Second Chances

"Well that was boring"

Mort got up abruptly as he looked around all he could see was darkness, and a certain pulse of energy, like a heartbeat.

"Over here, boy"

Turning to face the familiar voice Mort saw two lean silhouettes in the dark.

"You got knocked out" the voice continued to speak answering his unasked question.

"Now you have ten seconds to decide else you will die"

A small screen , shaped like a mirror appeared in the darkness infront of Mort.

As he looked, he noticed he was seeing James swinging a large wind sized blade at his head, getting ready to kill him.

"10"

'Why should I live? I killed people, even though they made my life hell. I am no better'

"9"

Mort felt sick in his stomach recollecting what he did a while ago, the feeling of their faces being crushed by his fists. The stench of blood hitting his nose, the crunching of bones felt by his body parts responsible for them.

And the muffled screams and groans of the boys hurt by him echoed in his ears.

"6"

He wanted to puke out his guts.

"Oi snap out of it brat!! I don't wanna die!"

That psychotic voice!. It was the one that made him do this, but he was at fault for letting himself be played.

His eyes, dead looking as he gazed on his hands, the ones responsible for taking the lives of his abusers.

Regardless of what they did, they were humans.

Yet he was the one that killed them like they were animals. What does that make him?

"A survivor! If you didn't do it, who knows when you will be the dead one!?. Act brat!! If not for yourself for your mother!" The crazy voice yelled at him, panic present in his voice.

"2"

But his mother... No, he can't keep being selfish. He was coming home, even as a monster. He will be the monster that his mother loves, a monster she won't need to know about. The whole city will definitely come for them if this breaks out.

But first..

"1"

"Help me..." He pleaded sounding pathetic, he hated how he sounded, but what choice did he have? These two can help him. But after that, he will never be under anyone's foot again.

"Never thought you'd ask hehe"

the crazy one said his voice now full of cockiness. He begun to make his way to the kneeling Mort, only for the calm voice to stop him.

"Enough, I will take over now"

Stomping his foot like a child the crazy voice whined.

"It's not fairrrr, I was having fun" he began, only to be silenced by the look he got from his counterpart.

"You wasted time, time which we don't have."

Looking in Mort's direction he spoke calmly, almost soothing.

"It's okay child, nothing bad will happen. I will take care of it."

As the blade of wind, silverish in color swung out at the neck of the subdued monster before him, James had a vindictive look on his face.

'For my friends!!!, I'll kill this monster!'

But if wishes were horses, (They aren't though).

A black tendril shot out of Mort's mouth and gripped the wind blade. Stopping it a few inches away from his exposed neck.

The tendrils then swallowed the blade and retracted into his mouth.

Slowly Mort lowered his head and locked eyes with James.

Tilting his head like a controlled puppet he maintained the stare , staring into his soul.

As if sensing the danger, James leaped back, with the other two following his lead a second after.

The rock trap holding Mort in place started shaking, before it blew outwards flying towards James and his two remaining friends who quickly raised elemental barriers of water, earth and wind to block the debris.

Out of the debris shot out multiple black shadowy tendrils, that looked dead yet alive.

Making their way towards the three boys.

James quickly dashed further backwards with the water boy. But the earth boy was not as lucky.

The tendril wrapped around his legs, lifted him up by ten meters and proceeded to slam him hard into the ground forming a crater the shape of his body, not breathing.

As the dust cleared from the slam, the boy's body was mangled, eyes bulged out with blood leaking out of his orifices.

"K-kyle" James couldn't believe what was happening.

Before he could react the water boy was stabbed in the throat by a tendril, which seemed to come out of his own shadow.

'How? What's going on? They can't all be dead... they can't be'

Tears were dripping down his face, he wouldn't want anyone to even see him soft but.. his friends were dead, he doesn't even..

'I can't breath..'

 Mort walked by him, like a shadow phantom, stopping beside him he whispered.

"Any last words?" He asked coldy as he gave him a side eye glance.

"YEAH!! DIE YOU SPAWN FROM HELL!!, HELLFIRE!!"