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RW #4 - Crystalline [NTB]

yay another rewrite

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OG

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(BLAZA POV)

Vizor.

His voice.

It rings in my head like a clock tower striking 12.

I can't bear it.

The sounds of battle clashed around me.

My ears.

They're ringing.

When will it stop?

Time to join the fight.

I will not!

You will do as I say, human.

I can't fight back.

I don't have the strength.

"Blaza, stay near me!"

Akik?

His voice was distant.

It echoed around me.

"Blaza! Are you okay?"

I... I don't think I'm okay.

I fell to my knees.

The darkness was trying to consume me.

Yet somehow...

It can't.

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"Why won't you just give in already?!"

Vizor growled at me. I was on the ground, in the Void where all the nightmares brought me. Tentacles wrapped around me and held fast. I felt one of them creep across my nose, and I held my breath as to not inhale the liquid.

Vizor lashed his tail angrily. "What are you doing to stop me from taking control?!"

"I-I swear," I manage to sputter through the tentacle across my face, "I'm not doing a thing!"

Vizor summoned a sphere of shadow in his hands, and thrust it towards me. It encircled me, and I screamed in pain. It was as if it was ripping my insides to shreds, it hurt so bad.

"Give. Me. Control."

"Even... if it was me... preventing you... from taking control," I said, taking a painful inhale between some words, "I still... wouldn't give... it to... you."

I screamed again as the pain intensified. Vizor growled, and turned back to look through my living eyes.

Suddenly, a blurry orange figure appeared next to Vizor. The figure seemed to focus in, and formed the shape of Dawn.

"What's wrong, my love?" She asked.

Vizor growled. "Something's preventing me from taking control. I don't know what yet."

"Do you feel any presence?" Dawn questioned.

As the two talked, I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. The tentacle that had crept over my nose retracted, and I took a deep breath of air in relief. I looked behind me, and I saw Fake Akik standing there, glowing ominously on the dark.

"I cannot help more that this," he whispered, his voice echoing through my mind even as he had no mouth to speak through, "But this should help. At least a little."

Fake Akik then summoned a ball of light in one hand. It glowed like a tiny sun, and I saw flecks of blackened shadow dancing within its rays. He lightly pressed it against my chest, and it dissipated into dust.