Cole 22
There was nothing for miles in any direction, nothing but black in this strange place. There was nothing, no light, no sound, no life until Cole opened his eyes. It wasn't surprising, though. Horror's tricks were becoming almost predictable now after, what was it? Four months? Six? A year?
Does time really make a difference? It asked, appearing in all of its grotesqueness in front of him. As always, Horror was immobile, just a voice echoing in Cole's head that seemed to come from this monstrous twisted statue of flesh and bones. He was his creation, his masterpiece, and now his eternal tormentor. What a fate!
"You're the Devil, do you know that?" Cole said, trying to come off at a new angle for once.
Well fuck me in the face and call me Satan, Came another surprise. Cole's beginning to sound just like a human.
"Enough with the shit. What are you here for?" He asked, tired of games as usual. It was then he realized that he had become a human. Had he done it in his sleep? Did... Horror do it?
Well, I have something you need to know. Love, the accursed bitch, is, like always, trying to influence and control you in any way she can. What she's decided to do is split you in two. Haven't you noticed anything strange about your vampire self? It's as if a different person were living inside of you, and the two of you switched control each time you switched forms.
"What the hell...?" Cole said, for the first time questioning Love's intentions. He had thought that she of anyone would not try and cause any harm. Perhaps, he guessed, this was her strange method of protecting him? Of course, he didn't trust Horror, and he was of the same breed as her. Perhaps he needed to keep his guard up.
Indeed, The monster said. In case you haven't noticed, that girl you hypnotized is no longer under your control. Love now holds primary influence over her through you.
"How? She's too far away to use me to get through to the girl." Cole knew Horror couldn't move, but if he could, he would be smiling, a twisted, rotten smile.
Well, that means one of two things. Either you're insane, Love and I are just figments of your imagination, and you're controlling her and telling to be a representation of Love, or the both of us are real and Love is using all of her remaining power to control her through the link she once had through you.
Cole was silent for a few moments, blinking and finding himself in the cabin he had picked out. The floor swayed below him gently as the ship cut through water like a knife through butter, moving back and forth, a cradle rocking as if carrying an infant.
"I hate you," He said finally, sitting on the bed in the corner.
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