Battle at the academy pt. 7

[Ryker POV]

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Flashes. Flashes of images so unfamiliar and horrifying - yet I cannot ascertain what has infected me as to conjure up images such as those. Red eyes, rivulets of blood, my entrails spilling from within just before my body is shredded to pieces. 

Each time an image is conjured, I am swept under a headache so large it is incapacitating. The searing pain and pressure in my head comes and goes as it pleases, and I do not know how to stop it. Sleep does not help, and true rest evades me. 

It's a maniacal fit of laughter, though, that is playing repeatedly through my skull and threatening to slowly drive me insane. It is there, on the edges of each maddening vision, taunting me. 

I let the cold water run over my head, shoulders and the rest of me as I sit here. Hoping that the water will scrub my brain of her hideous laughter, it is my last resort. 

But I suppose it was a feeble idea to begin with.