Addiction Eclipse

"Montie!" His mother called from downstairs repeatedly as her voice shook him from his sleep.

He groaned as he got out of the bed dreading how the day will go. His mother's medicine got harder to get in shipment which caused her to fall deeper into her illness. As he came into the room his mother gasped. That was when he looked down and saw that he had put on a short-sleeved shirt. This mistake showed his mother what he had been doing to himself. He quickly ran back up to his room and dressed in a light jacket and came back down to tend to his mother.

"How long have you been doing that Montie." His mother asked as he wheeled her to the bathroom.

He remained silent.

"Montie please talk to me. I'm not mad at you." She said still trying to bring on a conversation.

He still remained silent.

"Montie answer me!" She yelled as she put the brakes on her wheelchair causing it to slam into his stomach.

"What the fuck!" He yelled as he fell to the ground.

"Watch your language!" She yelled as she turned the wheelchair around, her eyes driving daggers into his soul.

"How about you watch who you talk to like that!" He yelled as he got to his feet casting back his own anger.

"I am your mother I can talk to you how I want to!" She yelled back.

"I can't take your shit anymore!" He yelled as he turned to walk away.

"You will not talk to me like that!" his mother yelled rolling toward him.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled shoving her back.

Before he knew what had happened she was sent crashing through the door behind her. The door she went through led to the basement. After the screaming and crashing of her falling down the steps, only one sound remained. The sound was the sharp sound of the broken lock falling down the steps. Shakily he walked over to the doorway reaching in to try to locate the light switch. When he finally found one he flipped the switch causing the light to flicker to life. He fell back when he saw his mother's limp body lying at the bottom of the steps with cuts and bruises littering her body.

"Fuck." He said to himself over and over in a panic.

"Look at that." The voice in his head said repeatedly.

"I killed her." he spoke as his breath tried to escape from him.

"She killed herself by challenging you. A good woman in her state wouldn't do such a thing." The voice said as it seemed to grow deeper in sound.

"I was raised to not think that way." Montie started to panic at the thought that he might have gone crazy.

"You might have, but I am from a different time." The voice said in a calm deep tone.

"I don't know who you are." He said knowing no one was around him.

"I am you, but different." The voice continued to echo.

"Get out of my mind!" He yelled as he sent his fist through a nearby wall.

Throughout the night, Montie sat in his room restlessly and arguing with himself. It would have seemed that way to someone that looked on it from the outside. To Montie, he seemed to be fighting with a force that was trying to take over his body and his life. The destination the Montie was heading was unseeable. It was something that was covered in a darkness that didn't seem too thin at any point. He continued to cut for the next couple of days. His body began to get covered in long marks in every available space even his face was covered in lines created by the edge of a well-known razor. It seemed to talk to him as he pulled it across his skin. After his face was covered in cuts, he cut his hair off and began cutting on his scalp.

"You have finished your transformation. You will be my weapon from now on." The voice said as if it was coming from the darkness around his skin.

"Who are you?" Montie asked.

"I am your God, your master." It spoke to him deep in his mind.

"You're my God and I'm your weapon." Montie said clearing his throat after speaking.

"Yes!" The voice cheered as it hissed out the word.

Montie put on his mask as it seemed to suction to his face and put a long trench coat over his back. He looked in his mirror seeing a new man, no, a monster standing in front of him only a scared chest remaining visible to the eyes. His breathing remained heavy as he sat in silence. His mind was gone and he was only a puppet of the darkness that clouded his mind.

"We have one more thing to do." The voice hissed as the darkness spoke.

"What is it?" Montie asked eager to please his darkness.

"You must burn your vocal cords." The voice followed its statement with a laugh.

"Yes, because I am something new." Montie said before walking downstairs.

Montie made way to the fireplace and placed the firepoker inside before lighting the fire. He sat and watched as the metal began to turn a bright red. He smiled as the red faded into white. It was something the mesmerized him and captured every sense that was within his mind.

"Now you must swallow it." The voice seemed to grab his mind and began to control his body.

"Yes, master." Montie couldn't stop the words from escaping his body.

His body seemed to move on its own as it picked up the firepoker. A tear left his eye as he felt his mouth open and the heat of the poker entered his mouth. The metal sang as it burned the flesh of his wind pipe. He screamed out dropping the firepoker as coughs roared from his body.

"Your transformation is now complete." The voice followed its statement up with a loud, raspy laugh that seemed to last forever.