I slogged through the halls of the jail. I was walking in no specific direction, and my thoughts were spiraling without any clear end. This was the time of day that was supposed to be spent doing physical activity, but I was much to messed up to care about such mundane things.
If only I had the powers I had before...
I hit my fist against one of the iron walls, lining the hallways. The chains on my wrists clanked, sounding like the anguished screams of the prisoners.
Further down the hall I heard the sounds of screaming, most likely one of my fellow prisoners getting tortured.
But I didn't care any longer.
I didn't care about anything any longer.... except getting out of here.
But as I thought those words I could tell that even they weren't true.
I had no care of getting out of here. If I did care I would be actually trying to get out instead of pacing through the halls.
"Why so depressed?"
I heard the words, shattering the silence that had engulfed the entire prison.
The voice was distorted and seemed to come from some sort of intercom.
"We were all born into this world from blood and pain...but now all that blood and pain will stop...or us. I will paint this world red! HAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
I took a step back....what was that voice...probably just an insane prisoner that somehow hacked into the intercom system...right?
I looked down on my hands-
What.
In my hands I held some sort of microphone.
And then that's when I realized.
The tortured screams I had heard...
Had been my own.
The mysterious words on the intercom...
Had been me.
Who am I?
I felt the words spiral through my insane brain.
"Who am I?"
I said this in a whisper...but the "whisper" left my lips in an enraged scream.
I heard a soft cackle of laughter, and then an eerie whisper in my ear.
"Smile, Xalvual Evilian. Smile...because it confuses people..."
I kind of imagine this entire chapter playing with spooky classical music like from those Dark Academia playlists!!!!!
I no longer had a sense of self all I was was as shell of nothingness, but now I felt the first emotion I had felt in 10 years.
And it was fear.
Cold, suffocating, fear. It felt like I was getting punched in the face from some higher being constantly, and at this point I was to scared to think, so maybe I was.
"Why so serious? Don't tell me that your....scared?"
The voice said that last part mockingly. And what he said was the truth.
"B.....bow down to me.....!!!! I am Xalvual-"
I tried my best to begin to seem cool, but it didn't work.
i looked down and saw that the mysterious man was a knife to my neck.
he had barely said I word yet I knew not to mess with him.
What was even happening-
"Right now your wishing you could just wake up from this bad nightmare aren't you? Don't worry though~ when I feel that way I just turn the horror into a comedy!"
And then I fainted.
And the world was black and cruel.... nothing was going as plannned. In an average life I would have been going to highschool....in my other life I would have been sitting on a throne commanding my subjects....but in this life-
I'm sitting in a dank alleyway in the pouring rain surrounded by trash and the reflections of neon lights from the outside city.
Wait
what?
where am i
This story is going on hiatus unless someone comments a new idea