I have decided to cut this chapter in half. I might upload the next chapter tomorrow.
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Drake's point of view-

Grayson looked a bit shocked over his new discovery. The Order...the ones that protected the dragon egg for centuries was wiped out by the army that he commanded. At first I did not really know why he looked so surprised and made it a big deal, but then I realized...if he had not commanded that army, then there might have been a slim chance that the magi would have won. If the magi won that war, then the emperor never would have gotten the dragon egg, therefore Grayson never would have taken it...and his family would still be alive.
I put my hands into my pockets, still feeling a bit strange with the new clothing I wore. I could already feel my sweat from my illness seeping into the cloth, the feeling only slightly bothersome since I have had time to adjust to the feeling. My body started to burn more and my trembling resumed. My mouth burned and felt dry. My fever was coming up again, bringing pain into my body. I attempted to ignore it and focus on my companions. My head shook as I returned my attention to Grayson. I tried to collect a bit of saliva in my mouth before I spoke, attempting to get rid of the dry feeling on my tongue.

  "Well...it's nice to learn some history, I suppose." I chuckled nervously.

Grayson closed the book, and swallowed a lump in his throat as he put it away. "Yeah...but... That's a lot for me to take in. I mean..." I could almost see tears welling up in his eyes, coming to the same conclusion that I had.

Isn't that unfortunate..?

You know, he never would have been though all of this pain and sorrow if you had never abandoned him when Armen died. His pain is...

"All my fault... I know." I mumbled, gaining the others attention but what I said must not have been clear enough, thankfully.

  We have been over this... I do not like being interrupted!

I screamed as I was hit by a splitting headache, causing everyone to jump in surprise. My chest and stomach were filled with a heavy pressure. My legs began to trembled beneath myself until they gave out, letting me fall to my sore, bruised knees. My arm rose up, covering my mouth as I started hacking violently until my throat felt as if it were being cut with shards of glass. I coughed until I could no longer breathe, removing my arm and gasping as my eyes teared up.
I gasped until I felt another wave of pressure rush upwards through my body. I gagged as I felt something rise in my chest and throat, leaning over and opening my mouth as blood, saliva and what little food I had left in my pour out from my stomach. Eventually my stomach was empty, my insides clenching and seizing futility. I sat backed up, gasping with tears in my eyes and burning heat rising in my face.
I looked down into the puddle of blood on the ground before me, barely able to see my reflection in red from my white blurry eyesight. I rubbed my eyes in attempt to clear them, able to get rid of the tears but the impairing blurring remained. I was light headed, my lungs gasping and wheezing until I was no longer dizzy and feeling as if I was going to pass out. I growled, looking down at my sleeve to see red now staining my brand new grey and black clothing.

"Aw man... I just got this!" I complained before letting out a sigh. "Oh well. It was bound to happen at some point or another."

Grayson approached me, patting my back before grabbing my arm and helping me back up to my shaking and swaying feet. The blonde asked if I was alright, to which I replied that I was fine, despite knowing that I was not. I suppose that we both should have known that I would mutter out that lie like I always did. I hesitantly lifted up my arm, taking a moment to look down at my new glove before finally wiping the blood away from my lips, smearing the red across the dark grey.

He shook his head. "The past does not matter. Right now we just have to focus on the present and helping Drake. Alright, so everyone spread out again. There has to be something here that will help us out. Check the walls to be sure that we are not missing anything."

They nodded and agreed. Everyone then began to spread out, picking different sections of the place to cover. Grayson held my arm for a minute or two until I pushed him back and decided to stand on my own. Lalea came over to my other side, gripping my other arm just to be sure. She kept her hood down, seeming to have taken it to heart when I told her that she looked beautiful with her hood down. I really liked being able to see more of her glossy, smooth lapis blue hair, but with her hood on or off, she was no less gorgeous or stunning. I smiled and chuckled before coughing specks of blood into my fist.

"Drake, are you okay? Do you feel like you're going to pass out?" She asked.

I gasped as I answered. "No... I'm a light headed but I'll stay conscious...for now at least."

She only exchanged a concerned gaze. Anger, annoyance and hatred sparked within me at the sight of that look; those eyes were beautiful, but that look... I growled and snarled at it but I do not think that she knew that it was gestured towards her, most likely only believing that I was growling in pain. I shook my head and bit my lip in hopes that the anger and annoyance would fade.

