Chapter 4: Cracking
Evil and vengeance exists within all beings. This is the forces of nature. No matter how pure one may appear on the outside, nothing can hide the corruption and evil of the inner soul. At least, not for long, until it eventually claims all. No matter who it claims, the evil will seize upon the heart, either slowly or at once, until it eradicates all sense, all kindness and all attributes of the pure soul, leaving nothing but a hollow shell, unable to reason or cede to any signs of compassion or warmth. The victim in question will be tortured endlessly in it's physical, mental and emotional form and subconscious, forced to submit to the darkness of it's inner corruption, and live the rest of it's life, one which will not even grasp the simplest of memories, in the wretched state it has become.
This, in short, is the path to insanity.
Flare took a sharp intake of air. "Focus." He breathed. "Keep calm." He tried to control his emotions, no matter how jaded they had been after his vision. He still had to find his way out of his imprisoning, endless cavern, regardless of what was happening.
He flicked his hand and willed a fire to burst from his hand, orange flames licking his paled flesh. He mimicked a throwing motion and the fire left his hand, projected at a boulder three times his size. The rock burst apart in a violent flash, throwing chunks of sediment in all directions.
Flare stared down at the smouldering remnants. The feeling of satisfaction coursed through him, which worried him. The same feeling had happened not too long ago when he had killed the snake. The feeling of destruction. "I can't let this happen to me." He said to himself. He tried to stem the adrenaline of his chaotic feelings, but suddenly he was blown off his feet. Landing hard on his side, he desperately looked around to find the attacker, but the cavern was still empty. He head reeled around as his vision went awry, tinting the world red as sight became distorted and peripheral.
"What's going on?" He tried to speak, before he was gripped with a painful spasm, the feeling shocking his body to the core, spearing into his brain, hurting it further.
The cold realization hit him. He had done it to himself, somehow. He was causing his own body and mind to break. He could feel his body and eyes tightening, his mind at war while he still tried to see reason.
"I'm turning on myself? What's going on?" He strained. He could feel it slowly registering inside. He was losing it. His sanity.
"No...n...no!" He shouted, a scratchy, strangled sound of a dying animal. "I can't! No!" He let out a horrible cry, something between a scream and a death cry.
He was slowly losing it. Cracks were building in the mirror.
End of C4.
Yeah, I tried to experiment at the start of the chapter with a sort of narration. What did you think?
I couldn't write much, but still. I promise there will be more soon, I just had a bad case of writer's block as I figure out what to do with Flare. Plus, my writing in general is losing some ground to my other interests. Ah well.