From the darkness deep within, a dank dark space, a figure sits at a table, working feverously in the darkness, with a dim light of unknown origin to assist his efforts. Trying to put together that which has been broken to many times, hoping this time will be the last time. He looks around to see what can be seen in the darkness surrounding him, all he can see is the prison he has constructed , in which he now dwells, seeking an escape but unable to do so, until he completes his task to repair that which lay in pieces before him. With shaking hands and tearful eyes, he tries and tries, but it is difficult to work alone in the dark, but in this prison of his own design in solitude and in darkness, he must continue if he is to succeed. If he is to smile once more. If he is to step into warm, embrace the light outside his prison again. The tool of his salvation is within his grasp, all he needs to the courage and faith to complete it, and use it for the task it was constructed for.
Suddenly from the lurking shadows beyond the confines of his cell, he sees a figure peering at him through the darkness. A gruff chuckle fills the dark space. "Do you think you can hide from me in here? Haven't you learned anything yet?" a dark figure, shrouded in shadows steps from the darkness into the dim glow and grabs the bars of the man's self-made prison. "Look at me you pathetic wretch, come look into my eyes, and see the truth, before you hurt yourself!" The man at the table stands up, nervously trembling, sulking to where the dark figure is standing and peers into his eyes. It is as if looking into a mirror, but the reflection is dark and twisted version of himself. "You think hiding in here will protect you from me, I am you, I will find you where ever you hide, I am your other half, your stronger half. I was created by your darkest thoughts in order to protect you, and now you run and hide from me?" The man looks down at his feet in shame, unable to hold the dark figures gaze. "You are sitting in here, with that minuscule light of hope sitting here hiding like the little bitch you are, as you try and hide from yourself? You truly think you are strong enough to overcome me?" with this, the dark figure grabs the man through the bars on his chest and pulls him tightly into the bars.
"You know what I am, you know what I am capable of, you have watched from your hallowed prison as I wreaked havoc upon this world using your body as my own and still you believe you can possibly defeat me? You created me, you were not strong enough to face your demons alone, and thus I was born. I defeated your demons, and assumed control of your meek pathetic body, as you hide away from yourself in the dark corners of out mind. In our name, I made people fear us, we took our rightful place in the food chain as you hide, watching, whimpering. I am respected and feared, with more blood on my hands than most would admit and still this pathetic creature that created me thinks he can in anyway stop me." A loud evil laugh filled the space." I have destroyed much more powerful than you, I have murdered, tortured, raped, abused and destroyed many more capable than you, and here you actually believe u can stop me?" spitting his words into the face of the man, as his face is crushed against the bars.
The man no longer trembling, face forced against the prison's bars and with the dark figures vile breath in his face looked him in the eyes, "I will overcome you, as I no longer fear you. You are nothing. A mere shadow who has no power but in my mind, I may have stood by, watching you take control, but no longer. Your evil stops here!" and with those words the man, from behind his back pulls out a dagger, the one he has been furiously working on the dank darkness and breaks loose from the darkness's clenching grasp and moves beyond his reach.
Laughter filled the dim light space, "And what are you going to do with that, kill me, you have no idea ....." The man defiantly interrupts the darks figures rant "Oh, but I do, you see, you gave me the answer, you and I and the same, two halves making a whole, one cannot exist without the other, so ....." as the man says that he takes the musty dagger and plunges' it into his heart, " I die, you die ......". The man and the dark figure fall to their knees, the smirk on longer on his twisted face. "You could have had power, great power beyond your dreams why ...," the dark figure mumbles and he collapses into a pile on the floor. The once powerful dark arrogant figure, now nothing more than a muttering broken creature, his wicked laugh no longer echoing, lying in a pile of pity on the dank floor. The man, covered in blood, dagger deep in his chest, looks at what is left of the figure and mumbles with a smile on his face these last words." At what cost would I get such power though death, destruction and chaos, to high a price for me, I am not a monster like you, I may be a bastard, but I am not a fucking monster........" gasping for air as he collapsing onto the floor. The two laying there, beside one another, separated only by the prison bars that now slowly fade away. And as the dim light fades into nothing but darkness, the two figures drift towards each other and become one.