Don't try to resist. Let your anger take hold...

Lalea spoke to Grayson as she put my arm over her shoulder to help keep me upright. It was a bit of an irritation but I felt too weak to fight back and pull away. "Drake and I will go to the back of the room. There has to be something back there."

Grayson nodded. "Alright. I was going search back there as well, since it's the last place we have to search. Other than that, there seems to be another large room or a corridor back there. There seems to be another stairwell to the upper floor so you guys can check out the right side of the top floor and I'll investigate the left. Sound good?"

I was struggling to catch my breath, closing my heavy, burning eyes as I lowered my head. "Y-yeah...sounds g-good." My irritation worsened as my stuttering finally resumed.

Lalea commented on my stuttering, and this time around I did work up enough strength to pull myself away from her. I was in no mood for speaking of my condition. Eventually I did pull my arm away from her, then I began to walk ahead of them as Lalea and Grayson followed behind. I could tell that they were aware of my sudden shift in mood, but I could not care less. I tugged on my hood and took in warm deep breaths, not only to calm myself down but to attempt to regain my breath. My lungs were aching and I felt as if I was not breathing properly.
I was growing dizzy, eventually needing to stop and lean against the side of a bookshelf for support. My head was pounding with my heartbeat thumping in my skull. I was gasping and wheezing, my eyes watering from lack of oxygen as I started coughing. I slid down until I was on my knees, attempting to get air back into my lungs after each cough my lungs squeezed out. With my blurred vision, I was able to see the specks of red and crimson strands of saliva. I started to throw up, my empty stomach trying to get rid of content that it did not have. All that left was blood and choked up gasps of air.
Lalea came to my side and helped me to my feet, but I gently pushed her away. I gasped until my light headed feeling eventually passed. My chest was still in pain but I at least able to breathe again.

"I'm f-fine... I-I'll b-be fine." I gasped out another lie.

Liar.

Monster.

Murderer.

I shook my head until all I heard was indistinguishable deep mumbling. Please don't start that again. Not again...

Weak.

Failure.

Nothing.

I wiped away the thick liquid off of my lips and chin, taking in a deep breath of air. I looked back at both Grayson and Lalea, seeing worry in both of their eyes. Lalea's blue eyes were tearing up. I began to feel guilty for making them worry, but despite my foul mood and guilt, I forced on a smile and chuckled in hopes of lifting their spirits. Grayson did smile back, but only for a split moment. My smile dropped before I turned around and continued on, none of us speaking another word until we reached the spiral staircase.
...

Like the other rooms, this one was filled with magic items, with a shelf against the wall that held potions and small magical artifacts. There was a stand with a bright set of white armor in the far left corner, decorated in gold with a diamond on the helmet, one in the middle of the waistline, and one central to the chest. There was a small alter on the left side of the room, a deep scarlet red and decorated with gold. A talisman rested above, which Lalea was now messing with in attempt to figure out what it did.

"You probably should not mess with that up here. You don't know what it's capable of." I warned her as I took a potion off of the shelf and read the label, 'Brew of Erosion'. Nothing of use.

I was thankfully was feeling better than I had been a few minutes ago, both mentally and health-wise. My aching fever was still causing my body to shake and burn my skin, which was usually irritating but I had grown used to it long ago. Lalea listened to my warning after a moment of thought, placing the relic back into it's place before stepping away from it. She walked over to me, looking over my shoulder as her eyes examined more of the shelves contents. I stepped aside so she could get a better view.
There was a sleeping potion, night vision potions, a love potion, and many others. There was even one that allowed you to breathe underwater, but I already had a disliking for water, even if I could still breathe in it. There was a wand that helped channel mana but when Lalea suggested that I use it, I declined. There were small figurines that I had no clue what were capable of, stone tablets, scrolls, and jewels.
My eyes scanned the room, looking at two tapestries by the doorway. Now that I thought about it, those exact same tapestries were by every doorway if I recalled correctly. They were long red clothes that were wearing down with age, string dangling here and there as it slowly decayed. Against the deep red were pictures of dragons in golden string. In front of the dragon images were open books that looked to either be on fire or had magical auras rising from it's pages. I assumed that it was the symbol for the Order before the empire unfortunately wiped them out.
I was twitching and began to fidget as my skin began to feel like it was crawling. Like hundreds of spiders crawling up my limbs. I started scratching at my cloth covered skin, my eyes fixated as my covered fingernails tried desperately to scratch the tingling sensation away.

