Hollow

"I'm nothing like you." I uttered, leaning in his face to seem oh so threatening but failing miserably.

"You say that yet you've killed so many innocent people." He whispered, his thumb caressing the skin on my chilled cheek. "For that reason you became hollow. You couldn't bear the thought of having the blood on your hands; your reasonability." His usual jade orbs faded into crimson, glowing and filling the dark space with a bloody color. "I'm here to make sure I bring you out of the trance you've got yourself caught into."