I'm being put into a new chamber...
Who's that in the corner, in the shadows?
It's not... OH SHIT YOU!
He blasts me with shadows, ripping my shirt to tatters. I barely hold off his attacks, while he laughs with menace, delighted to have finally got the better of me. He sharpens a point of shadow, whips it around, and it darts straight for my heart.
NO!
Light erupts around me, destroying his shadows, and he covers his eyes before I can blind him. He is pinned against the wall by the brilliant radiance of my powers. I get a tendril of light, sharpen it, and whip off the stone in his sleeve, putting it in my pocket. Shadows come from it but I quell them as soon as they appear.
"You could never beat me, felix. Why did you do this to yourself?"
I knock him out, before fainting myself.
I dream of the childhood we spent together, how we played as best friends, going to school together. Then one day, he started gettign moodier, more angry. He hit me in frustration, and I looked in his eyes, and saw... pure anger... Later that day our maths teacher was found dead, his head cut off.
A knock on the door, in the middle of the night. It was Felix.
"I know what you did."
"Please" he says, "I need your help."
"Why should I help a murderer?"
"It's this stone, it's... changing me..."
"What?"
"It lets me control shadows, but it makes me hate everything"
"I can't help you. Go away."
"Aaron... let me in."
"What? No! Leave!"
"Let me in."
"No. I never want to see you again."
"LET ME IN."
"NO!"
A wall of shadows bursts behind me, flinging me out of the house. He walks in, and I try the door, but it darkens, and remains solid and closed. I barge in through a window, smashing through, to hear my little sister screaming.
"HANNAH! NO!"
I walk in, and he's cutting her to shreds in front of me, laughing, looking at me in the eye.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
I run at him, and I feel the room brighten around me. Felix is looking at me, his evil smile gone. I smash into him, and we tumble out of the window, landing hard on the ground outside.
I'm fuelled by my rage, ripping at him with the light, although I have no idea how. I get up, panting, and I look at his face. He begs:
"Please, stop..."
His face has changed... I see the old Felix, the one with which I played together, my best friend.
I walk away, pitying him for a moment. Then I force him out of my mind. I crawl up in a ball, and cry, cry until I fall asleep in a bush.
The next day, I wake up, in the facility, my cheeks salty.