"Drake, what are you doing?" Lalea's voice snapped me out of my almost trancelike state.

My head turned to face her as I lowered my arms back down to my sides. "Sorry, just...it itches."

The tingling feeling began to slowly fade, but my spine still shivered. She seemed to accept the excuse and reluctantly turned her attention away from me. When she was not facing me, I resumed my irritating twitching but I only twitched one more time. I growled and rubbed the area of the sore aching in the back of my neck.
I spun around on my heels and walked over to one of the chests. I kneeled down, opening it and searching through. Immediately my eyes grew as they rested on a shining, dusty sword. I reached in, letting my fingers wrap around the metal handle and pulled it out of the chest, my eyes examining a bright diamond blade. The blue glimmered, showing my reflection as I wiped away the dust without worry or care as to if I got myself cut or not. The blade was slim and sharp, looking as if it had hardly ever been used. I saw a few scratches here and there but there was nearly enough that it could have been used more than a few times. There were not even any signs of old bloodstains tainting the diamond.

  "This looks nice! Don't you think, love?" I looked over my shoulder, a smile returning to my sore cheeks.

She turned around, eyes bright and wondrous. She smiled, showing her bright pearly white teeth. She walked up to me, looking down at the sword as I messed with it. She stepped back as I swung it, but I did not do so forcefully and only to feel the sensation. I saw it blur and heard a swishing sound as I waved it, feeling satisfactory. It was light, which was preferable for battle. I found a pleasure in holding the weapon in my grasp, feeling powerful, but was brought back to reality as Lalea nervously laughed.

  Cut her into tiny pieces...

"Be careful with that thing!" She jumped back as I swung the blade yet another time, following another.

I blinked and chuckled as I scratched behind my head as I finally got my shaking arm to stop brandishing. "Right. I'm sorry. I just got a bit carried away for moment."

She walked closer, not seeming bothered nor being cautious. Her eyes scanned over the weapon, taking in it's detail. She lifted up her arm and traced her fingers along the smooth surface of the diamond, being sure that her skin did not touch the sharp edges. Her head nodded as she looked back up.

"This seems nice! It has a magical signature too, so...you should keep it!" She pointed. "And right there is a moonstone, so that just makes it even more valuable!"

I looked down at the sword again, my eyes moving down to examine the Quillon block, which was above the handle. In the center was a bright stone the hue of white and light blue, with a bit of purple depending on which angle you held it to the light at. I remembered hearing stories about those little gems; myths that they actually came from space. Of course I did not really believe that tale but I knew that moonstone gems had powerful magic, as did many different types of stone and minerals.

I looked up as I heard Mia's light voice, spotting her figure turning the corner. "You know, moonstones are said to be able to bind lovers so they are always attracted to each other, and they are said to bring good emotions to whoever holds it."

She turned and entered the room, Nathan following behind her. I smiled, putting the blade into the sheath by my side. "Well then, I should find Lalea one." I saw her blush.

  I think I found a nice ring or two with moonstones on them earlier.

  "How do you know about that anyway?" I asked with a slight shrug.

She put a hand on her hip and lowered a brow as if asking why I did not already know. "Well, I am an archaeologist after all. I know my stones."

Nathan stepped forward, taking off a pendent that he had around his neck. He handed it over to me, asking if I could read the back for him. I first examined the font, admiring the coloration of the smooth stone.

I turned it over and read the inscription engraved into the golden backside. "'This familiar will be bound to whoever wears this pendant. The spirit of protection will aid the wearer whenever they are summoned.' That sounds cool! It's the first time that I've heard of a spirit familiar."

