Falling Into Darkness's Hands {COMPLETED}

The Pain

(TW: Depression and angst are in this chapter, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THOSE THINGS!!!)

Narrators POV:
All Thomas could do was watch the sides of his own being attack one another. Which was very mentally painful for him. With all of his facets and traits contradicting one another was a massive impact to his sanity. Thomas slowly began to try to halt their conflicts but that did no good. Then hyperventilation struck and started to feel dizzy and nauseous. He fell deeper and deeper into darkness with no way to escape or tune out the yelling and screaming.
Yet, under all these conditions, he managed to get an idea.
He forced himself to indulge in evil thoughts do find the culprit of this mess.
He didn't know how to start but soon he heard:
Why don't you try to murdered someone? Chopping them up would be fun wouldn't it? Also how are you gonna hide the evidence? Maybe eating the remains?

With those words he was able to unlock the forbidden door in his mind and he walked into a part of himself he would be ashamed of if he knew about it from the beginning.
Inside was the labyrinth where this whole ordeal was born.

"Now I've just gotta find the guy." Thomas said to himself. What made the maze so difficult to understand was that there were multiple entrances: 5 to be exact. Each one held nothing but darkness inside.
However, from left to right, each entry got darker and darker.
Choose the darkest one.

The voice appeared again. As it spoke, the arguing was muffled and Thomas could only hear the disembodied voice clearly. The voice sounded like it belonged to a man who was part intoxicated ghost pirate part psychotic axe wielding ninja.
Despite the unsettling tone, Thomas went down that route. It was so dark in that one passage way that he couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed.
He managed to feel his way through by finding walls and sticking close by. Sometimes he'd be brave enough venture a little far, and then would chicken out and go back to the walls. It took what seemed like days to find his way through the labyrinth. He eventually saw orange lights coming from a passage, something Thomas had longed to see. But it wouldn't be for long. He walked into a big open space with one long narrow catwalk and on the other end of it was a tiny island with an orange and black throne and sitting atop the throne was the man who started it all. He didn't notice Thomas at first because he had an orb glowing in front of him that showed the sides fighting and he was controlling their every emotion and move. He chuckled to himself as he swish his finger across the surface of the orb.
Thomas struggled to confront him and say something but then the vampire noticed him standing there.
"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think you had lost your way." He said.
He orange eyes rolled to the side.
"Thank you, Remus, for guiding him here."
Thomas stumbled backwards. He hadn't expected Remus to be here, but there he was. Remus stood beside the throne with his arms folded and a pouty lip. He looked annoyed which was unusual for his character. Usually he's either eating deodorant or saying inappropriate things.
"Okay, I brought him here. Now keep up your end of the deal and and bring him back"
"Bring who back?"
Remus looked at Thomas.
"Roman."
Thomas was shocked, but in a good way he didn't know Remus even liked his brother.
"Thomas, just because I'm this psychotic, demented, embodiment of insanity doesn't mean I don't love my brother. It's him that doesn't love me. And I'm just trying save him to show him I do. Is there something wrong with that?"
There was a long pause between the two.
"No," Thomas said. "No there's absolutely nothing wrong with tha-"
The vampire interrupted the warm moment.
"Well, so sorry to interrupt the heartfelt moment, but we have suffering to get to."
He stood up and and reached out his hand and an invisible force pulled Thomas from the labyrinth entrance to the vampires hand.
Thomas gasped but couldn't not breathe.
The vampire crushed Thomas's throat and he fell to the floor.
"The name's Victor, by the way." He said.
"No one asked for your name." Remus retorted.
Victor turned around.
"No one asked for your opinion." He growled.
"I said no smart ass remarks, Remus. Or you will get the fangs." Victor glared daggers at Remus.
"You also said you would spare Roman, my brother."
"I did, but I changed my mind."
Remus felt his heart drop to the floor and shatter. His brother was the only person he had ever loved.
"How dare you?!" Remus screamed
Remus released his tentacles and shot them at the Victor.
"The fangs Remus." Victor reminded.
Remus retreated his tentacles but not completely. He gave death stares at the vampire, wishing that he was dead.
They walked in a circle, scowling at each other, until finally, Remus attacked with every ounce of strength he held in his body.
The two fell to the ground in fit of slaps, punches, and scratches.
They battled for almost an hour before Victor took a bite...