Animegas (Editing)

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Darkness swirled around me in foggy swirls. Any form of light was instantly shielded by the black mist. It was silent, not even the sound of my own heartbeat rustled in the black stillness. I ran, trying to find a way out of the fog. The darkness was maddening, my sanity slowly fell away. I was alone, I was scared.


"Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?" No answer. My voiced echoed through out the silence. The sound was very foreign to me. "Hello?" I yelled louder. "Please, anybody! Somebody! Answer me!" Not even a sigh. Just my own voice, in the swirling mass of nothingness. A pair of glowing violet orbs appeared in the darkness.


The black mist didn't try to conceal the orbs. They just floated there. I ran towards them in hope that I found a way out of the madness. The darkness parted to reveal the violet orbs were eyes. Very cold familiar eyes. Ones that had cost me so much pain, so much grief.


"Damean." I growled.


He smiled coldly. "It was not a wise move to escape me, Samantha, not a wise move at all."


My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "What's that supposed to mean?"


He stepped forward, his eyes reflecting the fear and anger in mine. I had a hunch of what he meant, and I didn't like it. "There is no escape. I will always be there. There is no escaping fear and suffering."


I turned to run. The silence was better than this, anything was. But before I could even take a step, figures started dancing in the blackness.


My parents playing with Max and I, then the fire and me running away. My mother's scream echoing in the dark. Max being dragged away by the Furie, and Erik dying in my arms, only to reveal he wasn't the true Erik. Thomas collapsing and screaming in the clearing. The sword in Erik's chest, and the life slowly dying from his eyes. Throughout all of these memories, one being stood off to the side.


He was the cause for all of my suffering. Even that fateful night, the night of the fire and the night Max was kidnapped. I now dimly remember a pair of violet eyes following me throughout both of those nights. He was there, during all of my life. This demon was present during all of my times of suffering.


"It's all your fault." I muttered. "Everyone I cared about... It's all your fault."


A chilling laugh echoed throughout the darkness. I turned to confront the former Guardian, but he was gone.


"Yes, I was there. I was the cause of all of your grief." He chuckled. I spun in circles, trying to locate the demon. All I saw was the nothingness. "But it wasn't just me." Another figure appeared in the mist. It was the day before the fire.


A boy, about 10 years old, hid in the cover of the trees. In the meadow in front of him was a family. A black haired father threw his baby son in the air. The fair haired child squealed with delight as he flew in the air. A mother sat on a checkered blanket, laughing at the babe's high pitched shrieks. A fiery haired girl sat off to the side, climbing trees not far from where the boy stood.


The scene changed to that horrid night. The boy stood off to the side, an older version of him whispered words in some men’s ears. The men roared with fury and snatched their guns and beer bottles. They drank to their hearts' content and stormed towards an old farmhouse. One of them tried to break open the loose wooden door. But he did not succeed due to the immense amount of liquor he had consumed.


"Oi, men!" Called one of them. "Lets just smoke them out!" The drunk men cheered as they lit a torch, it's fire glowing orange in the moonless night. They threw the torch onto the porch and waited for the whole house to be engulfed in flame. It did not take long, considering the old wood and dry summer.


The dark haired father ran out, distracting the drunken brutes. Not long after, a mother carrying a baby and the fiery haired girl burst out of the house. The mother and children darted into the forest, while the father held his own. The father changed into a sleek stallion and reared at the men. Ropes were thrown over the stallion and held him down. His form slowly turned back into that of a man.


A gunshot rang through the night air and the father slumped to the ground, dead. The men raced into the forest, after the remaining trio. The boy stalked lazily behind, a dark sword sat in his hand. Not long after, there was a scream and another gunshot rang throughout the air.


"My, my." The boy sighed. "They couldn't have made this more interesting?"

The older version of the boy appeared out of the shadows. "I agree, Tom, this has been the most boring one yet."


The boy yawned. "Alright, I should probably cut them down before this gets out of hand-"


The scene disappeared, leaving nothing but endless darkness. I took a step back, my breathing was shallow. Thomas was there...he was there the night my parents died. Damean snaked around me, half of his body was black mist. "You know nothing of Thomas. He didn't even tell you that he killed your parents." I grabbed my head, trying to keep his words from reaching my ears.


"No!" I screamed, "You're lying!" But I knew deep inside that he wasn't. Thomas really did...


He chuckled and ran his finger up my spine, sending chills up my back, "And what part of that was a lie?"


I turned around, he was gone again. "Then there is more to the story. There has to be. That was almost 7 years ago. Thomas left you a few years later, didn't he? Why did he become tired of murdering people?"


The chuckled echoed through the blackness. "That is a story for another time." Damean teased.


The darkness began to fade. Light began to shine through the cracks. "No! Tell me now! Damean!"