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Corruption

When we fall asleep, where do we go? 

A fine line between a dream state and a reality, a deep seeded corruption that planted its roots within the Rogue began to manifest into something much more sickening. Parasites require a host, but what might happen to a creature of parasitic nature when it refuses to feed on the very thing that may keep it alive?  Nikklaus awoke drenched in sweat, every limb belonging to him seizing until the bones ached and screamed for relief. His back would arch inward, the heels of his feet pressed deep into the bed as his skull turned, his body following suit after an excruciating pain seared down his spine. The room filled with horrid sounds of a man losing his dinner, but what came out of his belly could hardly be called ‘food’. The substance was thick, like glue; but dark, so black it stained anything it came in contact with. 

Rapid blinking would keep the sting from his eyes at bay as his body lurched off the bed, he heaved until there was nothing more to expel. It wasn’t until he was physically spent that he slumped on the floor, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull briefly. 

When his gaze would find clarity, he was not in the same dimension of the living. Corruption seeped from the cracks in the wall, the whispers that began to taunt him became louder; so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Soon enough, his thoughts weren’t his own. The voice was slick with honey, familiar but laced with scrutiny as it rang louder, more prominent as every syllable became more enticing than the last. With eyes vacant and breath baited, his feet dragged him from the floor and step by step, he followed the siren that sang to him.

Just a second.. his eyes would close, a mere moment, but when they reopened he was wandering aimlessly through a forest so dark. So void of moonlight. The trees dripped in a vile ichor, each drop a crescendo to the mans ears. Every step taken left a ribbon of dark shadow behind, he was consumed. If it wasn’t for the hand that reached out to him, the phantom’s touch that stole his heart, titans knew just how deep the boy would’ve walked into oblivion to sate a hunger he hadn’t realized existed. 

The silhouette of the woman before him was familiar, her heinous eyes were unmistakable; taking her hand was the only salvation in this life and the next. Slender arms raised, serpents of shadow crawling from one silhouette to the next, until they coiled themselves around Nikklaus’ arms. The calming euphoria of the creatures that ached to comfort, to guide, it only lasted mere moments. Forked tongues brought forth chilling, haunted whispers that left every hair on his body standing. When those arms embraced him, phantom hands cradling the boys head to a shadows bosom, the Parasite could finally find his words; desperate and famished.

                                                                                        “Help me.”