Not Alone

[Mithra]

I couldn't move. Katherine, my ex-girlfriend. In my room. With a knife stained black from blood. Scared? Me? Don't be absurd. I was terrified. She backed me into a corner, waving the knife like a demented butcher. I knew I was going to die. The only question was: How soon? She was frustrated, yelled at me, didn't seem to understand. I dumped her, yes, but that's no reason to go all Jill the Ripperette! I tried talking with her, tried explaining. She should know she was only arm candy! It's high school! Nobody goes serious there! But no, she's pissed, and I'm her target. Why me?

Holy Mother of...! That crazy girl just flung that knife! At me! Thank God, she missed, but that is way too close for...oh, ****! Virago with no knife. Crazy eyes. Staring at me. She's insane, gotta be insane.

***.."Name"..(?)..***
Carl...Wait...What the...Who's there?
***..'We'..know..'Carl-named'..***
You're in my head? Who are you?
***..*Merge*..***
NO!
***..*embrace* light..***
OUT!
***..'Carl-named'..*Merge*..***
GET OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!
***..*Join*..***
GET! OUT! OF! MY! HEAD!
***..Be "One"..with..'We'..***
I want to be ME! I'm an individual!
***..'We' are *all*..***
NOOOOOoooooooooooo......!
***..'Dirt-walkers'..*Darkness*..'We' are "Light"..***
I tasted the salty metallic sweetness of blood as darkness claimed me.

They watched as Carl crumpled to the floor. Why did he refuse? And what made him die? They did not know, but in time, with careful experiments, they would. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose, forming a rivulet down to the floor to pool. They watched, fascinated. So different from them. So...alien.

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