Nathan took it back, smiling as he looked down at it before putting the chain back around his neck. For a moment there was silence, until my ears perked up at the sound of a female voice calling out. It sounded like Endy, and was most likely since she was the only female other than Jane that was not present before us. Lalea commented that she must have found something, before she, Mia, and Nathan turned around and began to leave the room. I sheathed my blade, happy about the lucky find.
Once they were out of sight, I turned my head and looked over to one of the shelves. My eyes moved up to the top shelf, resting on a small golden box that resembled a jewelry box. It was decorated with images of vines and swirls, standing of four small legs. I approached it, easily able to reach up and grab the chest without a problem. I pulled it off of the shelf, leaving small squares of clean dark wood where the legs had become surrounded by dust over the years. I blow the dust away before opening it up with an irritating squeak causing my ears to ring for a moment.
I looked down at two rings that rested on a velvet cushion shoved into the box. That is where I had seen the moonstones... There were two identical rings resting there, one slightly on top of the other. The center stones were small white pearly gems like the one on my sword, with the traditional shank a bright gold and the prong had a few tiny diamonds on each side. I took them in hand, smiling as I thought of how beautiful they were and how much Lalea would appreciate it. She'd probably cry from joy again! I chuckled. Perhaps I could save them for if I drop the big question? ... I don't know. Am I even going to live long enough to see that wonderful day?

  "Drake, are you coming? You're not having any episodes or anything right?" I jumped at Lalea's voice.

My fists clenched around the rings, my fingers pressing them against my palm. My blood was rushing from being surprised like that. At least it was no hallucination, at least it did not seem to be. I took in a few deep breaths as I turned around to face her, trying to diminish my own panic. I opened the pouch on my belt and snuck the rings into it in hopes that she did not see. I wanted it to be a surprise.

"No, I'm okay. I just got distracted is all, but nothing to worry about." I said with a smile as I closed the box and put it back onto its place upon the shelf.

She waved her arm and gestured for me to come, telling me that the others were waiting. I walked over, noticing that she did not retract her hand which made me believe that she was waiting for me to place my hand against her own. I did so, gently grabbing her hand and feeling as her fingers wrapped around my own hand and began to pull me along.
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Third person point of view-

Endy gazed into the mirror, eyes fixated on the reflective glass. She saw not what was in reality, where others and herself would only see what was going in the present around them. She stood alone, yet in that glass she others whom were happy and loving towards her; people that she loved dear. In that cold room, she stood alone, but gazing into that mirror made her happy and comforted. It did not reflect the inverted present, but instead reflected what she felt in her hear; showed to her what she desired more than anything in the world.
She watched as the image in the shining silvery mirror began morph, showing her things that she knew were not true. There she stood with Xavier, his arm reaching around her and gently grabbing her side like couples do. She saw herself with Lalea and Drake, all happy and enjoying life. Her own image moved, showing herself and Xavier joyfully playing around with Jane and making her smile. Despite that it was only images that the mirror stripped from the mind and heart, Endy could almost hear the little girl's laughter.

  "Endy, did you call for us?" The female Mage spun around as she hear the other female Mage approach from behind.

They were away from where they had previously been, now turned down a corridor with two long rows of books on the left and right sides of the walls that faced towards them. More magical lanterns hung from the stone arched ceiling, casting light down to be rid of the dark shadows. Although books were not all that the corridor held in store. There were chests, ancient artifacts, tapestries on the walls, and of course this bizarre mirror that reflected ones heart.

The raven smiled as she stepped forward towards them. Her eyes were bright as she smiled, her racing heart pounding within her frail chest but not of fear. "Guys, you have to see this! It's awesome!"

Grayson, who made his way to Drake's right side, spoke up with a bit of anger or frustration hidden in his tone. "I better have something to do with our situation, because I'm getting p***ed that we are not getting any closer to solving our problems!"

He took in a deep breath, relaxing himself. He apologized, stating that he was becoming stressed with everything. Drake patted his back for a moment until the blonde male commented that he expected Xavier to scold him for swearing. Then he realized that Xavier and his little girl were not within their group at the time.

"Where's Xavier and Jane? I thought that they were with you, Endy?" He questioned.

Endy crossed her hands in front of herself, her head slightly moving to allow her eyes to wander. Jane was moving slowly as she searched around at everything, seeming to be becoming bored, but boardroom was not the issue. Endy's normal violet and milky-violet eyes rested on the many lined bookshelves, but her gaze rest on the first few. Xavier sat there with his knees bent and right arm arm above his right knee. He was looking down at his hand as his other hand fiddled with the other. His baggy green eyes were wide as if he was in deep thought. Upon closer inspection, what he messed with on his hand was a plain golden ring; his wedding ring. He twisted it left and right, almost looking as if he was in a trance.

