I was running so fast everything was a blur. The rain was pouring on me like freezing needles. Training my breath so that I could run longer and harder. I heard a rustle, I looked behind me.
Someone was chasing g me. And I was as scared as hell.
It was me. My alternate self coming to kill everything I love. But I can’t hide from myself, you might ask. I was running from my loved ones and my life's works I didn’t want them to die. But if I died my other self would die. Right? Oh god. I hope so.
It’s not that it scared of dying, but that if i die and she stays and kills everything. I gave up if one of us was going to die it was going to be me and I would win it and was going to go home.
I stopped, spun around on my heels. She was a mirror image of me. Except the fact of her eyes. They were red with stiches outlining her eyes. She had an unnatural looking lack of pupils. I shivered. She drunkenly stood up, eyes shadowed. She smiled which was not a natural look taking that her smile was already creepily curled due to stitches coming up onto her cheeks. I luckily had been trained heavy in martial arts. But that means her also me.
I launched at her brandishing my elbow hoping to aim for the soft spot just below the rib cage. Unluckily for me, she blocked kicking me in the spot I was just aiming for and coughed up blood. Shit not doing too well. I thought solemnly. I need to end this quickly I don’t want to suffer too much (Especially since I didn’t have a weapon.) Which sounds as selfish as hell but I’m only human. Although even though I didn’t hit her, she doubled over and blood dribbled from her mouth. Something came into my head. I used my teeth to rip open my shoulder. My alternate self grabbed her shoulder and winced, she glared at me. I don’t think her mind was as clear as mine; she didn’t seem to understand as much as I did. She roared. I’m being literal here. I’m talking frigging animal roar. I knew what had to be done. I launched at her holding her against a tree, flat, and her hands above her head making her back arch, naturally. I kicked her stomach crunching her spine in a splintering like manner.
She screamed in agony, and so did I But I didn’t care, as long as she was hurting. As she was screaming she tried to bite my throat crushing my trachea. She almost accomplished until she started gagging while choking me. I caught my chance and pinned her down. Not letting her move. I reached over and grabbed a nearby stick breaking it and splintering it. She glared at me; surprisingly she smacked the stick out of my hand. Oh so that’s how you want play it bitch. I thought to myself. Fine I grabbed her arm and snapped in half I kept bending until the god damn bone punctured out her skin. I snapped bone chunk out of her arm. Blood spewed everywhere. It was surprisingly like a knife. And stabbed the bone fragment straight through her heart. And it that was the end of her. Although that made part of my soul horribly messed up. A large portion missing, being filled with pure madness.
Later that day I came home to find my home along with my parents. Blown up into bloodied ashes. But likely by me. The other me. Must I have to state but she is definitely still me. This probably happened before I came after myself. This is all so confusing. Why I she happening to me.
This all happened a month ago. I am now unstable. Which is why I’m going to ask Lord Death, Shinogami for help. This horrid gory epic of my life was quickly swallowed whole of my life at the DWMA. Which I later joined, due to Lord Death consultants.
And I will start my story from the beginning.
