Uncharted route

He doesn’t feel himself lately, in fact, he hasn’t been himself for a while. Ever since his innate unknown powers manifested, he felt that he’s not in control. Surely, he’s conscious but his movements were willingly on his own. It felt like he became a puppet of his own thinking. His temperature would shoot up, his body would become upset and he would tremble as if he’s losing his sense of reality.

Alastor cupped the water from the faucet and splashed it on his face to feel himself, the coldness, the reassuring sense of security that he hasn’t lose himself. He felt his face stiffed and hard. The water trickled down on his chin. He plastered his hair as he observed his reflection in the mirror.

He remembered the feeling, the twisting, mind boggling perception at that time – the hotness that shot up and dulled his senses into thinking he had fallen into madness but only to find himself in the darkness.