Nathan looked at him, turning his attention back to the girl in purple and black. "Um, no offense to him, but what wrong with him?"

Endy swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her head. "I don't know...this mirror. He saw something in it that left him pretty shaken up."

Drake took a step forward. "The mirror? Care to elaborate on why exactly you assume that?"

She turned and looked at the mirror, now seeing theirs as well as her own reflection as normal. As if the glass was just another old, ordinary mirror. Endy rubbed her arm, replying that it showed her strange images that appeared to manifest whatever the person looking straight on at the mirror desired most within their hearts. Mia jumped up and down excited to give it a try. The elf approached the mirror that was long in width, with it's frame designed to have the appearance of warping branches with leaves sticking out here and there.
Mia gazed into the mirror, her lime green eyes bright with wonder, her body filling with anticipation. Her body grew still as she saw the image warp, now showing her with all of her friends, and even her sister whom she had lost twice now. Drake's eyes were normal, his ender eye back to it's purple and magenta colors and his left eye with a black pupil and deep blue iris, his body clean of blood and scars. They all looked so healthy and more importantly...they all seemed happy.
Mia blinked, stepping back as she was pushed back into reality. She had to look around the room just to recall what was going on. For a short moment she was dizzy on her feet but was quick to recover.

She turned around with a bright grin. "Dudes, this is amazing!"

The ex-commander asked, "What did you see? I couldn't see anything other than our reflections."

"Just try it! Just look into it and focus."

Grayson pushed everyone aside and approached the mirror, even pushing the elf in pink off to the side. "Me next! Me next!"

He stepped forward and allowed himself to gaze at his own reflection, blinking as he saw everything shift, figures forming beside him. His eyes widened, for a few long seconds he forgot his need to breathe. His mind got so wrapped into the image that he did not notice the tears forming within his emerald eyes. In the materialization before him, Clara stood by his side, cradling little R.J in her warm arms. Grayson almost lifted up his arm to place it against her figure on the glass, but he remained frozen in place.

  "Clar..." He mumbled out.

Then another image appeared, Drake materializing within the mirror by his other side. He was happy and cheerful, his scars gone and cut Enderman ear restored. His eyes were as they were before he merged a part of Herobrine with himself, both orbs bright with not a single glint of sorrow or guilt. Then there were two faint figures in the background, appearing ghostlike. All Grayson could make out was that one had on armor on while the other had dark hair. Grayson smiled, wiping his eyes as the image reverted back to normal. He stepped back, sniffing with the knowledge that he could not hide that fact that he had shed tears.

Drake stepped forward, reaching out a hand to held his friend. I was not like Grayson to cry. "Grayson, are you alright? What did you see?"

The blonde lowered his arms, a tiny grin perking up on the corners of his lips. "I saw my wife and son...I saw you...healthy and...you looked like you were enjoying life."

Xavier looked up for a moment at the mention of Grayson's deceased lover. They both had lost their betrothed, and both had seen them within the glass.
Drake looked back over to the mirror, then back to his friend. This mirror showed ones greatest desires, correct? So Grayson's greatest desire was his family, of course, but also for him to be happy? Really it was no surprise. With all of the pep talking that Grayson had given him this past...what was it, two weeks? He knew that Grayson had a need to redeem him from da*nation. Mia started a chant, telling Drake to go look into the mirror. Lalea joined, then Nathan and Endy. Grayson was reluctant to, already having a guess at what Drake would see.

Drake his eyes, his hands going into his pockets. "Quit that! Alright, I'll go look!"

It will do you more harm than good.

It was already too late. The hybrid was already standing in front of the mirror, gazing at his reflection. He hated the site of himself even before the image changed. He hated looking into his own eyes, sicken by their lack of color. Mainly he hated the monster looking back at him...the murdering, worthless tool. Just himself...
His back straightened as the image morphed, figures slowly beginning to appear beside his own body. There was Grayson, Mia, and everyone that was with him in that very room. Lalea stood next to him, nuzzling up against him in a loving way to express affection. She wore the necklace that he had given her, and the ring that he would soon give her. Then...not to his surprise, there was Armen. He did not look broken or saddened or angry. He looked just the way that he once saw him as being; that bright, childish, optimistic kid that always knew what to do and say to make the worse situations better. Drake's eyes filled with tears as he bit his lip.
Then everything shifted once more. The glass became dark red with fire erupting from the bottom of the glass. The images of the people he cared for vanished as the glass around them cracked. Drake gasped and stepped back, looking at his new, distorted reflection. A devious grin was plastered onto his face. His skin, hair, and clothing were covered with crimson blood. He could almost hear the screaming... The reflections eyes were bright like the moon and even whiter than the moon itself.

