Mosaic (Being rewritten)

Chapter 1: Prey

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Virgil sank out of the video, leaving the room in chaos. Once he was in the common room, he let the tears fall. It hurt. It hurt to know that Thomas really did hate him enough to want him gone.

The anxious side hiccuped and gasped under the weight of the panic attack. He weakly stumbled to his feet and made his way to his room, hoping to get to the safety of his room before any of the light sides could see him like this.

As soon as the purple door closed behind his back, Virgil slid to the floor, his back leaning against the door and his arms wrapped around his stomach. The smallest side's small frail frame heaved.

Virgil shuddered and fell to his knees as a wave of pain hit him. The darkness wrapping around him as the shadows of his room thickened, creeping ever closer to the vulnerable form.

Virgil let out a scream when the dark tendrils shoved down his throat. He felt like he was drowning, gasping for air that wasn't there, only succeeding in inhaling more of the shadows.

A voice whispered in the back of his head, it's words tantalizingly sweet and trustworthy, but so so wrong. 'Just give in little one, it's easier to just let go. Let the darkness take control and sleep'

Virgil's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the whites of his eyes turning into the color of a black inky abyss. His veins became dark purple and black, like spiderwebs running up and down his arms and legs, his face gone even paler than usual, almost a bleached white.

Virgil's body lifted into the air, hovering in place as the darkness in his room gathered together, swirling around the limp body faster and faster. The shadows seemed to absorb into him, sleeping into his skin, his clothes, his hair, and his face.

The youngest side's body seized, jerking up and down in the air, a bloodcurdling scream tore through his throat as eight black spikes, no legs, burst from out of his back.

Virgil's eyes rolled back into his head once more, the shadows seeping into his face dissipated, leaving behind six more of the black inky abyss- like eyes as well as two sharp fangs that replaced his canines.

Virgil fell silent, his body limp once again in the air, all eight of his eyes rolled back into his head, unconscious.

A tentative knock came from the door and the sound echoed throughout the silent room. Eight black eyes snapped open, senses locking in on their prey.

It was time to go hunting.

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