deadlox's pov
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I was in darkness. pure evil swirled around me.
it laughed and hurt me, scratching at my worst fears, my biggest insecurities.
the thing was, I felt like I belonged. like I was meant to stay there forever.
I finally opened my eyes and realized I was in the end.
where the ender dragon was and that crap.
I looked straight at a enderman, daring it to attack, which was probably a bad idea.
it looked back, but it wasn't glaring or attacking me. it was looking at me with respect.
it bowed and then teleported away into the endless amount of other enderman.
that was weird. is that why I did it? because I knew it would happen?
I flew to the top of one of the huge towers.
wait, flew?
I HAD WINGS?! SINCE WHEN!?
I looked at myself.
I had black blotches on my arms, no bandages were on like when I had fallen asleep. I loked at my side and instead of seeing a small green colored light in the distance, coming off of my headphones, I saw purple, since when did that happen? I had massive scars everywhere, but I don't remember getting them. me hair was longer than usual, hiding now most of my face. I turned around to a horrific sound. I looked at my claws.
wait, CLAWS!? they were reflective, so I saw my face. my headphones were purple where the green light should be for sure.
My eyes were now a purple, and instead of a circular pupil, there was slits.
A horrible feeling washes over me and I shiver.
I turn around, only to see my worst nightmare.
Its him.
Hes holding a remote, with a large red button. He looks at me then smiles evilly.
He holds out his hand. I beg and plead for him not to push it, but he doesn’t care. His hand goes down and I feel awful.
Black comes to the corners of my vision, and I know I cant fight for long.
The darkness finally completes itself, and I drift into the world of horror.
I open my eyes again, and realize I'm in hell again.
I feel needles. All over. Pain overwhelms me as I scream.
When I get outside, I feel different.
I feel improved, im faster, more powerful, better senses, but, I knew this shouldn’t be me.
This wasn’t who I was supposed to be.
I should be someone else.
I just don’t know who.
