Amethyst Ice

Ch.3-Mental Anguish

Perhaps there's a reason to why Sanderson is currently like he is...

A young boy no older than ten sat on his bed, silently looking out the window at the pixies floating around.

"How come I'm not with any of them?" He asked.

(Because you don't want to be with them.) The voice said.

"Because you won't go away."

(You know why they're smiling, don't you?) The voice asked.

"Because...they're happy." He said.

"Why aren't I like that?"

(You don't want to be like that.)

"Yes, I do." he said as he watched people float on by.

(You know why they're smiling, don't you?)

"No..." He said, afraid of what the answer would be.

(Because they want to hurt you...because they think you're a crazy and dangerous child...) The voice said coldly.

"That's not true!" he yelled.

(You know it is...one night they're going to sneak into your bedroom ...and smother you with a pillow...)

"They won't!" He yelled again.

(Do you think I would lie to you?) The voice asked.

"N...No..."

(If I were you, I'd kill them before they kill you...)

"A...Are you sure about this?" He asked.

(They want to kill you...)

"But they all love me..." He said as he slowly made his way out his bedroom door.

(They don't love you...they only want you dead because they're scared of you...)

"Leave me alone!"

(Iwon't...not until you're safe...)

"If...if I end this...will you leave me alone?"

(Of course...)

Sanderson's eyes suddenly snapped open; his grip tightening on the armchair rests as he stared out into the darkness of his office, breathing harshly.

"You...liar…" He whispered as he sat in his chair. For as long as he could remember, that voice has always haunted him...A nagging, evil, and sadistic voice that slowly was driving him mad to a point where he didn't know what was fantasy and reality anymore. He reached for desk drawer, and opened it up. A sharp knife glinted manacingly in the light of the fire as he took it out and placed it to his wrist, where dozens of other old discolored scars and cut flesh still stood like a horrible memory.

"You..." He gritted his teeth as he slowly ran it across his pale skin. A bead of red appeared, and slowly became a stream as it dripped from his wrist to the desk.

"LIAR!" He winced as he slashed himself the second time, and watched in fascination at his blood puddling on his desk. A dark bloody red...he wiped the knife with the hem of his blazer, and stuck in back into the drawer, slamming it shut as he could feel himself grow dizzier by the minute. Despite the fact that he was putting his life at risk, it was the only way he could do to keep from going crazier than he already was. Sanderson kept staring at the blood oozing from his wound, before he slowly raised his wrist, pressing it against his mouth hungrily and started sucking. For some reason he found that to be comforting after every slice...to taste his own salty blood upon his pink tongue. Yet he wondered what it would be like to taste someone else's as he sat there running his tongue all over his arm where the crimson liquid had spilled. Suddenly, the intercom on his desk beeped.

"Boss...you're awful quiet when you're not ordering us around..are you all right?" A voice asked. Sanderson licked his lips sensuously as he pressed the button.

"I'm fine...I'm just thinking.." He said. Sanderson let go of the button and sat back in his sable black chair. Barely a few minutes had passed when he heard someone yelling loudly outside the window. They must've been really loud if they reached up to the top floor. The dark-haired pixie slowly got up and peeked through the window blinds to see Cosmo and Wanda down below.

"...What's their problem?" He muttered, watching the pink-haired woman yell at her husband.

"...Actually thought Sanderson was hitting on me! Are you even listening to me?"

"I was just jealous!" Sanderson started to grow interested in their little spat.

"Well your jealousy is suffocating me! I know that you mean well Cosmo, but it's starting to drive me nuts! Is there a time where I can talk to someone without you getting all into their face?" Wanda demanded.

"...No." Cosmo murmured.

"And why is that?"

"Because I don't want to share you with anyone else." Cosmo said. Wanda slowly shook her head as she started to fly away from him, muttering something. Sanderson closed the blinds as they passed by the windows.

(You know this will work to your advantage...) He suddenly heard a cold voice within him.

"Leave me alone..." The pixie snapped.

(You remember how their godchild always thwarted your plans to take over Fairy World...)

"...I said, leave..NOW." Sanderson gritted his teeth

(And you want to start your revenge...with these two lazy, good-for-nothing miscreants. You want kill the kid...and hurt them at the same time.)

"Why? They're already miserable enough without him." Sanderson muttered.

(So? You did it to your parents...and H.P...what's the difference?)

"Back off!" Sanderson snarled.

(Touchy on that subject, are we?)

"...Shut up!"

(You poor, psycotic boy...you've let everyone walk all over you since you were a kid...didn't you?) The voice sneered.

(And don't lie...because I watched over your whole life...)

"I...I did...I'm not proud of myself." He muttered, feeling ashamed.

(But you won't take that crap any more...because now you'll slit their throats even if they look at you wrong...won't you?)

"...Yes." Sanderson looked to the side.

(But before that, you'll mentally abuse them first, just like they did to you.)

"Until their minds are at the point of insanity..." Sanderson found himself uttering darkly.

"And that...is the time to strike."

(That is right...you had casted off your shell, and will finally be able to show your true self...)

"My...true self..." Sanderson whispered in a dreamy voice.

(Express all the anger, frustration, pain, and sadness you've experienced for 24,000+ years that you always kept locked away...) The dark prince smiled evilly as he opened up another drawer and took out familiar gadgets. They were the same remote and electric collars that H.P. used on Cosmo and Wanda to break Timmy of his bad wishing. But he was going to...tweak it a bit...

"Cosmo..." He whispered dementedly as he cradled the electro-collar to his cheek. "I'm coming for you first..."