There used to be a time when I believed in fantasy and fairytales like they were just another part of our world, but that was when I was young and gullible. Who knew one day as an adult I'd be experiencing the same feelings I once had when I also thought mermaids and witches were real?

But this wasn't fantasy, it was real. And darkness ran through my veins, emptying out the good and filling me up with evil. I was conscious, but every second that passed made me feel closer to oblivion.

Everything was quiet, the only thing I heard was the slow beating of my heart and the muffled voice of my husband as he carried me away. But in that silence was a shadow just waiting to explode like thunder.

Nick was taking me to them. Somehow, I felt like they weren't going to be able to help. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I was too weak. The only time I opened my mouth was to reject more black liquid. Eventually it stopped, but by then I was already in too deep in the sickness to really matter.

My eyes fluttered open as he laid me on the back seat of our car. I watched the window over me as he drove away quickly. Everything was slightly blurry, lights were bubbles of colors moving by fast. It was kind of peaceful.

I loved Nick because he was fearless, no matter what kind of mystery he faced being with me, he was always strong. I knew it was hard for him sometimes, but he refused to let it get to him. Being with someone who knew what you were thinking was also a difficult thing to cope with, but it made him feel closer to me, because he was never a man of words and feelings were always hard for him to express. I could just look into his eyes and know exactly what he was feeling, and it was always unconditional love.

Thinking about our memories hurt, like the longer I did the harder it was to keep my mind on it, like slowly and painfully it was all slipping away.

I moaned and wriggled on the back seat, the darkness inside me squeezing every part of me. I felt little bugs crawling over my body but I saw nothing. It drove me to tears and I shuddered at the tickling sensation of tiny legs.

The car stopped and I saw the familiar building through the window. It was dark outside. The lights in the building were also off, something that I had never seen. For as long as I knew them, they had never shut their building off completely. I knew that was the case when Nick had gotten out and returned almost immediately yelling in frustration at his phone.

I heard a door open and close, followed by voices. Nick was arguing with someone.

"You need to help her!"

"Where is she? Let me take a look at her."

The car door I faced opened and I stared back at an old woman who crouched down to look at the black liquid drying on my mouth. She asked strange questions, but none of them about what had happened to me. I wanted to speak but I couldn't, not because I had zero energy, but something was keeping my lips sealed.

"I don't know what to do, there's something wrong with her."

The old lady slowly stood straight and looked at Nick. "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Have you heard of the term psychronic?" He shook his head. "It's a disease. She went in too far and now she's going to pay. She'll die soon."

"What? Where are you going?!"

"I can't help you, please go away."

The lady went back into the building and locked the doors. I could see Nick pounding on the door, looking through the glass screen of the door and yelling profanity at the woman.

"H-home," I stuttered as he walked back to me.

"Yeah, we'll go home."

The drive back felt slow. Nick hadn't driven with the same adrenaline he had when he tried to take me to them to help me. Now he had no hope, he was quiet the entire ride, he hadn't even looked at me. He was fearful.

He took me inside our home, walking through the kitchen so I wouldn't see the dead body if he had gone through the other hall. I squeezed his chest and shook my head when he looked down at me.

"Take . . . me."

"I don't want you to look."

"I . . . need to."

He understood. He took me back without question and slowly walked through the dark hall that led to the library. He looked down as he stepped inside and very gently placed me down next to the body.

There were bones poking out of Chester's flesh, he was literally broken. I had done this, I had killed a man. It was an accident, but I knew no one would believe me.

I touched his forehead. It was cold, but his mind and soul were intact.

Flashes of the truth burned in my mind. I saw his past and what would have been his future if he lived. Nothing about it was good. He wasn't good. He had done this many times to other psychics. He was paid by the leaders to kill us. I was becoming comfortable with who I was, thus gaining imaginable powers that not many other psychics could obtain. They felt threatened by me so they sent Chester to infect me with a disease. The disease belonged to a demon called Venemors. He was a demon of poison and disease.

And suddenly it all made sense to me. The people who controlled me weren't good, they weren't doing this to help people. It was all for profit. They made a ton of money and it gave them a lot of power. But sometimes one of us would slip through their tainted fingers and become a liability.

I was in the way so they decided to kill me.

One thing they didn't know that Chester somehow hid from them was his own plan. His plan to bring Venemor into our world to spread a plague that would kill millions, maybe billions of lives. And he was successful, Venemor laid in me.

"RUN, NICK! THE DEMON KNOWS THAT I KNOW, RUN!" I screamed.

