Post by Ryouta Takigawa on Mar 9, 2018 20:50:08 GMT -6
Some days I can't get out of my head
That's just the dark side of me
That's just the dark side of me
It was slipping.
He felt it, and it scared him.
He hadn't experienced this before, this utter feeling of control just... disappearing. He didn't feel like himself, his body didn't belong to him - each step a struggle, breathing labored. Somewhere in the dark recess of his mind, daunting laughter rang out - mocking him. Sanity? What was that?
It had begun a few hours prior - the man waking up to spot of blood on his pillow, coughed up in his sleep. He felt concerned, but there wasn't enough to will him to seek help. With each passing second, however - things got worse. His vision blurred, his voice failed him - everything hurt. Sweat consumed Ryou, struggling to hold himself together - struggling to move away from people, away from anyone who could die if he did lose control.
No, who was he kidding. When he would lose control. He could only hold Necrozma in check for so much longer.
There had been telltale signs - he had ignored them all. This feeling hadn't come on over night, but all the other times he was able to keep it under check. Next time, if there was one, he wouldn't ignore it for so long - he didn't think that something like this could happen - but then again, he knew little about Gijinka and jumped headfirst into being one - making a devil's contract with a pokemon of legend, no less.
Maybe, deep down - he did expect it. Better him than someone else, so he thought.
Falling to the ground, supporting himself by his hands and knees - an otherworldly snarl ripped from his throat - teeth grinding, eyes glued shut. Somewhere off to his side, Ryou barely registered the concerned croon of his Silvally - he wanted to tell the pokemon to run, knowing well he wouldn't be able to recall it into it's pokeball. Fear rose like bile in his throat, determination to try and keep this as subdued as he could rising to meet it.
Ultimately, he would fail. And a voice, quite unlike his own, yet exactly like it, confirmed this. Two voices in one - he barely recognized the second, "Give up, boy. Your body is mine for the time being..."
"No..."
"Too late, you're mine." With another snarl and a rush of wind, Ryouta knew all too well he lost - feeling himself pushed back, feeling another take control. He couldn't describe it, he never would be able to - seeing everything, screaming but nothing comes out, trying, struggling within to move - bound, held back and chained. He was a prisoner within his own body.
A poisonous smile crept across his lips as he stood - a deep breath and a step. Necrozma was in control. He could only pray that somehow, this would stop before the legendary reached any form of civilization.
When the lights go out, I need to know
Are you afraid of the dark?
Are you afraid of the dark?
Coded by Galaxy Mutt
