The next ten seconds I was in the matrix position, everything in slow motion. My spine was bending in on itself and my breath was being wisped away. A demon was clawing at me, blood dripping down to the creases of my face. I could see into the demon's eyes, hatred and lust. But why was there lust in his eyes? I felt like I knew him.. no I can't know him. The demon was ripped from my side, howling in pain. I fell to the ground, not knowing I was holding my breath. His eyes felt caged, all I could see was his longish spiked blue hair whipping out of place. His muscles showing bare, wait where the hell is his shirt? Yes he almost killed me, but I wanted him to put on a shirt. It was very distracting.
"Where the hell is your shirt, you dumb ass?" I was angry he ruined my shirt, he scratched my side and my face! I have a reason to be pissed off! I thought demons were supposed to be hideous creatures, but in my life they had to be hawt. (meaning: hotter than hot.) What am I thinking? Why do I keep letting my mind stray to this! It makes me feel so vulnerable. I'm just glad my thoughts can't be read. Then I wonder if people can. I hope not. Then I noticed he was scowling at me, well I thought he was.
"What the hell Channing? You turn on your own kind? What blasphomy is this? Oh, I see what's going on. You will never mount to anything you selfless bastard..." he was cut off midsentence. Channing had pounced onto him. What the hell is his name? I have to find out! I'm sorry it's a girl thing! (oh, wait it's not? must be an O.C.D then!)
"Say it again Cletus!" oh so they know each other. Wait I found that out a whole second ago. Cletus, his name is Cletus. What a vauge name. I wonder what his last name is. Jessamyn and Cletus blah blah! Wait what? I don't think so you stupid brain! I was so lost in thought I had barely heard Cletus,
"I want Jessamyn, and I want her now!" his eyes swiched into a dark black hole that seemed to swallow my soul whole. His once green eyes had embedded into his black sclera, making his eyes zero degrees kelvin, darker than black. An essence in which I couldn't control, I wanted to know it, feel it, consume it. My soul felt like it was feeeding off of this, wonderful delight. I made my way by his side and he laid his hand on my shoulder. His handprint burned into my flesh, my trance seemed to end. I felt the seering pain. All I could see was his smirk. Oh how I smacked that grin right off of his face. Now my hand and my shoulder was burned.
"Ow! What the hell!" I screamed. I was holding back tears. It was a pain I have never felt before. Something I'm sure noone has felt this. Why did it hurt so bad?
"Jessamyn, you will be mine." He vanished. My memory was heaving. I had the fears of someone else. I could see through someone else's eyes. I felt their pain, fear seethed through every part of my body. Going through the denotions between my own and what seemed like.. Allison's. She looked like me. Her straight hair and glasses were the only differences that I could pick out. I couldn't breathe, my lungs seem to quit working. Pain was shooting through my chest, escalating towards my stomach. I felt like I was burning, blue and black flames with the hint of red ones was all I could see. Where was I? I was reliving Allison's death. I saw her brown eyes close, her once brown hait ashy. Designs started to form around her eyes and her sclera was forming like Cletus's. Her once dark brown had turned into a burnt brown, indicating a never ending saddness.
"Jessamyn?" Patric asked. He sounded concerned. Although his words were becoming more and more distant, I did not pass out or black out from the pain, nor the lack of oxygen. I just stood there frozen in place. Before I could stop myself I fell to the ground adn gravity held me down. The seething pain disappeared and my body couldn't handle the release. My eyes bacame foggy and I tried to stay conscious, but I'm weak. I'm too weak to do anything. I'm a mortal and I'm fucking weak. (just one more time...) I'm weak. And then all subconsciousness dissapeared and now I'm on the ground, gravity not releasing me , holding me down to feel more of the hard rocks. I never did like rocks, nor the fact I couldn't break the law of physics. Gravity always had a way of making me fall. I was going in and out of consiousness exploring the life of Allison. There was an image of her younger days. I seen her dad yell,
"I'll fucking kill you!" An exasperated man maybe 5'8, thick black hair, brown eyes. Allison just stood there maybe five years of age, long dark brown hair, eyes almost a black. I could see the tears welling up into her eyes, but what happened? I may never know. I hope I will never know the truth. Her thoughts were so vague and so full of emotion I couln't hold them back. I was living her life, literally in my thoughts. She was hiding the truth of everything. How could she still be smiling? She gave up her life for her friends, or maybe part of it. I feel her lifting the soil.
"How dare thee! What nonsense does this child own!" Allison was there in the flesh. Her long straight hair fell around her face, but what intrigued me were her eyes. They really were burnt brown, so close to red. There was black eye designs all around them, distenguishing them from almost everything. I felt my life fading. No, It can't be fading. I'm too young, I have a life to live. Then again I have to die sometime, how bad could it be? My thoughts were back to normal, all mine. I checked to make sure. Lavin was standing there in shock, staring at the magnificent Allison. There was a glow about her, although she was pale and lost all color.
"Lavin?" She asked. Her voice angelic.
"Allison?" Lavin mimicked. They embraced into a big hug.
"Channing, Patric? It's all really you?" She gasped. I could see her holding back tears as her memories forced themselve's in with mine once more. I sat there on the ground too weak to get up fading into a black abyss. I will have a hell of a story to tell. I smiled through my tears as I began to fade into death. I had met my doppleganger.
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Sorry to do this! but would you guys me so kind to vote, comment? Maybe follow? Thanks!! I love all my readers! All my fans and all voters and commenters!! I am thinking about adding all of the names of the people who read and vote and comment into my story!! I will need names for later updates!! I thought you guys might like to know this!! Me, Lavin, Patric and Channing are a group. We are really good friend's! We always sit together in history so I'm adding all of the funny stories we share into this book! We all throw in ideas and Channing will be my Illustrator! He is going through alot right now so who knows when he will start the real cover for this story!! haha Again thanks to Alll!!!!
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