Chaos

Parallel

My head feels like it's ringing.
How long...?
Was I asleep? It felt like a nice dream.

"Chaos, please listen to me; it's me, Victoria. I-"
No...
no, no, no. You're not Victoria.
They keep evolving, those disgusting clones.
They keep trying to convince me, and every time I kill them, they learn how to make me doubt. They've even changed expressions, signs of sadness, fear, and even anger. Those damned demons.

"Those flowers were beautiful, weren't they? I must've scared you-" she wore the same dress she had that night. No... not 'she,' 'it' was wearing Victoria's dress... I think.

I... I can't tell anymore.

Don't...
don't talk to me, please stop.

"Chaos, I love-"
I've had enough. Enough.
The black sludge erupted from my throat before I collapsed to the floor of bodies, all unidentifiable limbs and pieces of bodies that look like her, smell like her, taste like her.

I can't think,
I can't think.

My body shook so violently that I thought my limbs were trying to pull me apart. They tensed and twitched. I wanted to cry and scream, but my voice was strained and choked, causing only groaning and pathetic squealing to escape.

Victoria is causing me so much pain, she haunts me, she must want me dead too- that's how it should've been. Vic' was worth something in this place- she had someone to return to. I took that from her. It was me, not this organization or the scientists- me. My body and mind are not my own anymore. What am I living for?

The room was bright, but the shadows seeped from my body, destroying those sickeningly bright lights and lashing out indiscriminately like a sharp whip around my convulsing body. I realized I was no longer breathing, and my vision had gotten darker. The black blood that flooded the floors gathered around my body, crawling into my pores and encasing my limbs as I was helpless to stop it.

Make it stop- please, just stop.
I've had enough, I can't-
Just kill me.
Please! Just kill me!
The dark blood then finally drowned me into oblivion.

The reason they can't kill me must be because I'm already dead.
This is Hell.

Hmmm...
"Chaos?"
So it wasn't a dream? Or... it was.

Of course, it was.

This is... the hotel.

Lucille.
I sat upright immediately, not fully understanding what was going on; there were three bodies and lots of blood here, but it was... clean?
No, I'm in a different room now.
And someone just called my name, who...

Ugh.
"Are you feeling better?"
The tall, ancient vampire still held my left hand. I jerked my hand from his grasp, even though the warmth had comforted me while I was lucid. I don't recall how I undergo mutations, I only remember that they start with a seizure and end with lucid memories. I can't recall what his name was right now, but I knew he was my father and that he was an awkward brute.

More importantly, Lucille.
She's... she's dead already, isn't she?

I feel as if my entire body is hurting, as if I were on fire. That horrifying thought flooded all reasonable notions, suffocating me completely. I clutched my chest tightly with my fist, almost willing the pain to stop. Groaning, I hunched over and pounded my chest with a single fist.  

I have to calm down, or I'll faint again. I can already feel the cold sweat gathering at my brow and neck. But this sudden dizziness... I can't faint again, I can't be weak now- not now.

Despite my hatred for my father, I let him hold me, applying pressure all around my body with my knees up to my chest. If I'd kept it up, I was going to break my own ribs, but the way he was holding me was doing just about the same, pinning my arms and legs to keep me from hurting myself.