Truth or Dare

The Final Dare.

"So, your last one is dare."
"Yes...."

"I dare you to grab that knife," the voice paused, and waited for me to pick it up. I looked at it disgusted of how bad it was going to get,

"Yes....?"
"And cut her neck; slowly, of course." The voice said happily.

I couldn't do this. It was the worst dare of them all.
"Do I have to do this?" I asked nervously.

"Of course Michael, you want to live right? If you do this, you'll be free. You should be happy this is an easy job."
"No, no. This isn't easy. I love her. I need her. Please....," I begged and begged, but the voice didn't seem to understand.

"Oh, oh, oh. Michael, Michael, Michael. What a huge mistake you've made. Now you'll both have to die."
As soon as the voice said that, I felt like evilness flew into me. All I felt was rage. I turned against myself. I was willing to kill her. But there was a small side of me, trying to stop the other side. I fought myself. Hit myself, Scratched myself, and I cut myself with the evil knife I was holding.

Suddenly, I stopped those actions. I wasn't doing what I was supposed to.
"Michael, this is another consequence. I'm sorry, but this will have to happen to you."

I had no sides. I fully became evil. I picked up the knife, stared at it for a few moments, and started walking to Nadia.

"Honey this isn't you! Come on! Please. Kiss me, just once more with your real self and leave! Honey please!" She burst into tears, but that didn't matter anymore to me.