The Dark Side

Chapter 8

Virgil's POV

Black.

Silence.

Pain.

Tears.

Blood.

Cold.

Cuts.

Dirt.

Headache.

I knew this place. I was here for up to two years.

Crap.

My eyes fluttered open. My hands were like earthquakes. I pulled myself up; my arms were heavy, too heavy. They felt as if they were rocks.

Yep.

I knew here. It was outside of the mind palace, but near the Dark Sides.

Flashback

"So. You love one of THEM?!" Deceit screamed,
"...no..."
"If you don't... defeat him."

End

Someone touched my shoulder.

I looked at them, my eyes blurry and like oceans. I clenched my fists.

I punched them. It was Logan.

I screamed out.

"YOU IDIOT." I yelled,
"Virgil? You're alive?" A voice spoke,

I looked at the voice's owner.

"Cecil?"

Logan's POV

Seriously?

I was in mortal danger and Virgil was having a family reunion.

Amazing.

I sighed.

I walked to the cliff.

What was down there?

I looked down, my hands shaking, my heart beating out of my chest, I closed my eyes, and mentally apologised for my disrespect towards everyone.

My last contemplation of jumping ended in how much anguish Roman would be in.

Or if he would even care about me. I stifled a sob and cried with no noise.

I closed my eyes.

Stepped back.

Breathed in.

I ran.

I leaped.

Roman.

Roman...

ROMAN!

"Logan!"

I felt the rocks smash against my body.

How am I still living?

I opened my eyes.

The ground was dirt brown, there was something that looked like smoke floating in the air. I coughed. My arms were heavy - too heavy.

It looked like I had broke a hole in the smoke; it was swerving to fix the giant gap in the smoke.

"Hello?"

It was black.

I swear, I saw Roman in the shadows.