hard.

Zavala. That fucking bastard. I hate him. Every time his name came through in my thoughts my anger came back, I wanted to kill him.

I need to kill him. I seethed in my brain. A day in this room, I had sat. The only thing I had to look at was the medical tables, operating tables, and sharp tools on metal tables. I know that this is where Eris suffered for months, where she disappeared to. I had heard stories about what they did to her.

I wasn't about to spend months in some hell house just because those pricks thought I was Oryx's informant. I was still me. I may look different, but I am me.

I'm a Guardian. I'm Kyrine.

I hadn't felt sad since they left me in this room. Only anger.

My stomach was rumbling, which only added onto my anger. I still watched as the black moving blood made its way to the dead Thrall. My body tensed as it crawled up, diving into the cracks and dents of the Thralls decaying body. It almost melted into him.

Now, fear coursed through me. Why would it waste itself on a dead being? My mind already knew the answer. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I only watched as the rest of the blood poured itself into the Thrall. Filling its pores of taint.

When its body twitched, my stomach lurched. It's armed twitched, and I watched as its head that I had smashed with my boot, snap and crack as bones came together, and the blood drenched the brain and restored it. It was reviving it.

It was turning it fully Taken. A full servant for Oryx. My whole body went cold. I didn't have any weapons on me. And the only thing in my hand was my balled up tank top. I wouldn't be able to defend myself.

I would be killed. Ripped open by a minion of Darkness. Fear and anger hammered down my body, and I felt weighted down.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I was spiraling out of control quickly. I pressed my hands to the glass behind me.

I'm afraid of the Taken, afraid of the Dark. My breaths were shaky as I watched the Thrall quiver more. Bones cracked, and black blood seeped from open pores onto the once-pristine floor. I jumped when its leg started banging on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

I closed my eyes, trying to breathe evenly. I ran my hands through my hair, grabbing it in fistfuls. I heard scratching, and a guttural growl.

My stomach tightened and I felt bile rise when I looked up. The Thrall had become reanimated, staggering upwards, it's hand that had become disconnected form his joint dangled by black bloody tendons.

Bile rose and fell in my throat. I've seen worse, I tell myself. It has been so much worse.

I screwed my eyes shut again, and clamped my mouth down. I breathed through my nose, and as soon as I did I realized while I had involuntarily breathed through my mouth, the smell of the Thrall was horrible.

I heard the steps it took, I smelled its breath it exhaled. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my whirring thoughts. Thoughts like me dying, being ripped apart in this forsaken glass box. And Nate waking up to find me dead and ripped open, a monster of Dark feeding on my insides.

I didn't even know if it would attack me.

My anxiety made my stomach churn, and wetness poured out of my eyes.

I opened my eyes, taking labored breaths, I was looking at the pristine floor. I heard the clicks of the claws on its feet against the floor. It was coming closer. And closer.

And closer.

It probably smelled the saltiness of my tears, heard the thumping of my heart.

It knew the smell fear.

The memory of me smashing its skull in flooded my mind, the malice in my thoughts, voice.

The previous malice was gone. I was fearful as it was less then three feet away from my being.

That's when I hear banging on the glass, frantic and loud. I turned my head to my right to see Nate's horrified face. He's yelling, but no sound reaches my ears. The thick glass makes sure of that. His face contorts painfully, his eyes burning with emotion that I may never understand the meaning of.

He slammed his fists on the glass, making it ripple from impact. His eyes, that were trained on me moments ago, now turned and widened.

And I knew the emotion that flooded them now. I've seen it countless times, but never on his face.

Horror.

I turned away from him. His frantic banging now slowing. The Thrall paid him no attention. It hobbled towards me, and I felt cold and alone despite my friend on the other side of the glass. I was cornered by Darkness. Contained Darkness. I could feel it slithering around me, coiling and tightening. Suffocating me.

There was no pounding, no muffled yells. Only the click of the Thralls feet against the cold floors and its guttural snarling.

It stopped moving. I stopped breathing. It was less then five inches from my face. Its horrid breath covered my pores.

My eyes bored into its head as it snapped its head back, then back down, and I felt the spray of blood from its dangling jaw cover my face. It reared back and tensed its arms, and screamed. I watched its larynx stretch and throb with blood.

I watched as its throat burst, and more blood sprayed. It stood, resolute in front me. Its shoulders heaved, up and down like being pulled up and down by a weight.

