"You're nothing but a shadow puppet of darkness..."
"You were born to be an assassin..."
"The only way you can look at a person is whether you can kill it or not."
"You cannot have friends..."
I was trapped in a dark void deep inside my conscience. It started to swallowed me in like a quicksand devouring a whole entity into oblivion.
I can hear nothing but my own thoughts, fears and anxiety screaming all at once in my throbbing head.
I hate how I can't defy him...
I hated myself...
I quivered in a corner, whimpering in despair as I watched him approach closer...
"Kill... it's pointless now..."
and closer...
"It's inevitable..."
"Just accept it..."
"You are an assassin. You were born to be one..."
"The more you struggle, the more painful it gets..."
"Just embrace the reality of your fate..."
He stretched his hand, reaching for my forehead as I can feel my world slowly started to collapse right before my eyes. My body felt like it was about to melt, and my head was about to explode... The pressure is just too strong...
"Kill... Just wake up..."
I can't resist it...
"Open your eyes..."
I feel like I'm being teared apart... I leaned to the wall, squirming... Hands trembling...
"Wake up..."
"Kil..."
"Wake up..."
No... I just can't stand it anymore...
"Wake up..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~!"
I screamed like I was about to disgorge the contents of my lungs out before I eventually stopped, panting...
I opened my eyes.
"Wake... up..."
That familiar squeaky voice.
"Kill?"
His tiny pale hand reached for my forehead, lightly touching it. My eyes fluttered open, trying to process everything into my head...
A dream...
It was a dream...
"Ah! Good you finally woke up..." He took his little hand back.
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Fanfiction《 HXH Fanfiction 》 "You're not allowed to make friends... they would just betray you in the end or YOU will betray them." What does that mean? Killua on his way to the past out of a random decision. Did he choose the right path? Would this path answ...
