"God DAMN IT!" He shouted. His fists hit the walls, a grimace stuck to his face. Beads of sweat rolled down his face in torrents, leaving shining marks down his face that the light bounced off of to create the look of pure distress.
His insides were on fire. A heat so unbearable that he doubled over in pain and vomited on himself. Tears streamed from his eyes as his body betrayed him and tore at his skin, leaving bloody scratches on his arms, his consciousness trying to claw itself out of this prison it was ensnared in. His jaw was clenched so tightly that muscles in his neck bulged and pulsed and throbbed as an inhuman amount of pressure was put upon them. He screamed and fell backwards and his whole body writhed as the burning took over his mind and body and brain.
He could not think. He could not form coherent thoughts, let alone words or sentences. Looking back on this state of pure agony, he remembers noises resembling those of an animal being killed leaking from his mouth. Sounds of agony and pain that no human could ever make unless their body was being pushed to the absolute limit. Where the pain was beyond their control. This is what pure, animalistic torture felt like. But, somehow it came from within.
Suddenly, It all stopped. And a voice invaded his mind, and told his limbs what to do.
Stand.
And his body did so.
Go to the bathroom. Wash the cuts.
And so it was done.
He fought. He concentrated every single cell he had while his feet walked to the bathroom. He tried to stop it. His body washed the cuts. It splashed water on his face. But it would not look in the mirror.
Go break a glass. Tell anyone who asks you that you injured yourself when you slipped with a glass in your hand.
And his body did so. It walked to the stairs, down, to the kitchen, and to the cabinet. His hand reached out, grabbed a glass, and smashed it on the floor.
Put the pieces in the trash.
With his bare hands, his body betrayed him once again and picked up the glass and placed every last piece in the garbage.
Who the hell are you?? He thought with all his might.
I am You.
Laughter filled his mind, and everything went dark.
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Demoni
Fanfiction"We've waited too long..." He said, with a sinister smile, "And now you're going to get us out." ---- Anti and Dark are stuck in the Malavita. A parallel universe to the living world where demons and ghosts reside. They are Demoni...mirror images o...
