Soul Eater Next Generation: Nightmare; Death the Kidd's descent into madness?
There was Kidd, standing in the familiar bloody room in which his wife had died. He knew it was just a dream, he had this dream almost every night for the past 16 years. But, was it really a dream? Or a hallucination caused by the madness he tried so hard to lock away? He couldn't tell. But there he was, forced to watch as his beloved wife died again, forced to hear the familiar voice of Medusa taunting him as she possessed his wife's body. He watched himself kill her, slashing at her with a sword and he heard her last words.
"Why…?" she murmured as she changed from Medusa back into his wife. Then, the house grew empty. There was a moving shadow, he saw it in the corner of his eye. He turned to see if it was really there, he couldn't stop himself. The shadow circled around him, then something hit him hard in the back of the head. The shadow then pushed him against the wall, one of its hands clasped tightly around his throat a knife in the other one. He was beginning to get worried, he usually woke up before this. His vision came into focus and he couldn't believe what he saw.
He saw himself. Or, at least a copy of him. But instead of his amber eyes, this Kidd's eyes were pure black.
"How does it feel, Reaper? Seeing your loved one die everyday. Over and over again?" The copy said.
"P-please, let go…" Kidd whimpered.
"No, I don't think I will," The copy said, tightening his grip. Kidd could hardly breathe now.
"I-I'm begging you, p-please…" Kidd struggled to get the words out. The copy just tightened his grip even more.
"I can't. Kidd, why can't you understand? You are going to succumb to madness! And this is what you're going to become when you do! Accept it! Let the madness take you!" The copy yelled. Part of him wanted to give in to the madness, so this living hell could end. He just stared at the copy, who smirked at him. "I see you've finally excepted your fate." He raised the knife and brought it down on Kidd's heart. He released his grip on Kidd's neck, and let his dead body fall with a thump. "Goodbye," the copy smirked, then he snapped and disappeared.
Finally, after 16 years, Kidd had given in to the madness.
T_T Poor Kidd died… ;_; And just think about reliving the worst mistake in your life, over and over again for 16 years? Poor Kidd was already being driven crazy.