The Proxy Trials 2... Annihilation (ON HOLD)

The Fifth Trial...

The Halfway mark is finally here. And it only gets harder.

These were the last words which became prone to Dawn's ears. The back of her neck met with the icy breeze, and she shivered. She was cold and her whole body ached, and she felt weird. She couldn't be bothered to get up, but the one question which kept tracing into her thoughts: "I need some ice-cream in ma life right about now."

It was the metallic ice-cream van music she ended up being captivated to. Suddenly, Dawn spruced up a little, when she heard the soft laughter coming from young children. Hang on - young children? This was meant to be the hardest Trial yet, and she survived a friggin knife rain. So why the actual hell was she sitting on a swing in the middle of a park, full of cute young children?

 *** A good looking enough guy walked on over to me, and he looked around my age. I smiled happily, and then something odd happened. I ticked.

It was only for a fleeting moment, but it happened. My whole neck shook violently, and I felt the knot in my stomach tighten a LOT. What the hell? why is my neck having issues? I couldn't help it - I lifted my palms to my face, and gasped.

My hands. They were...they're not mine. They're not mine. They're slightly grimy with ink, and a whole load of rubber marks had been etched into what would have been really nice peachy skin. Those rubber marks literally SCREAMED self-harm at me. Why would I... these are NOT mine. I look down at my shoes. Battered converses. Battered, and on my legs were ripped up blue skinny jeans. I felt itchy and small in this oversized browny-greeny sweater. I don't wear this sort of poorly cuh-rap.

The good-looking guy suddenly has a few other friends tagging behind him. He grins childishly. Maybe it's time a get my flirt on after all that swooning over the trampy, retarded, lo-living, cheapskate, shaggy, dirty, messed-up bastard-whore who was Eyeless Jack. I kinda feel better about myself now. I give "handsome" one of my very best Dawn smiles, but it feels different, like my mouth is just as battered and twisted as these converses. I let out a "Hello." But I sound like a flippin puberty-hit man. A MAN.

I turn to look at the guy, horrified, yet he's perplexed and unsurprised. Why does my - OMG do females have voice changes as well?! crikey. He carries on smirking, and it kind of reminds me of that Cheshire Cat. But obviously a much more better looking one at that. He sits on the swing beside me and digs me in the ribs, treating me like a guy. "Hey, man. Think you can get off so my girlfriend can sit?" He sounds nice. But his eyes and expression say otherwise.

"Sure!" I squeak in that same man-tone. And then the back of my head gives way, and feels like an electric current had just rammed itself into my undeserving brain. I twitched again, my whole body spazzing out, what is this? Everyone didn't seem to care, and carried on smiling their asses off, whilst I was stuck in a clash between pain, humiliation and agony.

Kill them.... Burn it all down. Kill them all - you know you want to.

Agh-wtf? That whispering tone - it sounds so familiar... Come to me, my Proxy. You were born to serve me, born to kill for me. You like killing, don't you? You were the one who killed Lyra. And you know it. You were the one who framed your sister- setting it all up so it looked like a car-crash. You killed Lyra. Do you want me to remind you of your bloodthirsty nature?

"Shut UP!" I screamed to the voice, wanting to get rid of it. I wanted to know who this voice was. His "girlfriend" pressed up against his chest and ran her pointy fingernails down his toned arms and kept saying, "Harry babe, can we just leave? You're always picking on Rogers,  why not leave him be for at least once? Please?" She looked at me pleadingly. I knew it. I KNEW it. I was - I think I was in his body...