Catatonic

Dread

After another two hours of just sitting there on his couch and staring at the blank, black TV screen, he got up and went to bed. Maybe tomorrow all this would turn out to be some kind of cruel headfuck his mind had conjured up in his dreams to scare him. Why his own head would do something like this to him he didn't know. With a sigh, the first sound he had uttered since the conversation with Andy a couple of hours ago, he laid his head onto his pillow and closed his weary eyes.

***

A tall, shadowy figure stood next to his desk in his office room. The stranger didn't move; he (Kyle assumed from the person's built that it was a he) only stared at the few things that occupied the space on the wooden surface. Kyle wanted to ask what the stranger was doing in his home, why he was standing there, unmoving and utterly silent.

As Kyle opened his mouth to speak, he heard a loud whimper from somewhere on the floor, followed by a single, bloodcurdling cry of pain. He started, looking at the stranger, who still had his back turned to him, then at the dark red liquid flowing out of the victim's pieces that were suddenly scattered over the floor, then back at the stranger again. That was when he started screaming. He didn't even know how long he stood there, filled with a terror that shook his insides and forced the sound out of his mouth. With a slow, graceful movement, the figure turned his head and smiled maliciously at him. The scream died in Kyle's throat as he realised: He was staring at himself.
His doppelganger stepped away from the mess on the floor and moved towards Kyle. With an evil smirk, he whispered in his ear:
"Now don't look so horrified at what you've done, Kyle. Give in to the real feelings. That sweet satisfaction that comes after you're finished with your victim. I know it's in there..."
Kyle shook his head violently, feeling dread coursing through him. He didn't want to look at the scene of destruction in front of him, but his eyes were drawn to it anyway, not listening to the voice in his head that shouted at him to keep his eyes shut. The evil twin furrowed his brows in irritation for a second, then resumed his piercing stare and whispered dangerous words to him once again.
"Kyle, stop fighting it. You know what you did felt good. You know we're alike. You want this. Being the one to cause these pained cries, seeing your victim break under your hands and-"
"You're wrong.", Kyle cut in with a shaking voice. "You're evil, and you're wrong. I'm not like you at all. I would never do something like that!"
At his words, the stranger with Kyle's face went rigid. His face contorted into a scowl, and he shoved Kyle into the wall behind them. With one swift motion, he wrapped one of his hands around Kyle's throat and smiled like the madman he was.

"Oh, but don't you see? You already have..."