As i was sprinting through the hallway of the building, rushing my time to find the one that has been identified as a thief to me. I yell constantly, growling like a animal, cracking wood that was in my path, braking through walls, making short cuts to where i remembered the man last stood. As i made a turn around the corner, the lights went out, and just then, i saw a girl. Her hair was gray and eyes were brown. she looked at me in terrier, then bolted through the hallway, and i started to give chase, then i heard someone, echoing through the building off a big tone voice saying "Today, for the evil deeds you have sown; shalt thou face the wrath of the Unknown." 'I will certainly rip you apart for this' i think to myself, then the lights came back on. As i was running, a bright light shone on the corner of my right eye. It blinded me for a second. I get distracted off my task, that it drew my attention to see what it was. When i looked in, it was a ray of light, shining through a hole into the roof and reflecting it off a small mirror on a table and into my direction. I put my hand up to block the light, panting with growls from running around and beating people. I search around, seeing what all this stuff was. It looked like a storage room. I keep searching around, growling, hunting, searching for the girl or man that mite be in this room. I look on, until i see something under a dark green colored cloth. i step forward with determination to see who it was hiding under it. It was the same height as me, but wider. I grab onto it and pulled it off with force that dust flicking off and the wind being made as the cloth went into motion. What i saw was not what i expected. It was not the man, or girl ... it was something else.
I look at it and it look hurt. he was colored with dark green clothing and stains of red. The face looked like it was filled with, evil, anger and hate, sharp teeth, eyes narrowing that pieced into my feelings and a scar that went across his face, like the pain i caused to the people in the arena. It was slouching and looking stiff and puffing in and out, with cuts, ripped up clothing, bruises and cuts covering his body and he looked like a, monster. I look on and as i look at it, my first reaction as a fright, then i started to calm down. Slowly, my panting stops, i start to be more relaxed and the figure seemed to be doing the same thing. I look at it in wonder, what is it that is making this image copy my movements. I walk up to it, and placed my hand onto it, and it did the same. I look at its hand, and i looked back at the image, and figured out that it was me. I look at my body, then looked back at the image. i felt nothing, i felt the only thing i could say out loud that i can hear myself in a whisper was 'what have i become?'
I step back, stared at it for a while, then i feel to my hands and knees looking down at the ground, with tears in my eyes and i started to morn. 'what is it that i have done? what is it that i did that has gotten that girl to hate me? Why was i abandon when i was needed? Do they care? Am i needed? What is it that they have that i don't? Is it true what that man said to me? Am i nothing? Do i mean nothing to anyone?' I keep on crying in front of my reflection, then i flipped my head back and yelled, not of hate, not of anger, but of sorrow. I look at it and i see the rage and hate, has been replaced by tears in the eyes, confusion of its identity, and not being able to figure out who he was. 'maybe he is right. maybe i am nothing. maybe ... it is best that i leave what ever life i had before, and not fight for it. It means nothing, I am nothing.' I keep on looking at the ground, and i heard foot prints behind me. i look at the mirror, and there was someone else, the man in the white hood. He slowly approaches with a cane, and i see something like purple mist coming off and when he did that, the pain in the back of my neck came back. I hold onto it, trying not to yell, and keeping my mouth closed. I look at him off the mirror and as soon as he stopped showing purple mist, the pain stopped. I keep look back down and asked in a slow paced voice 'What do you want? Have you come to finish me off? I assume that the girl who is know you did not come? but why would she, i'm not worth her time. If you are here to finish me off, just do it. I have nothing left here'. I move back to sit on my carves and with a tear going down my cheek and said quietly 'i am done wasting everybody's time'.