I stared at it. My own black blood slamming my arteries. My head pounded. And the presence of the heavy necklace seemed to sink into my chest. Despite the protection of the necklace, the whispers raged loud, the calling to the Dark.

The Thrall inched closer, and closer. The smell of death was still ever evident as blood poured down its chest, and its throat hung from its neck.

I held back a gag and covered my nose. The Thrall wasn't making any advantages.

Hello, Awoken.

I opened my mouth, and air poured into my lungs, I gasped as I felt it taken from me once again. I closed my eyes, and hung my head. I pressed myself closer to the wall the louder whisper pushed through my mind. I felt it in my head, deep inside.

I felt invaded. Who was this? What was this?

I snapped my head up, and my eyes opened. The resurrected Thrall cocked its sunken in head, looking in my direction.

"You." I breathed.

It looked at me, almost in what I would call curiosity. And strode closer to me.

Yes, me. Guardian.

Pain came in suddenly. A sharp pain, I gasped and grabbed my head. I sank to the floor and felt the cold wall against my back.

"Wha-what's happening?!" I yelled. The pain made my head roar, it was loud and uncontrolled. Blinking rapidly I looked to the Thrall.

It was on all fours now, circling me. It was the only thing I could see. Everything else was black. Everything else didn't matter.

The Dark is doubling efforts...foryou.

No..I won't fall into the Dark pit. But I feel myself being sucked in. I feel it in my body, coursing through my tainted blood. My hands roamed my face, smearing Thrall blood. I couldn't feel my face. I closed my eyes. But I still saw it. I still saw it circling me. It's throat dangling and its grotesque head.

I still saw it.

I. Still. Saw. It.

You, Guardian, you are different. I cannot speak of why. Only how. Your Light, before Oryx tainted it was already...

Tainted. You have been pre-destined to be a Servant of the Dark. Embrace it.

I coughed, my throat felt clogged. It felt full. I couldn't think about the words the Thrall said. I heard the banging again. And I could almost heard him yelling. But then the pain overlapped it like the scream of someone who's throat never gave out.

Like someone in pain. My eyes were still shut.

It was me. I grabbed my head, jerking violently. I felt my body convulse as the whisper racked my whole being.

I wailed, I heard myself. I knew it was me. I felt shame that it was me. The pain felt hot and cold, it grew and grew until I felt the whispers uncurl from my body, exiting my pores. And it took a part of me with them.

It took half of my soul, with them.

I clawed at the glass, sobbing. I saw Nate in my burred vision. I laid my head against the glass, and pulled my legs to my chest, crying.

Defeated.

I felt the Darkness fade away, but the Thrall was still there. Still behind me.

I reached out, and felt no malice in it. No vengeful notions. Only pity. Could a servant of the Dark really feel pity for me, the one that crushed it, the one that ended its existence temporarily?

Could it?

Yes.

I sucked in a breath as it came beside me, looming over my hunched form. I looked at the metal wall, my eyes half closed.

"You, were you the voice?" I murmured, and I lowered my eyes.

Yes.

It's voice didn't sound as I thought it would. It wasn't seething with hate, only pity. Emotion. It didn't sound scratchy like its cries and screeches.

It was almost human.

Almost.

"How." I stated.

There is no how, Guardian. I am the Dark you released the day you decided to become Light. I'm your Thrall. Your servant.

"You are a product of Darkness, of Oryx. You are not mine, Thrall." I mumbled against my skin. It wasn't mine. It wasn't my servant. I was servant to the Light, the Traveler. No one was my servant. Could I even trust this...thing?

It's not a thing, its an entity of the Dark is what it is.

Every time I took a breath my body ached. I wanted to fall asleep, in my own bed and not on the cold ground. Not in the containment unit.

I was sent by Oryx to help you. You killed me before I had a chance. It hummed in my mind. But I felt no pain, only odd comfort.

"If I do remember correctly," I shifted to look at it. "you attacked me."

You, were killing brethren. Wouldn't you do the same?

I turned around, drawing my knees up to my chest again, and placing my head on them. "Yes. But I don't want a servant of the Dark. So I suggest you give up on that." I stared at it. It had sat down in front of me. My heart was still racing and anxiousness was still in my veins.

I brought my hand up to wipe the tears when the Thralls clawed hand touched mine.

I jerked back when I felt the pull of the Light reach out to me, instead of the Dark I expected.

"What are you?" I whispered harshly.

I am Enki. And I am your servant of Light, and Dark.