Touch

I found myself walking down the ever-spiraling corridor, the gravel crunching beneath my bare feet and the roof above my shrouded in black. I knew not which way was right, only which way I could go: down. I heard whispers surrounding me, yet was unable to discern the source. The more I walked, however, the clearer they became.

Join. Completion. Wholeness.

I felt a part of me twinge in fury, wanting me to turn around. As much as I wished to heed it's wantings, I knew the way behind me was already caved in. Steeper and steeper became the trail, forcing my hands to seek out aid from the walls, the cool, shambly, cave-like walls.

Follow. Proceed. Ascension.

My breathing became shallower with each step, causing a piece of me to wonder why I was not panic-stricken, yet I knew the answer: I've been here before. My fingertips pondered at the texture of the walls around me, and asked my eyes to answer for them. 'Twas then I let them recoil in fright.

Fear. Forgetfulness. Cowardice.

The walls had washed away their gravel-face, and instead donned my own, all staring at me with intensity. Constantly moving their mouths at varying degrees, piercing me with their retinas, I continued downward.

Hope. Stupidity. Vanity.

I came to my destination, and found myself at the edge of a large body of water. No, not water, but a black viscous substance I could not readily identify. It was contained in a vast cave, and filled it's every corner with it's content. The walls that held my face grew here still, and smothered the roof of the cave like moss, still muttering their words.

Stare. Become. Be.

I knelt in front of the liquid before me, and could not make out my own reflection. I held my gaze upon it though, and searched within it for answers. I could not tell how much time had flown by, only that at some point, my reflection did grow within. Refusing to blink, I watched it manifest, morph, into me. As if guided by some unknown string, I followed the urge to grasp it. As my fingers on the one hand touched the liquid, however, the reflection was gone, and so was my hand. It followed my skin, climbed up it even, and rapidly pulled me in. I found no willpower to struggle.

Lost. Confused. Wasted.'
I felt the substance wash over me, felt it smother me, and I did not resist. I felt every cool ripple it sent, every arctic-like wave crash over me, and found myself smiling. I opened my eyes, and saw only The Abyss. I allowed it to embrace me.
I looked up and saw the cave had vanished, and was by my lonesome atop a hill from afar, overlooking the World. I felt a part of twinge for that embrace once more, and looked to the Moon for comfort.
I wondered why the world appeared so clear when all the natural Light was gone from me.

Sight

My claws caved at the ground with each bound, lungs filling with intensity and air. Eyes scouring the city for what they craved. My ears alerted me to the roaring of a car engine, allowing my legs to find shelter in a nearby alley. The smell of urine and moss bathed me with the sweet embrace of the night. I felt the sensation of freedom, a surge of power rising through my chest, and I let it loose with a roar.

Feeling safe once more, I crept out of the alley. My alley. Sensing what I desired, I saw it. It walked unaware of my presence, completely oblivious. My fangs showed in the reflection of the street light as I grinned. I let my fury follow It. When It stopped at the step of a door, I let my rage consume me.

My ears couldn't pick up the screaming as I tore out It's throat. My claws ravaged It's flesh, and my fangs cleaved It's bones, with my throat swallowing all the sustenance it could find. The rage inside my chest surged once more, and I let it out with another roar, dispelling rage, fear, and hate. I knew what I was, and I could revel in it.

I heard an odd sound behind me. Caked in blood, I swerved around to find a small child, staring at me. Puzzled by their look, I contemplated why they were not screaming at the sight of me. What could this child be thinking? I allowed my clawed feet to step closer to this wonder. It did not move. Spiraling into confusion, I stepped closer, yet this time breathed onto its face, so they could smell my prey. Still no movement. Enraged by the audacity of this petulant child, I got in close enough to stare into their eyes.

The crystal blue eyes stared back, and despite possible trickery of the light, I could discern my reflection. This child saw only a man, drenched in sweat, not blood. Horrified, I looked back at my prey and saw a boy trying to be a man. Dead, with his blonde hair covering his face, I fought back wanting to scream. I saw the body smiling at me. I turned back to the child, with a deeply confused look, but saw the child had turned into the body I had slain. I could not find the eyes once more, but only the same disturbing smile.

I looked into the palm of my claws to find the answer to my confusion, but saw only flesh. It was then I screamed at my own horror. Screamed at my own realization.