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I grip my head. What's happening to me? Why am I changing? What's wrong with me? I can feel him. I can always feel my skin tearing apart letting the monster lose. I heard his screaming in the eve of night. I can still hear him.

Don't be a wimp kid.

What are you?

Your solution.

You?! Where even did you come from?!

From your failed attempts to heal yourself.

My heart freezes and my head goes blank. I... I created him. I'm a monster. I bite my lip. I created salvation, but I never intended to make a monster. I don't want to be a monster. I am not a monster. I look at the mirror. I see him. He was licking his fingers.

"Who are you?!" I yell.

"I am you, but better." He says.

"Better?! You're a murderer!" I yell.

"I saved the princess did I not?" He asks.

"... yes." I admit.

"Exactly." He slices his arm.

I feel pain. I look dow. And I realize my own arm is bleeding.

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