A slushy blue liquid coiled around my limbs.

Despite its liquid form it was extremely durable.

I found myself standing up again despite the pain.

What? I could feel so much that everything ceased to exist.

All I saw was my sight moving across the room. Darting, if you will.

And then I looked right.

And I met with two invisible eyes.

My focus sunk into them, unknowing of the monster to my left.

I felt like a puppet, each of my movements being through no power of my own.

My body was covered in lush,transparent rings of flourishing water.

My eyes sunk to a deep blue, ever more mystifying than the monster before me.

It tilted its head, confused at my lack of emotion. Its body had already fully regenerated.

I tilted my head back. Giving it a pitiful stare from my now ethereal blue eyes.

In the bloody mess that was my face, the glaring blue was all that one could focus on.

As I looked at each of the creatures' eyes, they slowly popped in a bloody splat.

One by one.

Blood spat on the floor by the second, before the hopeless creature was blind.

My mere vision had popped its eyes like balloons.

The blood slowly dripped down its face as it felt its remains on the floor.

My hand stretched out, grasping the blinded creature.

Its figure flailed and shook as it felt a force far beyond its understanding slowly pull it forwards.

As I took a closer look my voice came out.

There was no emotion. Just a flat and spiteful tone that seemed to have come from somewhere external.

"Lord-Rank."

The creature shivered intensely upon hearing this voice.

"Boring."

My hand that was still raised turned slowly.

A boney creaking sound could be heard from deep within the creature.

"Just a little mor-."

Crack.

The creature's neck broke quite easily.

My tone was now even more unsatisfied.

"Weakling."

The creature, barely alive due to its abnormal regeneration, was now barely warm.

Its feelings were spreading to its surroundings and its roar was now a desperate plea.

A shrill, I believe.

The creature finally regenerated one eye. Clearly a lot of effort was required yet my tone remained abscolent.

"Oh? You think that you can understand this power?"

My hand still risen, began curling into itself.

Crack.

A wail.

Crack.

A scream.

Crack.

A high-pitched screech.

Crack.

An end.

The creature, which now had its main 4 limbs bent in unimaginable positions just wanted to be freed. Forced to witness its end through one half regenerated eye. It howled through its course breath.

"WOOOOoooooO."

"We're not done yet."

My voice came out flat and deadpanned. As if I wished we were done more than the creature itself.

I now realised that my entire-skin felt like it was crawling. Flowing.

Disappearing.

I had gained a thin layer of consciousness in this transparent world.

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"Tch."

Boom.

The creature's broken limbs exploded into bloody crevices. The remains added yet another coat to the red-laden floor.

It seemed like I was angry.

So angry that I couldn't control my power properly.

As I attempted to pop the half-regenerated eye of the creature, I accidentally exploded its entire head.

The impact of the blood splatter was so wide even the walls were not free of the vandalisation.

If one were to look at the room now, atleast several hundred murders would've had to of taken place for it to reach such a state.

As I stood before the barely regenerating body of the creature I felt my anger materialise.

The creature slowly crumbled down before this anger.

I, of course, did not let it have the chance to go peacefully.

Bang.

In a violent burst, the creature's body exploded.

Coating myself in remains and flesh.

I stood there, before the water coiling around me slowly thinned and my body slowly collapsed.

My memories of the events slipped more and more.

But I took care to remember as much as I could.

Ravine creature.

Returned.

Body.

Possessed.

Power.

Power.

Power.

I woke up in a dazed stupor. My head felt like it had just been pounded vigorously and violently with a metal hammer. My skull hurt after every miniscule movement and I had not even begun to move the rest of my body yet.

I woke up.

I was fully healed.

I was lying on a table.

Was I at the cottage?

Wait, no.

It was dark. Too dark. So dark in fact, that I could only see a grey table and a man in a white gown. His white hair curved upwards.

Wait. A man in a white gown with white hair curved upward-?

"AGHAGHARGH."

Something bended. Something broke. Something screamed.

"GHARAUHAG."

Something twisted. Something got mushed. Something screamed.

"AERRRGHRGH."

Something slided out. Something was torn off. Something screamed.

All I saw in the reflection was his hysterically smiling face. And the atrocities that he had committed on my back.

A wide open wound, full of insects,larva and new intestines.

I wished it to be a nightmare.

But he woke me up from my wishfulness.

"GAAURGHGR."

I don't even know what's happening anymore.

But it hurts. So bad. So bad that I can only say it hurts.

My mind is so full of the pain that I only know a thing.

It hurts.

Badly.

"GAGAUEGHghrgh..."

I don't want to scream anymore.

How long has it been?

I can't see the light.

I can't see the seconds.

I can see his face.

Still as joyous as ever.

Drool leaks from his mouth.

I want it to en-.

"AAAARHGHURGH."

STO-.

"GARHAGIHRGURG."

