Heart of The Virus

Static Heart, Electric Mind

There's nothing but black here.

He's begun to realize that.

He walks and he walks and he walks and there's nothing to be found. He's alone in this place. Things around him feel blurry and misshapen. The only things he can entertain himself with are the thoughts of a man with no ideas and the whispers of someone who followed him like a ghost but felt strangely familiar, like talking to himself.

A strange red force crackled around his hand. It always became stronger the longer he thought about he was stuck here. In nowhere, no idea or thought about what this place was or if there was anything beyond.

"There is"

Something in the back of his mind whispered.

"And it's all ours"

The second voice didn't sound quite like the first, but he liked how it talked. It was soothing and tugged at his mind in the best ways. It wanted to lead him to something, something good, something he wanted.

He doesn't know how long he continues before something different happened.

There was a voice, a new one. One that didn't feel like it was speaking into his ear, or following him around.

No, this voice came from the darkness, muffled and distorted, but a voice none the less.

Something new.

But that didn't mean it was anything good.

It didn't comfort him like the other ones.

This voice hurt.

It wormed its way inside his head causing a throbbing that was really starting to piss him off. He wanted it to go away and it wouldn't.

And then it came back. Stronger this time, demanding.

His head roared.

He tripped and stumbled backwards attempting to regain balance as the pain racked through his brain.

He backed up further and further and then-

Something cold was pressing against his back.

He froze.

He could see glowing out of the corner of his eyes.

Something was right behind him.

The voice yelled again and he found himself scrambling backwards to get away from whatever was there.

White... somethings. Rectangles of white and red stood like a wall following him around.

Each one of them, he discovered later, had a little picture thing inside. There were people in them, smiling and laughing.

And yelling and getting louder and louder and louder.

He didn't do anything about them at first, there wasn't anything he could do about them.

But then that voice, that voice came back. And then more of them, a bunch of different loud and grating voices. All of them nagged and nagged and that wall grew and grew and grew.

All around him these little screen things followed him, swirling around in a cyclone. They were screaming at him. A thousand voices at once, all of them demanding his attention and they just, kept, YELLING.

The wall got bigger, everything got louder.

The boxes swarmed him trying to swallow him. Suffocating him getting closer and closer and tightening around him.

It was too loud, it was too loud IT WAS TOO LOUD.

Suddenly he felt something build up and surge inside him.

Something new. Something powerful.

The images got closer and closer swarming him and finally in a burst of panic he threw a punch.

Electricity erupted from his hand.

Suddenly all the voices and yelling and swirling stopped as he took in the massive hole that had now torn through the images that had been driving him mad.

He looked down at his still crackling hand. Bolts sparked and flew around his fingers and he touched his other palm watching the electricity transfer and start crackling around that hand as well.

He looked back up at the tear in those white screens that had frozen.

Something in him snapped.

A laugh clawed its way up and out of his throat and then it started coming out faster and faster until a wide smile had split across his face.

The electricity spread up and up further across his arms as his laughter grew louder.

FINALLY

Finally something new

Something different

Something exciting

He laughed and laughed and in another sloppy movement he threw another punch out.

Electricity ripped through the images tearing them to shreds and he smiled.

There was a slight sensation in his skull. A fuzzy feeling taking over.

Bad. This is bad. This isn't a good thing, another voice in his mind whispered.

He ignored it.

He didn't care if this was bad. It felt good. It felt like something. It felt like more than suffocation and voices.

He blasted again and again, over and over. He wouldn't stop until they were all gone! ALL DESTROYED!

Cackling filled the expanse as he spun on his heels bring this force with him like a whip. It slashed through screen after screen of white and people and voices.

Red crept up into his head.

He didn't notice.

He didn't care.

Electricity ripped through memories.

Electricity ripped through his thoughts.

Electricity ripped through his brain.

Until finally there was nothing left.

He still smiled as he panted and slumped over.

Silence.

They were all gone.

All the voices.

His smile faultered before returning it its eerily wide state.

Red started glowing from in the black. Spreading as it reached out for him.

He touched it.

Cold. Like everything else.

But then something changed.

He started to move it. Shift that mix of glowing red. Making shapes and forms with it. He squinted in concentration. The form he'd made took shape and became solid as he shot electricity through it.

He looked around at all the black around him and then back to the red surrounding his feet spreading out like cracks on glass as he moved.

Yes he could work with this.

This was gonna be fun.