"Your eyes betray you, mortal." The haunted pen scribbles, nearly illegible. The voice reappears in my head and tells me to continue. "And your ears know not what reality sounds like." I pause again, only to have the voice order me to continue. "But, I will give you true sight, and allow you to hear the truth, so long as you aid me." I stop and it waits for a reply.
I stand up and step away from the little black book. "It's nearly full." I remind myself and then begin to pace around the darkened room, lit by a small lamp on the oak desk. The floor is empty. It had to be so that I would not trip. "I knew this would happen..." I mutter to myself. I hear the voice again in my head but I ignore it this time. "It only wants an answer."
In a moment, I rush back to the notebook and seize the pen in a crazed wrath. It begins to speak once more. "She deserves it. You know that. They all know that." There's a pause of dead silence and dreadful suspense. "You just need to trigger it, that's all. Follow my instructions and we'll have tons of fun!"
I throw down the pen and stand back up. "I don't want to have that sort of fun. It's... It's..." I search desperately for the word that I already have. "Evil..." I finally mutter. A dark and cruel laughter fills my mind. I walk back to the desk and pick up the pen. I examine it and find that it is still in working condition. I sit back down on the matching oak chair.
"Evil is such a strong term. I am not asking you to commit murder, silly mortal. I am simply implying that you help that woman realize her faults." The pen writes with my hand. The black ink sinks into my notebook and tugs at my emotions for her. I shake my head furiously and drop the pen once more. I rub my forehead in a distressed confusion.
"Won't you just leave me alone already?" I scream in frustration. The room echoes my words back at me. I quiet down. "I'm all alone..."
My hand reaches for the pen and begins to speak to me again. "I am your conscious, silly mortal. I can never leave you alone. But I may quiet down if you do what I ask." I stare at the paper and feel a rage submerge. "Good! I like that rage of yours! Now put it to use!" The voice writes. I hit myself in the head in a poor attempt to wake up.
"Can't you get one of the others to do it?" I plead into the darkness around me. I imagine him appearing behind me and patting me on the shoulder. I imagine what his face would look like. "She knows. She refuses to tell me..."
"They have no power over her, not like you do. If she falls, you will be the one who pushed her, but worry not, for the blame will be placed only upon herself. The others will not expect a thing, dear mortal. You are safe." It reassures me. I watch the ink stain the white paper black once more.
"But she trusts me..." I reply weakly. It is winning me over; he is winning me over. I can't hold him off much longer. I stand up and am forced to sit back down and write.
"If she truly trusted you, she would reveal my appearance. You understand that, surely you do. You are not a fool as she would try and make you. Resist you must, mortal, or she will consume you." He writes with my hand. I lose control of it and the accompanying arm.
"But..." I go to object, but find myself at a loss for words.
The hand goes crazy. "There is nothing left standing in your way. When the sun rises once more, her downfall will come. Then you be freed from her tyranny."
"Sunrise?" I say as I look out of the only window in the entire room. The window is pathetically small and only provides me with a glimpse of the sky. I see the black of the sky turning to blue slowly, but surely. "That's so soon."
"I do not wish to have your mind twisted and torn by that woman. She must fall as soon as possible so that you remain free of her tyranny!" It reassures me. I find myself believing the voice all of a sudden.
"So what do I do?"
-Zero
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