  This is your desire...

Drake stepped back, beginning to hyperventilate as his body was consumed with fear. His heart raced so fast that his chest that it felt like it would burst, not that his staggered breathing did not make his chest ache enough. He was filled with panic, his fists tightly clenching. His reflection spoke, only Herobrine's menacing voice escaping past it's lips.

  This your fate...and you can not cheat fate, Drake.

Everyone screamed as Drake's fist rose up and slammed into the glass. The glass shattered but remained in its place as the loud breaking sound echoed throughout the massive corridor. If not for his new gloves, the back of his fingers would be bleeding. He huffed, eyes locked onto the broken glass as his reflection went back to normal, but voices in his head whispered as if he were in a massive crowd where everyone was speaking at once, not allowing him to grasp a single word. The only thing he did understand, were words he'd rather live without.

You're going to kill them.

Mia screamed, at first not entirely grasping the serious issue before them. "You just destroyed a priceless artifact! Do you realize what you've...Drake?" She finally became aware of Drake's frozen, panicked form.

Drake's body began to fill with intense pain. He screamed until he fell to his knees, his head and arms resting against the wall. He was breathing fast and heavily, tears of agony dripping from his eyes. Grayson stepped forward with his arms out, trying to calm the situation down.

  "Drake, just take a deep breath and relax, I-"

The hybrid cut him off with a scream filled with pain. "Take a deep breath and relax?! My lungs feel like they're being f***ing ripped out!"

He flipped himself over, resting his back up against the stone wall. He tried to support his own body weight in an attempt to stand, but inevitably failed. His back hit the wall, a hiss escaping from past his gritting teeth. His hand shot up and grabbed at a piece of his shirt that covered his chest. He gasped in pain, tears rolling down and staining his face, dripping onto his clothes. He screamed again, his head pounding so much that he wished that he would just pass out already.
His vision blurred and became a bit more white. He was still able to see, but it made his eyes hurt.

  This pain that you are feeling, they will feel it too if you do not do something. Do you want them to suffer?

  "N-no..." He gasped out, drool and blood leaking from the corners of his lips.

  Then end their pain. Save them Drake. I promise you that they will go somewhere better where they will not have to feel pain of sorrow anymore. You can save them.

  "I won't! I won't! I won't!" He began to pull at his hair until strands were ripped away from his scalp. His pounding head was filled with the sound of laughter.

Do you really think that they love you? That they care about you? Look at all that you've done; everything that you have put them through!

  If you can not kill them, then kill yourself. They will not miss you. Or I could just kill them for you!

Drake looked up as Lalea began to cautiously approach him. She reached out her arm, saying soothing words but none of them get through to the hybrid who laid in withering physical and emotional agony. He clawed at the ground, his twitching fingers longing to wrap around something.

  She does not love you, neither does the rest of those pathetic good-for-nothing people that you call "family". They have all just taken pity on you. You know that deep down...

Drake's anger suddenly sparks, instantly growing like a raging wildfire within his mind. He did not know why he felt so enraged, but he did not care in any way, shape, or form. Anger that had been bottled up inside of himself strived to be released. He was filled with hatred and rage that he needed to quench, and only by giving into his own fury would he be satisfied.
The hybrid began to laugh loudly, the chaotic sound sending shivers through the bodies of everyone around. Lalea was about to speak back, but she had too little time to react before Drake's hand shot up and let his fingers wrap around her neck. He forcefully turned her, slamming her body against the wall and glass, now finally letting the shards fall and scatter across the carpet in thousands of small fragments. The girl tried to scream in terror and pain, but her airways were cut up as Drake's hand tightened around her throat.
She opened her eyes as she clawed at her love's arms and hands in hopes that he would release her, but her attempts were in vain. Saliva began to roll down from her mouth, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. Her head spun, growing dizzy and light headed. Her vision clouded with spots, but she was still able to make out Drake's face. His eyes were not glowing... he was in control of himself...he was in control over what he was doing.
His other arm raised up and was pressed against her forehead. His palm began to glow in white light with a barely noticeable hint of blue and purple. Lalea screamed as a burning pain filled her body. Her mana... he was draining it from her body.

