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// Chapter 6 
// Story: Virtuous Desperado 
// by Dumakey93 
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Red tears cover your face
Ask why and I’ll laugh
For you did the deed that killed many
Why not receive it in return?
~I.M.Y.



The night made me stop near a desolate clearing, where there were no traces of any living thing for miles. I walked slowly, to prevent myself from tripping over whatever dangers lurked near me. I could hear slight ringing sounds in my ear, I couldn’t imagine why it started so suddenly. The sound grew deafening, as it mocked me by making me cover my ears. This did nothing, as the sound formed into loud screeches and screams of creatures from nightmares.

I started getting white-hot flashes in my eyes, as the screeches still increased in volume. The combination of the bright flashes and screeches disoriented me till I stumbled to the soft ground. My face was now covered in dirt, but I hardly noticed this, as my head felt ready to burst open. My body began to shake violently, as I started to bleed from my nose and ears.

No matter how much I screamed, the pain only increased in its intensity. I picked myself up and sprinted wildly into the darkness. 

I suddenly stumbled upon a body, a striped body, as the macabre began to overwhelm me. The sounds continued to grow, as it seemed nothing could stop the symptoms. I suddenly lost strength in my legs, as they collapsed on the dirt path. I looked closely at the body I stumbled over, for it looked a lot like Zecora. I panicked as I thought that she was dead. Fortunately, she appeared to be breathing, as I sighed deeply. 

I saw a green light in her eyes, as her body seemed to melt into a jelly-like goo. A changling appeared from it, as I stood in shock. Upon closer inspection, its body was not a solid form, but it supported the creature despite this. It smirked as blood ran down from its eyes. 

I tried to run, but I stumbled into a pool of some strange liquid. It stuck to my clothing, and my skin, as I struggled to breathe. I could now smell the rotting of flesh and the overwhelming sound of screeching animals. As the changling came closer, those sensations increased in their intensity.

I have never experienced such a thing before, as my stomach churned and I lost whatever I ate earlier that day. I began to stumble out of the pool, as the world began to spin faster and faster. My head was pounding to the point of splitting open, but I did not scream out in agony. I knew that was just what the creature wanted, for me to admit my mortality. Once I would announce to it my weakness, it would attack.

My struggle was pointless, as the changling attacked me anyway. It pounced on me, its body somehow stuck to mine. I began to pass out, as the black creature covered my skin in a black substance. It was much like tar, as much as I struggled, it only became harder to breathe. I could only watch as the black substance crawled over my eyes, as I felt my body harden. The suffocating sensation suddenly stopped, as I could hear cracking sounds around me. With hardly enough energy to struggle in the cocoon, I passed out.