[color=00aeef] [center][h2]Into the Void[/h2][/center] ”What is this place?...” [i]Vincent’s voice cracked, echoing down the dimly lit corridor ahead of him, one that appeared to stretch for an eternity. He felt his body moving, his footsteps sluggish and heavy, as he strode barefoot along the cool surface of the stone floor. The walls to the left and right of him were lined with various symbols that appeared to be etched into the stone with precision and care, weaving one symbol into another to form a pattern of sorts as it continued its course into the distance. Vin narrowed his eyes as he stared at the familiar etchings, reaching his hand out to touch the wall, and tracing his fingers along the embossed lines, causing the symbols to glow a faint crimson tone as blood were streaming through veins. Up ahead a silhouetted figure approached, his stride slow and steady, and once close enough, Vin realized it was his long-time friend James, yet half of his face appeared burned and unrecognizable.[/i] “James! What ha-” “Vincent, you damn fool.” James interjected, a look of shock and dismay in his expression. “Where the hell were you? I trusted you and you let me down! You let yourself down!” “Something happened to me, James! I tried to get away but-” “Enough!” Once again, James’ booming voice overruled any further debate. “You and your fucking excuses! When do they end?” James lifted his hand, which held a nine millimeter pistol and placed it to the temple of his head. “You fucked up Vin, but it’s not dragging me down anymore…” It was as though the whole scene unfolded in slow motion, as the trigger was pulled and the gun recoiled, flesh, blood, bone, and brain matter exploded with a burst from the barrel, as the body of James crumpled to the ground and vanished into dust on impact. Vincent wanted to scream, but his attempts fell void, as the ash seeped into the tiny cracks of the stone floor, and dissipated. “Ouch, that looked like it hurt real bad, man.” The voice said in a nonchalant manner from behind Vin, and he turned around to see it was Nate, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. “Did he get anything on me, because that would be extremely gross and let’s face it, I just dry-cleaned this shirt.” He said, pointing to himself. Vin stood there for a moment, an expression of confusion on his face, before mustering up a response. “Where the hell am I? And where the hell did you come from?” Nate arched an eyebrow and glanced around for a moment before leaning in closer to Vin and whispering. “I think this is the Twilight Zone, buddy...or just a really skanky S&M dungeon. Either way, this is your mind I’m currently occupying, and I’d have to say…” He paused, mainly for effect. “You are one messed up individual.” “Dammit Nate, you’re still an asshole no matter where you are.” Vincent said, shaking his head. “It’s not me who’s the real asshole Vin. I’m not the one with the out of control powers, killing anything that touches me.” Nate turned his eyes up for a second, thinking, before continuing. “Well, okay, maybe my powers are a bit out of control, but I’m still not tearing people apart with my body tattoos! I mean who does that?” Nate’s clone suddenly appeared, with a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah...YOU do, Vincent.” He said with a wink. “And don’t think for a second, mr fancy pants, that JJ wants anything to do with you. Not after your grotesque display of affection toward other human beings that get anywhere near you.” “He’s right Vin” Jennifer soft familiar voice chimed in as her presence appeared to his left. “As much as I’d hate to admit it, Nate is right. You are an abomination, with no regard for the lives of others. It’s always been about you. Sure, I may have saved your life, but really, who cares?” Jennifer stepped closer, almost nose to nose, with a look of contempt in her face. “But let me tell you something fuck face. All that fancy artwork you’ve desecrated your body with, all that charm you turn on at the drop of a hat, and all your daily philandering and partying doesn’t do shit for you in the end. You dragged me into your screwed up life the day I met you, and now look at what it cost me?...” At that moment, Vin heard a clicking sound, and noticed Nate pointing a gun at Jennifer’s head as he pulled the hammer back on the pistol. “Nate, what the fuck are you doing?” Vin said, trying to reach for the gun, but suddenly being snared by the black wiry tendrils protruding from his own body. “I’m doing what needs to be done, Vin.” Nate shrugged. “You of all people should understand that.” “Understand what?!” Vin yelled, struggling to free himself, yet the more he did, the tighter the tendrils became. “None of this makes sense, you goddamn-” The gun went off as Jennifer’s body fell forward, bumping into Vin, before slumping down toward the floor. “NOOOO!” Vincent screamed as he watched in horror as her body hit the ground, and blood poured from the gaping hole in her head causing a large pool to form at his feet. Vincent looked up to find himself alone, the once dimly lit corridor had now become consumed with utter darkness. A darkness that began to tighten its grip around everything, strangling and choking out the last remnants of existence in whatever void he’d found himself. He struggled to set himself free but was helpless under its weight, and the only sounds left were his blood curdling screams…[/color] [center]*************************************[/center] His suffering translated and resonated into the real world, filling the car with his screams and struggles while laid out in the back seat, kicking the door, and window, bashing his head against the door handle, and grabbing the seat in front of him, until all at once it ceased… Vincent held his head, as the migraines slowly died down, and the fiery pain that coursed through his body subsided, finding himself staring blankly up at the ceiling liner of the car. [@Xandrya] [@Subject Zero]