MKE

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The voices were everywhere, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. They were mumbling, snickering and laughing. And they were speaking of him. The boy in the corridor. The lost child who was running for his life past endless doors and praying the dark wouldn't catch him. Lights were flashing from behind the closed metal doors - a faint light shining through the small glass in each and everyone of them. And no matter how hard his bare feet slammed against the cold stone floor, there was no noise whatsoever. Just the voices.

Only the voices.

He turned around, staring into the darkness and finding that it stared right back. Its long arms were reaching for him, calling out his name in silence.

Stay with us kid :) We promise we won't bite :)

He kept running. Running away from the darkness and towards the light in the distance. But the darkness was catching up and was closer than before. He could see its sickly thin arms slink up on the walls, and the boney fingers grabbing onto whatever it could to pull it closer. The light in the end of the corridor seemed farther away, and the glow from the doors had faded into near nothing. Peering out at him there were eyes. Eyes which followed his every move. And beneath those eyes, smiles. Sharp and long teeth grinning at him from their cells.

He felt something grab his ankle, and gets pulled back and falls forwards until something grabs him by the throat and pulls him backwards. He slams onto the hard floor, his ears ringing and vision fading. When he opened his eyes again, there was a bright light shining from above. It was blinding, and he couldn't make out what was around him.

Something grabbed him. Hands, snaking up from beneath the bed he was laying on and grabbing him, tightly hugging his fragile body and choking him. A man leaned over him, dressed in the clothes of a surgeon but with the face of a monster. His eyes were scratched out of his skull and his teeth more reminding of needles. He raised a hand, showing a big syringe with a strange glowing liquid in it. He smiled, and hissed out soft words...

Now now, this is gonna hurt a lot. Stay still boy. Wouldn't want to kill you now. :) Be a good boy and let me T R E A T  Y O U  O F  Y O U R  I L L N E S S : )

He screams, trashing around in terror desperately trying to get away. But to no avail. He feels how the hands dig their nails into his skin. He feels the warm blood seeping out of the wounds. He feels the doctors free hand reaching around his throat and pressing down with his weight. He couldn't breathe.

But before the needle could pierce his skin, everything fades to black...

Opening his eyes, he stood in a forest. The tall pines around him was obscuring the cloudy night sky, but somewhere high up there he could faintly make out the pale light of a moon.

Footsteps. Millions of them from all around him. He quickly turns around, again and again, only to find nothing. After a few seconds it stops, and its dead silent. Until a voice that sends shivers down his spine sounds behind him.

Welcome to your mind. Your dark, twisted, mind. This is who you are. This is what you are. And its what you'll always be. A mess. A wreck. A shell of what you once were.

It was a copy of him. It was THE copy of him. His face was distorted and melted, and he had a certain calm when he spoke. A calm that would lead him to a false sense of secure. It walked closer, letting its arms hang by its sides.

We're the same. But you want to know what the difference is between us? I've accepted it... But you haven't... Micke~

It chuckled, walking up and around him, stopping right behind him and placing its cold hands on his shoulders. But it slowly let one of its hands slide down his arm... And then grabbed it with both hands, spinning the man around and snapping it with ease. He screams in pain, being forcefully pushed back into a tree. He feels its branches piercing through his back, and with wide eyes he stared down at his lower half to find the bloodied branches sticking out of his chest and stomach. There was blood everywhere, but now all he could do was cry. With the same force as before, he was pulled away from the tree and down onto the ground. The melted man kicked him hard several times, laughing hysterically.

THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE! NOTHING BUT A BROKEN MESS! AND THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE BOUND TO BE UNLESS YOU REALISE! I AM WHAT YOU FEAR TO BECOME! I AM WHAT HAUNTS YOU! BUT I AM WHAT YOU'RE GONNA BECOME!

The violent kicks continued. On his arms, his legs, his head.. But then came the stomping. Five times in the chest, and he could just feel how the pressure was causing his bones to break into bits and pieces. He cried, voice slowly dying and gurgling due to the blood flooding his lungs and throat. He coughs violently, begging the melted to stop. But it continued, over and over. Until it finally slowed down, and eventually stopping. Micke couldn't move, and barely breathed. Blood was dripping from his mouth, nose, and pouring out of his chest and stomach. He stared up at the other, who looked back with a soft smile on its face.

But I guess... What has always been weak and pathetic... Will always be just that... But heed what I say; I will get through to you. And when I do, we'll finally be what we were always meant to be...

With one forceful and strong move, his skull was crushed and cracked open. And everything faded to black one last time...