I wanted it to stop. End. Finish.

But it never did.

I never slept.

Woken by screams and pain.

My intestines fell out so many times.

I don't think the blood on the floor would be enough to explain it.

The things that happened that day,night.

I don't even know.

A light cheery voice welcomed me instead of a scream. My cheek lay sodden on the tabletop.

"It's time to start the finish-."

PLEAS-.

"-ing touches!"

"GAGUAHGURHGH."

Salt was rubbed into my wounds. Acid dipped into my internals. Death dipped into my life.

Ah. What am I even saying?

The cycle continued.

A perplexing variation each time. Made it all the more tormenting.

All I could see was his reflection.

My guts.

Acid seething on the floor.

Yet I could not see the end.

Not before a robed-man walked in.

No more hysterical laughs ensued.

A deep, shallow and homing silence crushed the atmosphere of torture.

"Vorgio."

"Elrar."

The two merely spoke each other's names.

Vorgio spoke calmly and rationally.

Elrar spoke in a muddle of shock and flatness.

Perhaps his personality is mixing in.

"Fix him." My teacher spoke on edge. His voice quivering, something unseen.

My tensions rose.

Soon, I felt everything reverse.

And a world of pain returned.

"AGEGRHRGHGHGRHAHDS."

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Current memory of Protagonist.

Vorgio silenced my mouth. I wailed to an empty room.

After another silent 40 seconds Vorgio walked up to Elrar.

A jeery smile on his face, his eyes shut lightly as he grinned. His pearly-whites right in front of my teacher's nose.

He spoke like a happy man. Like a normal man. Like someone who he was not.

"So, I assume we're all good n-."

Boom.

A blast.

Vorgio was at the back of this darkened room. His body was plated all over in steel. He still coughed blood.

"You went easy."

Vorgio chuckled to himself.

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Boom.

Vorgio was on his back. A dent was visible by his ribs in his metal cage.

My teacher had appeared above him like a spectre.

Boom. BOom. Boom. Boom.

An assault of world-energy blasts, far stronger than any I could ever hope to produce sent the room into constant trembles.

Despite taking the full force, a Vorgio, bleeding blood from his mouth,ears and eyes still shouted gleefully as he repeatedly attempted to rise again.

"YOU'RE STILL GOING EASY ELRA-"

"Pfototch."

A large volume of blood was smacked out of Vorgios mouth. This blast came from his right.

His face begun revealing some shock.

Elrar shook Vorgio hard.

"Explain yourself."

Vorgio adopted a childish expression.

"Bu-."

BOOM.

The ground beneath Vorgio, despite being heavily strengthened, formed a giant crater. Black rocks flew up and Vorgios face squished downwards and remained like that due to its steel nature.

Vorgio looked extremely appalled in this moment.

Elrar spat next to Vorgio.

"Overreaction."

Vorgio chuckled lightly as his face began to inflate again.

He continued joyously laughing as World-Blasts crashed into his left and right side that were now protected by barriers.

"Try and stop me, Elrar."

His vicious eyes met the bone-chill of Elrars.

"Apologise to the boy."

Despite the almighty forces crashing against each other, the two still conversed perfectly.

They looked to their left.

The boy was gone..

I looked down at the same tabletop. A reflection. He was there.

Vorgio.

My insides trembled and my bones shook.

Why was he here?

Of all people?

I had shoved my trauma into the snow for a year.

And now it was resurfacing?

He lowered down, smiling gracefully.

He touched my shoulder.

He's going to rip it off. I felt tears start to form in my eyes. I was weak.

"Hello, my boy."

His closed eyes made his smile faker and faker. The more I looked into it, the more I feared the man in front of me.

I looked behind him.

Chlora and Elrar stood still.

He won't do anything now then.

Right?

Elrar urged Vorgio to do something with his hand.

Vorgio sighed joyfully.

"I deeply apologise for the short transe I went in, during the events of the last year. I hope it never happens again and we can consider our relationship fixed."

I looked beneath the table.

No spike.

It seemed Elrar was probably what he feared as of now.

Then I spoke.

"May-." Cough.

I recalled his words.

Short transe.

SHORT transe.

SHORT TRANSE???

This bastard tortured me for atleast hours on end.

SHORT TRANSE???

I looked at Chlora and Elrar.

The two looked as if this would be a healing moment.

I couldn't turn them.

I couldn't anger the man in front of me more.

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I probably could've made a good attempt at convincing them. However, my old fear for the man in front of me and my mental state struggled to keep up with rationality.

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"Yes."

"Let's get..."

"Along."

I shook his hand as I looked away from his face.

His dough-breath marauded my sense of smell.

His bastard face marauded my sight.

His voice my hearing.

His wrinkled hand, my touch.

His words brought back memories as I tasted the blood in my mouth.

God. I hated every part of this man.

I was going to reveal his true nature.

No.

Matter.

What.