𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~Jax? The names Sam~

Bang, bang, bang. Punch after punch, kick after kick. They attacked me with no mercy, hitting me with a line of kicks and punches, they would not relent.

I lay, curled in a ball as they used my body as a punching bag. Every hit, I felt myself slipping further away... succumbing to the darkness. That was, until he came...

"STOP!!!" They stopped, looking at each other before looking at the voice. "Who are you? Why are you here? Why bother coming here..." Depression said, stepping forward towards this new shadow.

I lay on the ground, not bothering to move as tears slowly slid down my face, my whole body begging to sleep. But I recognised that voice, I have to know who it is...

"It doesn't matter who I am... leave him alone." The voice said, he stepped closer. Once he stepped into the light, I recognised his face immediately... "Jax..." Jax looked exactly like me, except his hair was slightly darker than mine, it always had been. He wore blue jeans and a red flannel shirt...

What he was wearing when he died...

His eyes were a lighter colour of mine, while mine were a dark green, his were a light, vibrant green. Almost like a high lighter green. His hair was just as curly as mine, but his was pulled back into a man bun...

Just like when he died...

"We don't listen to anyone, we do as we please." Emptiness sneered out, the other five laughing along with him. "Jax, please... you have to help me, get them away please! O-or take me with you!! Just please... stop the pain... I can't handle it!" I cried, watching as Jax walked closer towards me.

"I never said I'd help you... I just couldn't let them have all of the fun..." He said, an evil tint in his eyes. "W-What do you mean?" Jax let out a menacing laugh as he changed, his eyes changed from a light green to a crimson red. Large, twisted rams horns grew from his head. A rope appeared around his neck, a blade hanging from his wrist and broken wings sprouted from his back.

"W-Who are you?! Where's Jax?!" I screamed at the creature. "Brother, you know it's me... but I go by a different name now. My name, is Sam... and I have some friends I want you to meet."

Like Diesel, Sam had parts to him, but instead of him disappearing, he stayed. Three more demons popped up beside him. The first, he was like a shadow. He wore a long cloak, you couldn't see his face at all. He had sharp fingers but not talons like the rest.

The next was tall, he had large wings sprouting out behind him, leather like Loneliness. He had big horns, curving up in a crescent. He wore a cloak like the first, so he wasn't exactly naked.

Then there was the last one, he scared me more than Depression and Emptiness. He wore a cloak like the other two, except he had armour on his, skulls of many different types. He wielded two weapons, similar to what the Grim reaper would wield. On top of one, sat a black crow, his eyes bore into mine.

"Cooper, I'd like you to meet Suicide, he's the one with the cool ass weapons! Then you have Agony, he's the boring one with the hood. Then you have Misery, he has the wings. They make up me, Sam. Or as you better know... Jax..."

Jax walked towards me, lifting me up to my feet. He held me still as he looked over me... an almost said smile on his face. "Why? Why'd you have to do it?"

"Do w-w-what?" He lifted his hand up, swinging it towards me. His palm came in contact with my cheek, a loud slap echoing in the silence. Tears welled in my eyes as I lifted my hand up, my fingers grazing the red slap mark on my face.