The Revival of Shadow Link

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So, it wasn't technically Hell, okay. It was just the Fire Temple.

So, pretty much hell.

And I knew I wasn't dreaming, even though I clearly hadn't woken up, there was something about this that let you know it wasn't a dream.

Vio was standing in front of the Dark Mirror with a hammer, and I was directly behind him.

He lowered it when he saw me, but didn't drop it. 

At that point, I realized that I was just feeling and witnessing it happen, but had no actual control, but it wasn't the realization that made you stop what you're doing apparently, because even with my thoughts racing, I still took action, just not the type I would expect me to do. 

"Vio? What're you doing? You're supposed to be in bed." My voice was pretty quiet, quiet enough to hear something dripping n the ground, and in the mirror, his reflection showed me that his throat was cut open and a crimson liquid was flowing out of the wound. While I was thinking, "OH, DANG HUGGING MOTHER TRUCK SHOOTING, MY VIO IS BLEEDING, SOMEONE GRAB ME SOME BAND-AIDS!11!!!!!1" some part of me--that I am now going to call Not Me, because there's no way I'd ever think, say, or do any of the things he was doing--thought "I wish he didn't take off the cloth I make him wear in bed, he's getting blood everywhere."

And the part of that that messed me up was that it seemed to imply me and Vio shared a bed. But the thoughts only seem to get worse.

"He looks so cute covered in blood. He's finally mine."

NotMe wasn't in any rush to stop Vio, even though I assumed that the mirror was linked--hahaha, get it?--to my source of life.

But instead of anger or panic, I just felt this crushing weight of defeat.

"I can't stop him," NotMe thought. "He's going to learn one way or another, I guess if he has to learn this way, there isn't much I can do. I just need him to stop fighting me."

And despite the fact that if I had any control, I'd just be shaking and trembling and dying like crazy, NotMe actually spoke. "Why don't you put that hammer down before you do something we both regret? It's my fault for placing the same hammer in the same spot near the mirror."

He turned to face me, I got to see the blood dripping down his neck, and while I was thinking, "HELL, NO, HE SHOULDN'T BE BLEEDING THERE!" NotMe was thinking about how breathtaking Vio looked and how he'd look so good laying down on their shared bed, and I swore to the goddesses that there was no way NotMe could be anything like me because NotMe was terrifying me.

"I won't stop you, Vi," He said, his tone so gentle you could actually believe him and almost not fear for your life, but considering NotMe wanted Vio to bleed, I knew he was crazy. "I've been trying so hard to protect you, but you just won't let me protect you. So, go ahead." And NOtMe took a step back, raised both his hands and continued, "Maybe the only way to make sure it doesn't happen again is you seeing what will happen."

"Protect me from what?" Vio asked. 

"Oh, he's so cute and clueless...maybe I can make sure he doesn't get beaten too badly, he really doesn't know. Maybe I can convince him." 

"OH, FREAKING NOTME, YOU BETTER NOT LAY A HAND ON MY VIO!" I would have screamed, bt no, no control.

"Him," NotMe said, and.

Take.

An.

Effing.

Guess

who he meant.

Go ahead, I can wait.