Dustin's In Charge

Part 3: Savior

-3rd Person POV-

Dustin was sitting in his room, conjuring crystals and making them into what ever came to mind. He was bored, and a bit at war with himself for letting Moon off the hook.

-Dustin's POV-

'He didn't deserve to live. He deserved to be tortured.' "But it was an accident. He didn't mean to break it." 'Was it really an accident though? Think about it Dustin. Use that noggin of yours.' "I think I'm smart enough to know when he's lying or not. And to never trust you." 'But he was lying to you. He new it would get a rise out of you. He new it would weaken your mind. He did it for his own amusement.' "No. Your wrong. True he does annoy people for his own amusement, but he's to scared of me to do that. To much of a cowered." 'Really? I thought you were smarter than that, Dustin. I was obviously wrong. Your to much of a weakling to no any better. It's your friends. Their weakening you. We should get rid of them.' Dustin glared and gripped the sides of his head. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!!" The crystals that were around him burst like a bomb going off. He rushed to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection. His longish brown hair was slightly matted, and his bangs fell sloppily over his right eye. He pushed his bangs out of the way and studied his face. His orange dragon eye's were glowing brightly. Probably from the outburst he had earlier. His pupils were thinned to slits. He sighed, then looked at his horns. They were smooth and slightly wavy, and were a dark brown color. He let out a sigh of relief and put his hands on either side of the sink. "Thank god." He turned on the faucet and ran his hand under the cool water. Splashing it on his face, and calming down. He looked back up at the mirror, but immediately jumped backwards against the wall. There in the mirror was darker version of himself. Smirking evilly. His eye's were solid orange and he had messier black hair, and his horns were more jagged and had small black crystals growing out of them. "Oh Dustin. You know you can't get rid of me by splashing water on your face." He taunted. "J-Justin..." "In the flesh. Well, kind of." "Isn't it bad enough that your in my head?" He glared at Justin. Justin puts his hand on his chest and fakes a hurt expression. "Ouch. I thought you would consider me a friend after all we've been through Dustin." "Not. Even. Close." Dustin crosses his arms, but Justin just smirks and drops his hand. "Fair enough." "Why are you even here?" "I'm here because they are." "Who?" "Your 'Friends'. They weaken you Dustin. Their just using you." "Your wrong. They care about me, they protect me." "Only because your useful to them. And when you stop being that, they'll destroy you like every other person that was useless." Dustin gritted his teeth and shook his head. "I don't have to listen to your bull. Your just a voice in my head, and if I focus I can get rid of you." Justin shakes his head amused. "Dustin, Dustin, Dustin. You cant rid, what cant be rid of." He then steps out of the mirror and sits on the counter. Dustin backs himself against the wall. "That's not possible." Justin rolls his eye's. "Oh. Come. On Dustin. You of all people should know that I'm more then possible." He smirks evilly. "Don't tell me you forgot that day. Back when you were four." He hops off the counter and starts circling Dustin slowly. Dustin was staring blankly at the wall, with wide eye's. "The way your parents cowered in fear before you, the way the screamed for you to stop. The look of complete terror in their eye's as you-" Dustin gripped the sides of his head and cut Justin off. "Stop! That wasn't me, that was you!" A tear rolls down his face.  "Oh, was it? Because as I recall, you were the one licking up the blood. Tell me, Dustin. Do you remember the way it made you feel?" Dustin's eye's shot open. "The adrenaline rush you got, seeing their blood pour out onto the floor. The way you kept sticking them after they were already dead. And lets not forget the pleasure you got out of it all." Dustin fell to his knees, trying not to sob, but failing as tears escaped his eyes. "P-Please. J-Just. Just stop." Justin stops behind him, and evil look on his face, and he chuckles darkly. "You remember what happened after all of that?" He put a hand on Dustin's shoulder. Dustin's eyes shoot open, and he jumps up shooting crystal shards at Justin. Justin Flings them to the side, and charges Dustin. "You do." He Laughs evilly and kicks Dustin out of the bathroom. Dustin landing on the floor with a loud thud and pain filled grunt. Justin walks out of the bathroom, and Dustin stands up glaring at Justin. Justin smirks. "This aught to be fun." And charges Dustin again.