"Guess it's about time to take this fight seriously" I say in an arrogant tone. I get into a semblance of a fighting stance, and put on a serious expression.

The goon starts to throw quick jabs at my face and stomach, he adds in a few feints. Sadly, they aren't very good because he always pulls back too late with his feints, causing his next attack to be weaker. I shift my body and dodge his attacks with ease, I can tell that I'm getting more excited as I fight. I get more into the fight and refine my style as we fight. I figure out my opponent's weaknesses and start to target them, aiming to finish this as fast as possible.

10 minutes later, I deal the finishing blow, knocking out the goon. "Who's next?" I ask the other goons, feeling cocky after my win. Neither of the other two step up. On the contrary, they instead start to back away from me, looking at me like I'm a monster.

I snort, rolling my eyes and mumble mockingly, "Wimps."

I walk around the corner and feel my strength suddenly leave my body and I can barely walk. I make my way home, shuffling my feet more as I go. When I finally reach home, I collapse onto my bed, exhausted from the chaos of today.

Once I've started to fall asleep, I enter a dream-like state. In there, I am confronted by someone familiar...he looks somewhat like me. But there's a strange aura that surrounds him...something a little off. It's like he's colder, more ruthless...almost as if he's evil.

"So," he smirks slightly at me. "You're my other self," he says chuckling darkly. "A little weaker than I thought, but that's good for me I guess."

"Who are you?" I ask him, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "And what do you want with me?"

"Why, I'm hurt," he holds his heart in mock pain. "I'm you, couldn't you recognise me at the least?" he snickers in arrogance. "As for what i want, well you can figure that out" he responds with an air of authority.

"But, how can you be me, I'm me" I reply, confused by his words. "Wait, why do you seem so familiar."

My mind flashes back to the incident earlier today. That tone, that look.

"Bingo, didn't take you long to figure out" he smirks confidently, "Yes, I'm your other personality"

"So what should I call you, since you're my "battle" personality" I inquire.

"Battle personality huh? Not bad, I like it." he laughs at my choice of words. "As for a name... let's go with Streit, surely you remember the meaning of that."

"You sure that's the name you want? Not very original in my opinion" I confirm.

"Well, you aren't very creative either, and even if I'm different, I'm still you." he explained, "If you need me, just call for me, but there is a price for calling me, keep that in mind"

As the dream fades, he says one last thing that sends a shiver down my spine.