I began to lose control of my body. I vomited more black and when I stopped, I wasn't me anymore. My hands came up to touch my face, but I wasn't the one doing it. I grabbed a piece of glass from the floor and held it up to look at my face. My eyes were white and I could see myself slowly changing.

All I could do was watch. I was trapped in my own body.

My limbs acted strange and twitchy as I slowly got up on my feet. Nick watched in horror as he noticed the visible changes in my appearance. I wanted so badly to scream. I had to believe that Nick was smarter than this. He had to know it wasn't me anymore.

And he did.

He ran as fast as he could while looking back at me. He knew I was still inside.

"Where do you run to?" my voice asked.

Venemor followed Nick, but stumbled over my human limbs. I could sense that he wanted to kill Nick. His feelings were anything but human. Infact, I could feel everything he felt and I had never sensed anything like this before. It was power and death, evil and destruction. There was nothing else.

Nick escaped in his car and was far away by the time Venemor walked out of the house. But the demon was changing my body and I believed that once the transformation was complete, I would be gone forever.

The demon spent maybe an hour adjusting my appearance so that it wouldn't have trouble moving in this world. It walked faster now and it headed into the forest beside our home. As soon as it walked through the shadow of two large trees, we disappeared and appeared in front of the building where my leaders worked.

The lights were on now and it looked like a normal busy night. They thought I was dead now.

I thought back at all the moments I had in this building and multiple others across the states. I had many fond memories with other psychics and leaders. They had been so kind to me, but everything they taught me was a lie and it was their way to guarantee they stayed in power.

For a moment I thought Venemor wanted some kind of revenge, but they had done nothing to him. He was here because Nick was here, his car was parked outside.

I could hear everything inside like I was the one with the power of the demon, but we were connected, for the time being we were one. I listened closely, learning that Nick's mind had been wiped by them to protect everyone. He came here and told them what happened, so they were expecting Venemor.

Nick didn't know who I was anymore.

Venemor ran through the front door, screeching loudly. He didn't want revenge, he wanted to be left alone. But everyone in the building knew that he was on our world now and it threatened him. He drained the energy from every electrical device in the building, sending it into darkness.

When people left their rooms thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, Venemor launched himself at them and ripped their bodies apart. I watched in horror as my own hands tore through flesh and bones, feeling the warm blood drip from my fingertips. For a second while he was killing, Venemor looked at a nearby mirror and I saw how much I had truly changed. I looked like him now.

People screamed and ran, but their human lives were nothing to Venemor. He killed them all, some he injected with a venom that came from my new set of teeth and watched them slowly burn from the inside out.

Venemor noticed a fire axe on the wall and shattered the glass with my fists. He took it and headed up the stairs to the second floor where he released a mist of poison from my mouth that killed everything it touched.

Then on the third floor, I saw Nick. He knew it was me the second his eyes laid on the horrific creature. He knew it was me. He was pretending he didn't know anything but he knew. I couldn't explain how or why but he was okay.

Venemor threw the fire axe. It hit Nick right between his eyes, splitting his face in half. The demon crawled towards the body and he made me watch as he ripped the rest of his head off and bit off his arms and part of his skin.

Trapped in my own body, I couldn't run. I couldn't have saved him. I wanted to scream and beg but it was no use. My own hands played with my husband's blood. My dead husband.

This was the beginning of the end. I wasn't taught how to defend myself from the supernatural, I was only taught how to make more money. They could have raised us to be soldiers who protected our world, instead they were going to pay for the consequences of their actions. They were going to die.

But this was not who I was, I couldn't let my body be used for evil. I wasn't taught much, but I knew one thing that could be of use to me one last time before I died.

It should have been impossible, but I opened my third eye. I could feel it cleansing my body, rejecting the demon out, but it fought hard. I couldn't send it back to where it came from without sending myself with it.

I had nothing left in this world. I had no choice if I wanted to save this world from this creature. I accepted my fate. I let the eye take full control of me. A black hole opened in front of me, it was loud and electrifying. There were tentacles and other creatures trying to escape through it, but instead they grabbed onto my body and dragged me. The demon screamed and tried to free itself from the grasp of the monsters, but it wasn't strong enough. We were both dragged into the black hole where we fell and spun and twisted until we reached the familiar place I always knew.

The realm of the dead.

I hadn't died naturally, I was going to be stuck in this world forever with the demon. And because I stopped him from killing everyone else, I vowed to protect my fellow brothers and sisters by warning them about our leaders. This wasn't going to stop them, it was only going to make them more careful. But with my help on this side, I could help every psychic that entered my new world.