Everything was silent, but at the same time, I could hear my own screaming in my head. In that second, I was back in the room, where I saw my true name. I backed away as Indiana burst through the room, with a knife in her hand. I tried to back away from her but she reached out her hand to grab me, within a second, we were in a different area. There was a voice inside my head, “let me out, let me out!” but I knew I couldn’t it felt top strong. Indiana passed me the knife, as I turned the corner, only to find a woman weeping. For a minute I was confused, then Indiana said “Do it” and it was clear what I was to do. I was to kill her, I knew I couldn’t.
All of a sudden the woman came running at me “let me out!” the voice in my head was screaming this now. So I fell to my knees and gave in, right before the woman hit me. I was back to where I was killed, but it wasn’t me it was Zamna. Her flesh was falling off, her eyes were endless pits of black, and she had more power than I could ever imagine. Before she knew it, Indiana was running at her, I heard a click then a snap. Then Zamna got up and looked over Indiana’s dead body. I felt a huge smile come over her face and her heart was warm. She was walking towards an old dark house; Zamna walked up to the door and walked inside. The room was dim. On the side wall was a single window, were the light from the harsh sun would try to enter but as it did a blanket of darkness wrapped around it before anyone could notice. Spiderweb-like shadows hung and twirled around the room but cut off when they hit the damp black carpet. The carpet would cave in under your feet then spring back up as she stepped. Zamna went up to the top of the stairs and sat down. She thought about Indiana and why she killed her, she thought about me and life before she took over.
