August 3rd, 2:30 AM Central Park, Circe
Circe wondered through the massive park in the middle of Mahattan Island, her arms folded across herself, desperately holding in the struggle going through her. Ty was dead, her mind raced in directions they had never done so in almost ten years. Though not anywhere close to resembling the mountain range she grew up on in Pennsylvania this was close enough.
"He was ours, baby. Ty was ours to kill, and that damned fool let that idiot go an get dead. This is no laughing matter, they must die baby, all of them. They must return to the Darkness that they were born from. We are that darkness!!" She said to her shadow that peeked out through every street lamps light.
The young woman wondered into a thicker part of the park and hid herself in the trees, dropping to the ground, a careening wail would escape from her mouth. She collected herself enough to lean against one of the trees and stared off towards the darkness.
"No, I will not let go, my name is not fucking Elsa. I am here because YOU needed me!! When that worthless mundane would come home high as a kite and beat your weak willed mage mother half to death. And what happened when he was done with her?? Yesssss, than he would storm in and work you over. That's where I was born, in your anger and despair, and hopelessness. And after that bitch of a mother finally died and they shipped you off?? What happened than?? Yes, those so called foster homes, with the pigs that adopted you, I grew on that, festered like a damn infection, because you were weak like your mother. A little weak bitch who wouldn't fight back from those that used your body!! You gave me control, and I am having to much fun to give it back!!"
As she argued with herself, hot tears poured down her face. Her shadow rose from the ground, taking on a more human shape, it closed the distance to Circe and struck out at her.
"I was a young girl!!" The shadow shouted, though it was close, the voice sounded far away. "I was to little to fight, I was only starting to learn about my powers, until you came around!! You promised we would fight together, that you would help save me!!"
"AND I DID YOU UNGRATEFUL SKANK!! I SAVED YOU AND AS I TOOK OVER AS PAYMENT!! IF YOU CAN'T FIGHT, I WILL!!" Circe was now standing again, facing what could only be confusingly to anyone else as herself. "They killed Ty, the one man whose reminds us so much like your father!! A drunk, abusive whore!! It was our right to kill him, no one else's!!"
"Ty was not abusive!! He was very passionate, in our entire time with Dark Shadows, he never hurt us. You just won't admit that you fell for Ty like I did because you only know how to kill!! I am taking my body back you sociopathic hag!!" Shadow Circe's arm formed into a long sword and she glided at her murderous other self.
"You don't have the strength to kill me!! That's why you made me you pathetic little girl!!" Circe threw up a wall to block Shadow Circes strike. "First I am going to kill myself, than I am going to hunt that troll Rebecca down and play hide the knife with her. Than I am going to find that shining star Salem and turn her into a Jim Henson puppet, and when everything is all over, I am going to that prick Aloyusius and I am going to shove so much darkness down his throat, that he will become his own wind tunnel!!"
Shadow Circe heard everything her darker self said, and use it to spurn her own. The forgotten young woman phased through the wall that Circe threw up and ran a blade right through were the Shifter had injured her the night before. A look of surprise crossed the insane versions face.
"You forgot you stupid crazy bitch!! You made me into this shadow!! And darkness doesn't affect darkness!!" Insane Circe smiled and slumped to the ground. A laugh coming through her mouth.
"Who would of guessed, in an attempt to kill myself, it was my other self that for me. Hehehehe. Ow that's some crazy shit kid. Don't think I am going away, I will always be in the darkness, waiting to take control back." Circes light left her eyes, and Shadow Circe sighed.
Circe opened her eyes and looked around, she was still in the clearing in Central Park. She stood on wobbly legs, it was the first time she was in control of her pyshical body in almost ten years. Her mind no longer divided in half, though she could of sworn she still could hear laughter in her thoughts. She stepped out of the trees and bumped into a couple men.
"Whoa, hey, what have we got here. A drunk little thing lost in the big city. What do you say honey, how bout you say sorry like a good little girl." Circe looked up at the men and smiled....