Ash's Dark Past *DISCONTINUED*

Control (Ash's PoV)

"I SAID I'M NOT HUNGRY!" I yelled. I didn't mean to, but I didn't have a choice. I started losing control during dinner, and I felt him trying to take over. I quickly got my grip on him again, but everyone was staring at me. I decided it would be best if I left, so that's what I did. I ran out of the restaurant and went to mine and Serena's room. I slammed the door and slid against it onto the floor. I gripped my hair, my eyes wife with fear of losing control like that again, only worse. I let out a gasp of pain as I started to feel the air in my lungs grow short.
"You must be punished for not giving me my sword!" Darkrai's voice rang in my head. His figure formed in front of me, his hand clasped around my throat. He's why my breathing was cut short suddenly. As the room started to grow dark, I saw a familiar glowing sword go through Darkrai's stomach. He looked down, seeing his sword, and looked back to see Onikage, a purple glow residing in his eyes and a death stare meeting Darkrai's glowing yellow eyes.
"Nice try, Darkrai. But you're not getting to Ash again." He said. Out of the blue, Darkrai started laughing maniacally as he let go of my throat. I collapsed to the floor, holding my throats as I entered a coughing fit. I kept one eye open to see what was happening, but it was a struggle; the smoke coming off of Darkrai's body had found its way to my lungs and was making it difficult to breathe properly.
"Foolish demon! You've given me access to my sword again!" And just like that, Darkrai had entered his sword, and Onikage's sword that was emitting light quickly became dark and gave off a black clouded light instead. Onikage stared at his old sword in shock, but as I stood up, the darkness that was coming from the sword made its way around Onikage, engulfing him in a cloud of black and purple smoke. He let out a cry of pain as his eyes rolled back into his head.
"ONIKAGE!" I yelled for him, but I couldn't help him; Darkrai had already taken control. I heard a soft growling noise coming from the smoke. I backed into the wall as Onikage's head fell back. He turned to me and stared at me, but it wasn't his kind, navy blue eyes anymore. No, these these eyes were cold, yellow/blood-red color, and they were set for hunting.

I was the prey.

Onikage turned his body to face me, eyes not leaving mine, and an inane smile crept onto his face.
"O-Onikage...?" I asked, afraid of what my friend was controlled by.
"I'm not Onikage..." a voice said. It was low and raspy, almost like a snarl.
"I'm you're worst nightmare. You're greatest fear. I am Edom."