Reach

"So close," the voice rang out.

"The boundaries between Good and Evil. Wrong and Right."

The voice is joined by my voice, with a smile. You can't do this to me. Let me out. Hear my scream.

"What shall consume you?

What shall release you?"

Our voices harmonize, weaving in and out. Creating a black web of terror.

Don't make me do this.

'Through blood.

Is it yours?

Is it other's?"

I'm condemning him. I'm killing him. The blood drips from the gash.

My love.

My man.

A chained demon.

"Shall you turn?

Or shall you remain?

Change

or

the Same?"

Do I want you to change? I'm not sure. The blood is meant to release him. Turn him.

I don't want this.

No more pain.

It took me forever to save him, and it's my voice who will claim him for what he truly is.

Don't let your nature get you.

Please.

Nathan.

Please.

The voice continues, trying me against my will. But something snaps. My true thoughts defeat the words spilling out my mouth. The voice quiets, seeing Nathan half changed. Its the voice's power against me. Do I have power?

I must try.

"I came to find you.

Save you from yourself.

And your too far.

But too close.

So Close.

And I'll let you go, if you wish.

And I'll save you, if you want to be saved from this."

My voice shakes, and I put my all to recite my version of the end.

The end of what?

His life.

My life.

This pain.

They are all good answers.

But none are correct.

"And even though I can touch you.

I can let you go.

It's your decision.

Yet, you, you are

So Close."

And nothing ends except my song.

Nothing changes.

Goes along.

Nothing regresses.

Goes to before.

He's cut in half.

He let's out a roar.

He is more twisted, then we first met,

and yet,

I find the strength to approach him.

Hug him, with his bloody, spasm ridden hands.

Which hug lightly, then crush.

The voice hasn't won.

I haven't won.

I lead him, past hallways, doors, to the outside.

Nothing but barren sand.

And I let him run free.

I haven't seen him since.