"Drake, stop!" Grayson screamed, charging over to the mad hybrid.

Drake released Lalea, letting her carelessly drop to the floor. She took in a deep breath, gasping for air. She fell onto her side, coughing violently as her lungs sucked in air. She felt like she was going to pass out, resting on the edge of unconsciousness.
Drake turned around, his eyes dead, but still himself. His eyes then suddenly shot open, going going from dead eyes to ones that were wide with insanity. Grayson pulled out his sword, hesitant on making the fist move.

"I-I don't want to hurt you..."

Drake's neck twitched. "You sh-should..."

That tone in his voice. It unnerved him, sending a chill throughout his body. It cracked, or more like the complete opposite of that; getting deeper instead of lighter. It was Herobrine's voice, but unlike when Drake was possessed, Drake's own deep voice was the dominant one. Grayson's heart pounded in his throat but he kept his stance.
In a sudden blur, Grayson felt himself get forcefully pushed to the hard ground. He barely had time to scream in pain before his face was filled with agonizing pain, feeling as Drake repeatedly slammed his fist against him. The hybrid forcefully punched Grayson, so blind with rage that he did not care about what he was doing or bother to give his actions a second thought. Other than the rage and pleasure in hurting others, he was numb.
Grayson kicked and squirmed with Drake on top of him, trying to thrash about but the hybrid's balled up fists kept repeatedly coming down, hit after hit with no rest. He was relentless. Blood seeped from his nose and lip, his cheek and chin bruising and eye swelling to a degree. The hybrid smiled, enjoying seeing the blood. He had control yet none at all. Grayson screamed out in pain, begging to be helped and for his best friend to finally stop.

  Kill them.... kill them... feel that satisfaction of blood on your hands. Give in to me, and end this torture of guilt and pain.

Drake finally stopped, lifting up his arm high. He opened his fists, letting it swarm with powerful magical white and purple energy. It formed into a massive claw with fingertips as shard as needles. The ex-commander felt his eyes widen as Drake laughed again, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.
Finally, Xavier took action. He charged with a battle cry, his chakram ready to attack and draw blood. With a blaze like a forest fire in his eyes, he screamed and swung at Drake with all of his might. He really did not want to kill him, that he knew deep down, but upon witnessing what he had just done, Xavier remembered why he wanted Drake dead in the first place.
Once again Drake's arm came up with blurry speed, using the speed spell that he had learned over the past month. Drake's nose and lips had streaks of blood going down his face, only giving him a more terrifying appearance. The blade in his sheath also granted him a faster reflex, agility, and initiative. His hand grabbed the blade, ripping the fabric of his glove but finding no success in cutting his skin, not even the first layer. Xavier gasped in shock, terror flooding through his body. It did not work. Now what?!
Drake tilted his head with a crooked smile, a chuckle rising in the back of his throat. Xavier tried to pry his weapon out of the hybrid's grip, but Drake's fingers locked in place. Xavier was swept with fear, his insides feeling tight and body trembling.

"Y-you're insane!"

The Mage spoke softly. "You're just now realizing that?"

The chestnut growled. "You... You really are a monster."

Xavier's chest ached and knees shook. The next thing he knew, Drake's fist was brought hastily up to his chest. Drake's hand let go of the weapon, letting the ex-spy fall back and slam his back onto the ground. Xavier gasped and wheezed, the wind knocked out of him. He rolled over onto his knees, trying to get his lungs to take in air once more. After taking a breathe, he let a bit of vomit fall from his mouth before his gasping continued. Eventually he was able to breath normally again. Jane ran to his side, tears in her eyes with the knowledge that he was in pain. The father forced on a smile through the tears in his eyes.
Drake gasped with his eyes widening. His awareness was beginning to set in, looking around the room and fully understanding what he had done. His eyes looked down, locking onto Grayson's bloodied and battered face. Grayson looked up at him, eyes barely open, breathing heavily in pain. None of the bones in his face were broken, but it was still filled with pain.

"Grayson I-I..." He stood and backed away, eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry!"

