His Submissive Omega (boyxboy) Old Version

Chapter 77: Dark Feels Better To Me

(For this chapter, you'll have to know that there is more to Atticus than meets the eye.)

~Atticus's POV~

I was walking through the woods thinking about what October told me.
"Crimson?" I asked my wolf.
"What?" He harshly answered.
"Why do you hate me?" I asked.
He snarled.
"You are stupid to ask that. Listen to yourself! You pathetic, worthless child!" Crimson shouted.
I looked down at my feet as I walked.
"Can I at least have control of my black magic again?" I asked.
"And why should I give you such power?" Crimson asked.
"Because I asked nicely, asshole." I said.
"Well played. Fine." Crimson said.
I felt myself getting stronger. About time. A noise sounded behind me. I turned around and there laid a knife. A sharp knife. It had my name written on it.
"The hell is this? Some sick joke?" Crimson asked.
"I don't know." I said.
I picked it up and it felt... Dense. Heavy. Like it had a million and one secrets in it. Secrets that rested in every layer of metal this object contained. Why is my name on it? I heard another sound. The hell is this? 'Scare the daylight out of Atticus' day? Cause it's working. A note laid right where the knife once sat. I picked it up. It read;

You've grown so much, my child. You've been through so much. You have seen the dangers of this world first hand. You've been abandoned and forgotten. By your mate. Your friends. Your family. All but one. All but Little October. Black magic runs in your family. And yet, you're the one who received this retched curse. Be careful darling..."

The rest of it got torn off. Guess what was left was important enough to hide. You think? I sighed. This 'writer' was right. This black magic is a curse. Everyone left me because of it. All but October, but that's only because he's the only one who understands. Understands the pain.

The pain I'm enduring.

The pain I've suffered.

And yet, I still feel alone. Even with his guidance. Even with his help. I feel... Alone. I feel... Empty. Is that how you're supposed to feel? When everyone's left you? Because they're scared of you. It should hurt... Right? Then why... Doesn't it? Why doesn't it hurt? Why doesn't my heart ache with sadness anymore?

What changed?

I guess I'll never know. I looked at the knife in my hands. But what's with this thing? Why did I find it? Or why was it given to me? Who gave it to me? And why is my name written on it? Is this... Thing supposed to mean something? Supposed to symbolize something? To draw a memory from the past? My past? All these questions is giving me a migraine. Why? Why? Why? Why do I try? Why do I bother? I saw something flash in the corner of my eye. Who's here? I saw... Me?

"Hello, Atticus." The mirror me said.
"Who are you? Why do you look like me?" I asked.
The other me laughed.
"I'm the dark version of you. The version that hides away... watching you fall apart." The dark me said.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
Dark Atticus laughed.
"Simple, child. I am the reason you feel 'empty' and 'alone' as you had previously stated. If you hadn't had black magic, I would not be here. I would not exist with you in this world." Dark Atticus said.
"Why not? My black magic should have nothing to do with you." I said.
"You sweet, innocent, naive child. You know nothing of the powers you possess. We possess. Crimson has not a thing to do with us. He is nothing but another being. One who takes up a vast majority of you. You need to rid yourself of him." Dark Atticus said.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I shouted.
Crimson is my friend. My companion. He has been with me through thick and thin. I'm not 'ridding' myself of him! Dark Atticus chucked darkly.
"How sweet... you have become attached to the mutt. Atticus, naive Atticus, you have strength you don't know you have. But that wolf of yours blocks the power you deserve." Dark Atticus said.
What?
"That knife in your hands..." Dark Atticus said.
I looked at the knife and then back at him.
"That knife is slowly getting rid of Crimson. It is silver after all." Dark Atticus said.
"Then why isn't it burning me? Normally it hurts the human form too." I said.
"Here's your innocence again. Your cluelessness. You lack knowledge, my child. That knife won't bother your human because it isn't designed to hurt your human form. It is designed to hurt Crimson." Dark Atticus said.
No wonder he's the dark version of me. He's fucking terrifying!
"What do you want from me?!" I asked.
Dark Atticus smiled. This smile was wicked, full of hate.
"As I stated... I WOULD NOT EXIST IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOUR BLACK MAGIC!" Dark Atticus shouted.
Oh my God. As if he wasn't scary enough. His smile faded and he looked normal again.
"You belong to me." Dark Atticus said.
He disappeared. I felt a hurting sensation. Exactly like a headache. But it hurt so much worse. I blacked out.

~Dark Atticus's POV~

The naive child. He was a fool. An idiot. Someone who knows not the powers he possesses. I do. I've accepted them long ago. I opened my eyes. The world I saw was red. I saw the normal colors of the world, just as Atticus once did. But I see a red border around it. Like a picture frame around a picture. I love this feeling. Quiet.

No Atticus.

No Crimson.

Just me.

And that's exactly how it's going to be!