Alex's Point of View
I was in darkness but I didn't think it was the absence of light, I think it was the absence of anything. I looked down at my body. It was covered in an aura of purple. I stepped back, almost hoping that I could escape the glow as if it was a cloud.
It didn't work.
"Alex?" I looked up. Quincy stood in front of me. He was frowning.
I tried to ask him what was going on, but my voice didn't work. I saw my arm raise toward Quincy, but I wasn't controlling it. I watched my own body move.
My finger's closed over Quincy's neck. His eyes went wide. My grip tightened. He clawed at my hand.
I tried to fight my own body, but nothing happened.
I could feel Quincy's throat being crushed by my hand.
His legs kicked out as I lifted him off the ground.
His face turned purple.
Veins in his forehead bulged.
His mouth opened as he tried to gasp for air.
Something gave way and his body went limp.
My hand tossed him to the side like a rag doll.
What was I doing?
"What did you do?" Niles cried.
I looked back to see the boy crouch down next to his friend, cradling the body.
Niles stood, fury raged on his face. "What did you do?" He lunged forward.
I caught his head with both hands.
Rage turned to fear.
I needed to stop.
With a quick jerk, Niles's neck snapped and he was dead.
A punch slammed into my face, but I barely felt it.
Someone cried out.
Rory pulled back her hand, cradling her wrist.
I begged my body to stop moving.
Please, not her.
I hit her once across the face.
She crumpled, but before she hit the ground, I caught her.
I lifted her into the air and slammed her down over my knee.
I could hear the snap of her back.
"What's going on?" Chrys stared at me, wide eyed.
In one step I closed the distance between us.
My hand thrust forward, smashing through her rib cage.
I removed my hand and clutched in it was unidentifiable chunks of guts.
Chrys's body dropped to the floor.
I tossed her insides to the side.
My eyes met my final opponet's.
Peter.
Peter could actually win, he could stop me, he needed to stop me.
He watched me as I reached out and grabbed his shirt.
Then I beat him to his knees.
I tried to close my eyes, to stop, to do anything else, but it was useless.
"I forgive you." Peter croaked as blood flowed down his face, "I forgive-"
I cut him off with another hit.
Eventually, I let go of his shirt and looked around.
The ruined bodies of my closest friends were strewn around me.
A blast of yellow light enveloped me.