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Arkadia
Darkness. Ever-consuming darkness. It was all Padraig could see as he shouted into the void waiting to be rescued; a prisoner in his own body. There was no concept of time here in this blind world. Just voices and the occasional flash of imagery or a picture.
To counter the inky blackness, however, emotions were sublime here. On the other hand, he had never felt such anger before; Such need. Such exhilaration towards things he had never before wanted. Every so often, he'd see a face - A giant feral muzzle and red eyes.
"If you hurt them, monster, Brighid forgive me I and I will find a way to destroy us both!" Padraig roared into the nothing before him.
The echoing chasm of ebony was all he could see, all he could he hear of his environment besides an occasional dripping sound that seemed even more strange than his predicament.
"That's adorable, manling..." a disembodied voice echoed in from the darkness with menacing glee. "You still think you have any control of this situation. You'll watch as we do whatever we please... to whomever we please... You might even grow to enjoy it."
"Never!" Padraig screamed. "If I have to fight continuously to keep you from doing so, I will to our last breath."
"Oh, you creatures, and your paltry threats... You'll just wear yourself out." the other consciousness tsked. "Open your eyes and see. Lovely, rich blood."
"What are you talking about? What've you done?!" Padraig exclaimed. He was petrified that something had happened to his friends.
"It's not like you can't see out your own eyes; You just have your eyes shut. Open them yourself. This isn't a dream."
Padraig made a concerted effort, but eventually found he was able to open his eyes. "So... what? You just let me have control back?"
"Did I?" the voice in his mind asked in a menacing way. "I suppose I could have... That would be very smart of me and I do believe I am a clever creature..." it stated out loud. "But why in the name of Darkness, would I do something like that?" it jested mirthlessly.
As it proceeded on about how clever it was, Padraig looked around the room. "Where am I? Why does it look like a warzone?" The room was dimly lit, the walls were stained a reddish-brown, and there appeared to be deep gouges in the material. The floor, however, was strangely pristine. "...and I'm chained to the floor?"
"How much do you remember?" came the response.
Padraig shook his head. Possibly it didn't want to tell him more than it knew. Trying to remember something concretely. "It's here and there ever since the concert... Increasingly hard to focus outside of earlier where you wanted to hurt my friends. "
"I think it's our new home... Especially after what happened earlier." the voice in his head replied. "You have a lot of anger towards your 'friend'."
"Are you saying I did all those things?" Padraig asked. "That's hard to believe... What do I call you anyway? Intruding presence?"
"The meal named Jackson, that you kept us from yesterday, called us 'Red'."
"That wasn't a meal! That was my friend!" Padraig screamed. "That's why I did what I could to stop you."
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Discordiae - Jackson's Story
Fantasy*Note: This is unfinished, but does update on occassion.* As a high school student, Jackson Collingswood is fairly average... He has a bunch of friends, a crush on the cute neighbor, a close bond with his sister, problems with his parents, an addict...
