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Blood, there was so much blood, on his hands, on his clothes and even on his face.
He was sitting on top of Guaxinim’s lap, on top of his now dead body and Pac was shaking… He… He didn't mean to do this… He didn't!
The knife was in his hands, but he never intended to do that… All he wanted was… was…
Fuck why couldn't he remember what he wanted to do?
"But you did want that, didn't you?" A deep voice came from… somewhere but where? Nobody had gotten into the bedroom he and Guaxinim shared.
"Who is there?" Pac couldn't get up, his legs felt like jelly and wouldn't stop shaking.
"Oh that's right, this version of you has never met me." The voice was deep, almost too deep, in a way no human voice should be capable of being.
A loud noise made itself present in the room, it was similar to a thunder, except there was no rain on the outside. Pac didn't want to look back.
The air in the room grew cold and the lights started to flicker, it was clear now there was someone, or something, else in the room with them… with him.
"Look at me Pac, face what you have done."
His whole body was shaking now, he wasn't sure if it was from fear of from the cold or a mix of both.
Pac couldn't tell what touched his back, it felt like a hand, but… something felt wrong at the same time.
"Look at me dear."
Pac was forcefully made to look back, an invisble force made his body turn and what he saw in front of him… It… he… they…
"What? You won't give me a kiss?"
Guaxinim was in front of him, but it couldn't be him… Right? His corpse was on the bed growing colder by the second and yet, a perfectly alive Guaxinim stood in front of him. He looked the same as always, except by the cold stare in his eyes and cruel smile dancing on his lips.
"I can basically hear your brain turning, poor thing, you're so confused aren't you?"
"You're not Guaxinim…"
Guaxi… No, the thing that looked like him, got closer, the click clack of his shoes echoing around the room. He stopped a mere centimenters from Pac, if he wanted he could even touch his face.
"I am not, well not fully. Why don't we sit for a chat?"
Pac didn't want to, he didn't want to sit with this bizarre version of Guaxinim that was making him face all his sins.
"C'mon, I don't bite… Unless you want me to of course"
A shiver ran down his spine, but he obeyed and followed the… thing down the corridor back to the living room, when he arrived the fake Guaxinim was already sitting down at the couch looking bored while he examined his nails, they were painted black but instead of being short like Guaxinim's they were long and had a claw shape.
"So, what are you?" Pac didn't wait long before asking, if this thing was going to kill him for his crime he wishes it would be faster.
"Always straight to business hm? Sit down, have a cup of tea first." He gestured at the black leather seat in front of him and a fresh cup of steaming tea appeared.
Pac sat down, reluctantly so but did it, his hands felt sticky with the drying blood, he tried to ignore the sensation as he picked up the tea to drink.
The tea didn't taste good, it was vaguely metallic, almost as if he was drinking…
The cup shattered on the floor as Pac dropped it, he got up fast, his vision blurry and his heady dizzy.
"You know, after the scene you caused I thought you would be more open to the idea of blood, you seemed to be having fun while you stabbed my.. I mean, his heart."
"What did you mean back there? That you are a part of Guaxinim?"
The thing rolled his eyes, it was clearly annoyed with Pac.
"I meant exactly what I said, I'm his past and his future. I'm what was born once you drove that knife into his heart. I'm Medo, the very personification of your sins."
What the hell? Pac knew weird things existed, Valigma was full of them after all… But this felt like too much.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Medo had the audacity to laugh, like he had just been told the funniest joke. The laugh went on for long painful seconds till it suddenly stopped and Medo focused it's eyes back at Pac.
"A joke? You think I'm pulling a joke on you for killing me? No, I'm not that petty."
"Then why are you here?"
For a moment his smile looked like the one Pac was so familiar with, happy and looking like he was holding back a laughter, but this didn't last, the smile was cruel and Medo's eyes looked at Pac like he was nothing but prey.
"I'm here to make a deal, a proposition you could say."
"For what?"
"Power."
Pac's heart missed a beat for a moment, power… the sole thing he lacked, the thing that could have helped him show the world he is so much more… But, he knew power had a price.
"I don't want that."
Medo got up, once again slowly walking like a animal hunting it's prey, his words were slow and laced with something so sweet Pac couldn't help but be hipnotized.
"Aren't you angry? Angry at how those people left you? How they all lied to you? Wasn't that the reason why you killed me?"
He backed up, Pac was scared, any wrong step could lead to his death…Or worse.
"No! It was because… because…" Tears pooled into his eyes, the smell of blood made him nauseous and he could feel the blood sticking to his skin and it was the worst sensation he had ever felt.
"Because you hated me! You wanted me dead for betraying you!" Medo was now screaming and his voice sounded more and more like Guaxinim's and this was more painful than any other wound he had ever received "Admit it Pac! You never loved me, you HATED me."
"No! I…"
Medo held his face, claws digging into his cheeks and every word he said was said so close to Pac's face that he could feel his hot breath against his face.
"I can see your heart Pac, I can see your soul, both are as dark as coal."
Medo's face gotten even closer, his lips almoust touching Pac's.
"I'm the only one who can save you, if your so called friends saw what you did, how do you think they would react? They would put you jail and this time… This time you wouldn't have or Mike to help you escape, you would be all alone for the rest of your life and you don't want that, do you?"
Pac let out a muffled sob, no he did't want to be alone but he also didn't want to confess his deepest sin… He did love Guaxinim but at the same time he envied him, envied how he was ablle to make everyone love him, he envied how strong he was and slowly that love turned into hate during the elections, every time they would try to steal some make out time Pac kept wondering how it would feel to have his hands around Guaxinim's neck and squeeze it until he turned blue. Maybe Medo was right, maybe he always hated Guaxinim deep down.
"What is the price?"
Because Medo was right, there was no way out of what he had done, this was his only chance to stay alive.
Medo smiled, fully showed his teeth type of smile and that's how he knew Medo had sharp teeth like knives.
"Your heart, your emotions, your fears and nightmares"
"So I will be an emoty husk?"
"No, you will still be alive you just won't have those… Annoying feelings, and you will have more than enough power to take revenge on those who wronged you, so… Deal?"
"Deal."
Than Medo's lips were on top of his, very old fashioned way of sealing a deal but Pac wouldn't pretend like it wasn't interesting.
When he open his eyes, there was no one in front of him but he could feel the power passing through his veins.
Yes, that's what he always wanted, that's what he was made for.