Ket winced in pain and flinched away from the girl's touch, voices in his head hissing in fury.
Kill the girl.
No, kill them all.
Kill. Kill. Kill!
...but...Forra...
YES! Yes Ket, save the girl!
Save. Save. Save!
They can't be trusted.
None of them.
You have to save her.
You can run away, Ket, you can find help for her.
KILL THEM!
He felt fingers creep across his skin, pulling at him this way and that. A pure feeling of torment crushed him from all sides, and a cold swept over him with deadly severity. He strained to open his eyes, to see through the swelling darkness. The girl was still talking to him, but even as he fought to do so he couldn't hear a single word.
Don't fight us, Ket. We can do this together.
It's alright Ket, we're here.
We're here.
We're here.
The darkness burned away more of him, more than his sight; his will. They were clawing at him, ripping away the flesh and bone of his being.
But he fought against the pull, even as the voices tempted him to let go and do as they bid. He sat in frozen silence, the fury of the battle raging within his eyes. He begged the gods that someone would see that he was loosing. His fingers twitched, his nails digging into his own skin in both desperation and agony.
He felt like he was being burned alive; the crackling, cruel flames licking at him from every direction. Then there were teeth, like those of wild beasts, burying themselves within his body. And the cold. Through it all, the cold was the most horrifying. Like a void, there was nothing but black and the immeasurable, unstoppable, raw emptiness. Blood-red tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
He was clinging to the ledge, and he was slipping.
What a shame.
With one final, audible "SNAP!" of something within his pale body, Ket fell.
A hideous, demented laugh burst from his pallid lips, and in a disembodied, puppet-like movement his head snapped to the side. His black eyes locked lifelessly on the hand that rested on his arm, and a horrible, demonic grin spread across his face.
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|[ My post for Conner will come soon. Aiden, I'll send you a copy of the words above in a more readable text; sorry about that. ]|