"My name amounts to nothing now." I say sadly as I re-enter the dark room after a day in a personal hell. I had done what he asked. But it was not over yet. I walk to the desk and sit down. My pen waits expectantly for contact. I hesitate before picking it up. I flip open the black notebook and wait for him to say something.
"Not necessarily true, dear puppet." He tells me. My heart stops as I read the words on the paper over and over again. The yellow light from the lamp sudden feels blinding. "It means something to me. You should know that."
"But what do you amount to in the end?" I question him. He disgusts me, but I don't know what else to follow.
"Something to believe in. Something to guide you. I am the light in the dark." He replies and for a moment I can almost feel his smile. I shake my head and stand up. I stumble into the darkness of the room. I purposely hit my head against the wall.
"What is this feeling inside of my chest?" I ask myself. A twisting motion of emotions spins throughout my body. My arms burn with an unknown rage. My legs shake from fear. My stomach churns with regret. My head fails to understand any of it.
I get up and sit back down at the desk so that he can reply. "It is power. You took pleasure in taking her down. Once you admit it, you can begin to realize what you truly are." I stand up once more and quickly walk away.
I put my head in my hands and rub my forehead in a poor attempt to clear my mind. Then I try to shake the ideas out of my mind. I spin around and face the desk as if he was standing there. "And what exactly am I?"
This time, he feels no need to write it down. He merely whispers it in my ear. "You're a monster. That's what you are." I shake my head desperately, but feel a part of myself agree with him. My arms, in a fit of rage, grab the chair and throw it across the room. It hits a wall and breaks apart. Pieces fall to the ground. I look in amazement and horror. "See? That proves it." He continues.
I reject the idea immediately. "I'm not a monster!" I begin to panic. "You... You just want to destroy me too!" I scream into the possessed and empty air.
His voice is calm as it whispers again into my ear. "Dear puppet, you are the one who has destroyed you. You should have known the price of evil. You belong in the hell that you exist in." I drop to my knees in reply.
"I can't... No..." I mutter pathetically as fear takes over. I fall backwards and stare at the dark ceiling that traps me in this space. I roll over and curl up into a ball. "I... I... I can escape it..." I try to convince myself, but the voice does not help.
He laughs. The laughter pierces my heart and fills me with fear. "Embrace it and perhaps you will get used to this hell." He suggests. I consider it for a moment.
"That... might work." I say with a sigh. I regain some of my strength and find myself sitting down. "How... do I?" I ask him weakly.
I feel his grin pierce me like a dagger in the heart. "You have more friends. They may be weakened by you as well. You are so powerful and they do not even realize it. Destroy them and admit that you enjoy it." He whispers with a crazed and empowered tone.
I'm about to reply when there is a knock at the door. The sound is soft and suggests that someone equally soft is at the door. I look up at the desk and wait for the voice's approval for me to open it and see who it is. He does not say anything. The visitor does, however. "Oliver? Are you there?" I recognize her voice immediately and rush to answer the door.
I swing it open and greet the familiar woman with a smile. She gives me a sweet smile in response and brushes some of her dark green hair out of her face, revealing her matching dark green eyes. I feel the voice slowly leaving me. "Hey, Emily!" I exclaim happily.
"Are you alright?" She replies immediately, looking at the pieces of the chair that litter the floor. She goes to step inside, but I stop her and slip on my shoes. She gives me a confused glance.
"I am now. Let's go for a walk." I insist and then begin pulling her away from the small dark room. From the back of my head I hear the angry voice.
"This isn't over."
-Zero
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