2. Lucifer's Devils (Virgil)

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"So, Thomas. Has Roman made any useful suggestions about what may be the problem here? Or has he, how you say, screwed it up, like usual?" A sarcastic Logan speaks, breaking the seemingly endless, awkward silence.

"Ahh, well..." A nervous Thomas meekly begins in his, put-on, high pitched, squeaky voice.

"Give Roman a break, you computerised jerk!" I realised it as soon as it came out. I, the self-deprecating emo, who never gets along with anyone, let alone The Prince, is taking a side and sticking up for him.

I glance from Thomas to Microsoft Turd, their eyes practically falling out of their sockets. Open-mouthed and shellshocked, they just stare at me.

"What?" Shrugging as if nothing has happened, I try and brush it off. "It's true. You always pick on Roma..."

"Oh, God! HELP!!!"

A sickening cry broke through my words, immediately twisting a nerve. A sudden inhalation forced its way into my body.

Roman!

I quickly steal a glance at Logan. He shares a confused glance with Thomas but neither move a muscle.

"Well? Aren't you going to do anything?" I yell at the stationary robot and oblivious Thomas.

With a huff, I sink down quickly. Exiting, plagued by a strange look from the others.

I pop up in my room in Thomas's mind palace.

Leaving as soon as I arrive, I burst through the halls.

I scramble my way around furniture and corners.

I look in every room for Roman.

No sign...

My brisk walk breaks into a run.

"ROMAN!" I yell, hoping for at least a clue to follow.

I come to the end of a hallway and to a room with a red sash strewn across it; corner to corner. "Roman?" I throw open the door to his room.

Nothing.

"ROMAN!" I shout once more. Maybe he'll hear me this time? Doubt it.

"Roman?" I say softly, hope fast fleeting.

I turn around and slump down onto the floor, giving up. My breathing has become uneven and uncontrollable. Oh, hell. I'm having an anxiety attack! I know what you're thinking. "You are Anxiety! How can Anxiety have an anxiety attack?"

LIKE THIS! THAT'S HOW!!!

My hands are shaking.

My breathing is becoming painful.

My body refuses to move.

My vision beings to swirl.

My head feels lighter than air.

I feel dizzy. Really dizzy.

I breath as deeply as I can.

My stomach grabs and I lurch forward, almost throwing up.

Tears fill my eyes.

My head hurts.
My eyes hurt.
My lungs hurt.
Everything hurts!

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