So this is part two, to Memoirs of a Troubled Conscience and the end to the split personality theme for these two characters. Took me a year to write, i stopped working on it for a while and then had some extreme writers block. enjoy..
He looked a lot like me. His face was faintly visible but I could tell that I looked a lot like he. From a side his countenance resembled that of the devil. And from the other he resembled a mix of blue and yellow, green. Evil but mellow. Still he looked a lot like me. But I could feel there was something off about him like a vibe. It felt like he had no heart in his chest and no soul behind his eyes. Darkness obscures him and it’s the signature of his presence. He’s obsessive in his hate and meticulous in his murder so that he can smile in your pain. Your screams fuel his drive and the sadistic laugh that you hear. There is n remorse from him when he decides to end it. And the last thing you hear is [gotcha] when he sends it…It was like a poison, burning as it flowed through him. Blazing like he was on fire as obsession pushed him closer to insanity. But he needed it and it needed him, he drew his strength from it and it thrived off him. He fed it daily. Mainly, with images and thoughts of the hated. Who fights him for control of a soul. And a mind that’s mine with a diminished sense of righteousness, lack luster holiness, and no control in this…It began snowing as he walked out of an alleyway. He smiled at the thought of committing his murder on a snowy day. The street lights faded away as he walked past. His darkness replacing the light, giving the block a new mask. He smiled again because he could feel who he was looking for. His eyes rolled back into his head and he shivered with sick delight. He stopped walking and looked up to an apartment building and knew who he wanted was in there. He walked inside and went up to the third floor. A wicked smile broke through his lips as he walked up to the fourth door, and a sign on it read “Tha Cool’. He put both hands on the door and darkness surrounded him on all sides. Enveloping him in a cocoon as he tried to push through to the other side. First his arms and chest imprinted into the wall. His legs came next as he stepped through the wall. His face came last and he still had that smile on it. His darkness split open and ran through the room trying to drown all light out. He stepped to the face of his visibly smaller target and told him “We both can’t be here, someone has to die”. He almost laughed when he saw what looked like fear in his eyes. But whatever it was got replaced by rage, hate, bloodlust, and violence. He didn’t try to run when he pulled out, just stared at the familiar looking gun and the designs around the guns mouth. Then he pulled the trigger, but when he looked there was no one there. He heard a laugh come from behind him and shot over there. He heard him say “You can’t kill what you can’t see”. He shot once again but the figure moved faster than light and lighter than sound. Before he could shoot again he knocked him down. Grabbed him by his neck and hit him a few times while he was on the ground. He told him “You lost, can you feel it setting in? Hopelessness, anguish, despair, with death right around the bend”. He tried to get up so he put a knee on his chest and then pulled out. He convulsed with pleasure as he took in a breath and said ‘Let me take you out of your misery”. There was a flash of light and then nothing…From behind my eyes I watched as he stood over the body and stared at with disturbing satisfaction as the [gotcha] echoed through the room. Maybe he could feel me watching as he let his darkness dissipate enough for me to see him and the body below him and then back up, to notice him glowering at me, and then I realized what I’d seen. The laying on the ground was a part of he and the one standing there was me…He was Fall..and then I woke up…
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