What's the point of surviving just to die again.?
I had finished falling a long time ago. It was amazing the fact I could tell.
There was darkness of the night like back on Earth.
And then there was this darkness.
Like staring into the void of space, my arms, my face, I couldn't see anything.
The ground felt warm, uncertain if that was really the floor or something else I was stepping on.
I stood in one place trying not to be reckless.
For all I know, I could have been sent here to die.
But why.
I couldn't remember what I did exactly to anger a kind of alien race.
What happened to Earth.?
What happened to my mother.?
Thinking of the reason made my heart beat even harder.
I'm sure they know that the fall won't kill me.
Which leaves one more option.
There was something down here. Something I should be wary of.
And either it hasn't noticed me, or it was just biding its time.
I coiled up in a ball and laid weakly on the floor.
The silence felt wrong. It felt disturbing.
How the hell did I get here.?
What was I missing.?
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to remember.
What had happened to my mother.?
Was she captured by them too.?
As I lay there digging through my memories.
I saw it.
Flashes of beasts first.
Then people with nosebleeds.
Followed by screams.
People running.
Darkness.
They were all fragmented, not leading anywhere.
I still couldn't find my mom.
I tried looking deeper.
But nothing.
Just blood.
An arm.
Nothing was making sense.
And I was starting to get pissed off, if you end up in the middle of God knows where, you'd start getting pissed.
Then a sound.
An object clattering behind me.
"What now."
Seems whatever was down here got tired of waiting.
I turned slightly behind me.
And the darkness was no more.
The entire scene had changed completely.
I was now back at home, back in my house.
In the bathroom, I sat on the bathroom floor.
It all looked real. It felt it too.
But even I knew it wasn't real.
"Are you ok with this."
A voice sounded from behind me.
I stood and turned, the voice seemed to have been coming from behind, the creepy part was I could have sworn it sounded like me.
But there was nothing.
Just my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Then I saw it.
My reflection, it smiled.
Its eyes were the opposite of mine, black pupils, white iris.
Its hair was black.
Its body was white.
"What the hell is this, is this some sort of illusion or mind attack."
I sounded confused.
It stared at me for a while.
Then smiled.
"You don't remember."
I touched the glass slightly.
"How can I hear you, and what the hell don't I remember."
I retorted.
It walked away.
My own reflection left the view of the mirror.
My chest tightened.
It was getting uncanny now and I was getting frightened.
Then behind me I felt a breath on my neck.
"Everything."
As soon as he spoke.
Blood.
Dripping from my nose to the bathroom floor.
I looked at it with fear.
Then stared at the floor.
"What the hell are you doing."
"I'm trying to help you remember."
It said again, cackling.
Its black teeth and white tongue looked uncanny.
"It hurts."
I said, falling to my knees.
It bent down with me, its hand on my back.
"I would never hurt you, Devon."
"I am you."
Suddenly my fragmented memories of before started piecing themselves together.
I remembered it all. What had really happened?
After seeing my Facial expression he let me go.
Then stood up.
"Tell me, why did you do it.?"
I looked at the imperfect version of me.
But said nothing.
"Don't look at me like that, you finally remembered now don't you?"
"Murderer."
I could barely breathe.
But I found strength to answer.
"I am not a murderer."
"You don't even take responsibility for what you did, you killed mom."
As it spoke the bathroom light flickered with great intensity, I could hear multiple voices as it spoke.
"No I didn't." I shook my head in disagreement
"You even had her dead arm with you.
You only noticed after she was dead, after she was dead Devon"
I didn't know which was worse.
The fact that I could hear every single word, added to the true pain I felt. Or the fact I believed it to be true,
My eyes soon became teary.
I remembered it all, I remembered her open eyes.
"It wasn't my fault."
My tears fell into the puddle of my blood.
"She was our mom, she loved us, she took care of us, she was our everything, and you killed her, tell me whose fault is it, Devon?."
I heard his voice again.
"I don't know."
My voice cracked even more.
"Whose was it?."
His voice rang even louder in my ears
I cried even more.
"I didn't want to kill her."
"But you did."
Then he raised me from the ground.
His hands firmly grasping the collar of my shirt.
"How will you fix what you've done.?"
.....
Above the hole, the two figures still stood.
The man and the boy.
The boy bent down looking into the hole.
"How long have we been standing here, I'm bored."
The boy then laid flat on the floor.
"How much longer, old man."
The man narrowed his eyes as he stared into the hole.
"Not much longer."
"Let's go."
Finally they both turned to leave.
Then.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
A shriek so horrid reverberated.
Forcing both of them to one knee.
The man stood up.
His hand on his conical metal helmet.
The boy looked at him, his eyes widening.
"Hey old man, you shouldn't."
With a swipe along the rim of his hat.
Threads formed instantly.
Travelling through his body.
Then more threads followed.
Until it formed a black sleek suit around him. The hat still seated on his head.
His face completely covered.
Only two red eyes remained.
His entire body lined with a red glow.
He looked robotic. Without saying anything else.
He lunged himself into the hole.
The boy sighed.
"We are so getting in trouble."
He grabbed a pendant on his neck.
Then the same process occurred.
Threads forming rapidly. Wrapping around his body.
His mask lining with the rest of the suit.
An orange glow spread across it.
The lining beneath his eyes glowed as well.
His orange hair flowing downward.
With no hesitation he followed.
Down in the abyss. Both of them landed.
Their bodies enclosed by the darkness.
Only the bright light from the lining of their suits was visible.
The boy sniffed in the air.
"Disgusting."
"Just how I remember it."
But they weren't helpless.
They could see quite perfectly.
And standing before them.
About seven feet in height.
Was Devon.
His left face was different from the right.
One part had a red eye.
While the other was normal.
One side had a smile.
The other had a frown.
Black tentacles replaced his arm.
Slowly moving.
The boy moved back a bit.
Entering a battle stance.
As he spoke through the mask, his voice slightly coarse.
"Now."
"This part."
"I don't remember."