He spun around and looked at Lalea, who was now standing again with tears covering her face. He almost killed her... He stumbled back, tripping and falling over. He was quick to sit and kick his feet and push himself back until he hit a bookcase. He pushed himself up, screaming his apologies until his screaming turned into ones of pain.
His head pounded and spun, feeling as if his head would explode. He clawed at his own face and pulled at his hair unable to cause any injury upon himself. As Grayson began to pick himself up, Drake saw a figure manifesting behind him. It was just as he had seen in the mirror; his own body covered in blood, eyes glowing a bright white and a devious smile on his bruised cheeks.

Just look at what you've done, and I wasn't even controlling you! It was all on you...you did this...all on your own.

  "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

He could feel it rising again, his chest filled with a heavy pressure as the hatred ,anger and bloodlust slowly began to try and take hold of him once again. Tears streamed down his face, adding to the burning on his sore skin. Then everyone was unnerved, filled with overwhelming dread. He laughed, consumed with the thoughts of slaughtering those before him. He twitched, his mood erratically shifting from overwhelming guilt to joy with thought of bringing others pain.

"A-all of you... Stay away from me!"

Then he ran as fast as fast as his feet could carry him, disappearing somewhere in the darkness.
...

Drake's point of view-

I kept bringing the dagger down onto the back of my hand. The dark green metal of the poison infused blade was being chipped away and slowly shattering each time the blade struck me. It tore my glove but would not for the life of me penetrate my flesh; it did not even rip the first layer of skin. Each time my glove would repair itself only to be ripped yet again in a repetitive cycle. I grunted each time I brought it down for a strike, my eyes clouded both from my worsening vision and burning tears.
I don't know why I kept trying. Over and over again I tried to get the blade to go through but there were no successful results. I knew from the first strike that no blade could hurt my body any longer, but my mind was persistent. Was I trying to hurt myself or just taking out my rage and sorrows on myself?
I did not want to hurt them again. I could not bare the thought that I would hurt them or worse. If I found a way to end it, then I could never hurt them again. It was not Herobrine. It was myself; my mind controlled by its own insanity and rage. Even with the brand on my arm that linked my soul to that demon...ending it all myself kept coming to mind.

There is a way you can end it. Do you not see? Just tell me that you give up, and I'll spare you from the pain.

Besides, how long do you have to live? An hour? Maybe a bit longer...or less?

It no longer seemed like a bad option. I kept seeing images of myself when I was beating my friends moments ago. I hated the thought. I hate that I found pleasure in the feeling of swinging my fists and striking. I hated how I enjoyed Lalea's choking and the look of fear in everyone's eyes. It was a sick, evil pleasure that I now no longer felt. My mind had snapped back into its senses , abandoning me in a sea of guilt.

All your fault...

My lips moved in sync with his words, my voice altered and mixing with the demons voice. "All...my...fault..."

The now bladeless handle slipped from my trembling hand as I fell to my knees. For awhile I sat there but sighing and standing back up. I turned my head, not really surprised to see Herobrine standing there, taking Armen's form. His hands were behind his back, a smug smile plastered on his ash covered cheeks. I looked away, pulling at my hood then wiped away the blood that still had on my face. I heard clicking coming from his direction almost like footsteps.

  Come on! You have to admit that it was fun doing that!

I did not answer, mainly because...he was right. I enjoyed every moment of pounding my fist against Grayson and slowly struggling the life out of Lalea... Every second before the guilt took hold, I loved. I loved the look of fear in their eyes, the sounds of their screams and begging pleas for me to stop with my assault. Why did I enjoy it?! My ears perked up as I head taping sounds echoing off in the distance, the sound bouncing off of the walls. I couldn't tell if those voices were the ones in my head or coming from the people that I called my friends who were looking for me.

  "You really are a monster..."

  Don't worry. One way or another, all of this will be over with very soon.

I gulped, clenching my sweaty fists. Why can't they just let me be?! It's like Xavier said, I'm only a monster who will end up getting them all killed! I growled as I held back tears. I turned my body and once again began to walk down the dark corridor, not caring about where it would lead me. I stumbled and tripped on my own feet, unable to see much with my impaired vision. It was more white now... I could barely see anything in front of my own face. The voices in my head mumbled but couldn't make out their words...