Tale of Chaos 2: This War of Ours

Chapter 24: Delusion

Eon's POV

Chaot had given me a shot.

I didn't know its effects on me. All I knew was that it wouldn't be pleasant, if Chaot administering it to me was any indication.

I'd been locked away in a room for quite a long while.

All I had been trying to do Salvia-knows-how-long before was returning to Room 15.

Now, I was imprisoned again, just like in Grade 8.

I knew Chaot would not be slow to kill me.

She had failed once.

She wouldn't fail again.

Someone as evil as her wouldn't let something like that pass.

I was afraid.

Afraid of what would happen if she got in.

I had kept myself in a corner, my knees up to my chest, tears cascading onto my skirt.

I had a bad feeling this would be the last night of my life, or whatever time of day it was.

When I looked at my blouse, I saw a small rip along my waist.

Strange. That was not there before.

The small tear grew wider and wider, exposing my stomach. I could've sworn I felt too afraid.

When I touched the rip, I didn't feel skin. All I felt was the smooth cloth of the blouse.

But I saw...

Was I going crazy?

I looked around, checking if the room was still the same.

As I skimmed my eyes across the first three walls, they were the same.

It was when I looked behind me at the wall I didn't check yet when I saw the difference.

A mirror was all across that side of the wall.

Now that was not there before.

A mix of curiosity and fear drove me to check the mirror, making me rise up to my feet. I looked at it.

Indeed, I saw myself.

Why was this mirror here?

I almost certainly imagined the rip in my blouse, but how about that mirror?

I shut my eyes.

Something was going on...

I suddenly felt something ticklish in my arm. I was shocked, looking at my forearm.

"What the...?"

My skin seemed to float away from me, as if I were in space. It revealed disgusting muscle tissue underneath, something that would sting really badly if I touched it.

I looked into the mirror, my stomach churning with the  images I was seeing. They were definitely worse.

I couldn't recognize my own face. My eyeballs went out of their sockets, spraying a small amount of blood on my face. My hair seemed like they had their own life, shaking uncontrollably. Then, my hair in the mirror broke off, taking chunks of my scalp away with them. My cheeks separated from my face.

Everything seemed so wrong.

I put my hands up to my face. It felt like it was still there- my eyes, cheeks, everything.

But in the mirror, I couldn't even see my own hands.

I saw demonic claws, thrashing at my face, clawing at every bit, further mutilating my mirror face.

"HELP!"

When I screamed out, my mirror tongue shot out of my mirror face like a torpedo.

Then, the mirror shattered, sending out its shards in every direction. Every time I'd make contact with one, it was as if it shot right through my body, sending blood everywhere.

Then I realized...

It's not real.

"I WILL WAKE UP!!!"

I felt myself being pulled back into the real world. It must have been working. It felt like I was being whisked away from one thing and being brought to another.

My real eyes opened.

I'm back... I'M BACK!

Just to make sure, I felt for my eyes and cheeks. I smiled a bit when I noticed they were there. I also looked at my fingers, which were back to normal.

I felt my blouse, particularly around my waist. It was all in one piece. I smiled once more.

But it disappeared quickly as I looked around.

I was still in the room, I was trapped, and I didn't know if I could get out.

My hope couldn't outrun fear... for fear had wings.