WandOfEternity

I am the villain. I know few would dispute this fact. For how could they? When one is consumed by fear, fueled by desperation, and blinded by passion? In such a mindset, there is little room to become anything but a monster. Which do not mistake me, I have become one. I hold no delusions about this. The people would speak of me in hushed tones, and even then only under the comforting light of the sun. Once darkness embraced the world there were no words. Only silence, and the knowledge that should one of them speak up, they could disappear into the shadows, forever. There was no room for dissent under my tyranny. It is almost comical to thin

I'm terrified. The room is spinning,  like I'm on a carousel and it won't stop, my inability to move making it worse as the seconds tick by.  I don't know why I can't move, but my eyes aren't listening to me long enough to look. They blink open in a burst, a glimpse of the flames that are engulfing my laboratory flashing before me. My life's work burning before my eyes. A sudden shift of weight directs my thoughts to my chest, as the reason for my inability to move is revealed to me.  One of my assistants, Daniel. He's lying akimbo to my own form, a lump of dead weight against my weakened body. I keep telling my arms to move, but they don't

It is wrong. In fact, it is so many different kinds of wrong he doesn't even know how to even begin. He can see his body, oh god he can see it. He can see the things that no human was ever supposed to see, can see how the arteries are spurting red from broken limbs and mangled bones and oh god there is so much blood... They say he died in a car crash. It takes a few moments to wash over him. The reality of it all. He's dead. Good god he's dead. The depth of it doesn't really hit, he's staring at the car that he died in, like it wasn't real, like he isn't real, and in fact, all of this isn't real. But it is. It's real, he's dead and the