Total Desolation Part 33

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Total Desolation Part 33

I gasped as I breathed air once again and gulped it down gleefully. Once I got my heart rate back down to normal, I sat up. I looked around me and saw pitch black darkness, I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. Remembering what had happened my hand went to my neck, wondering what had happened. My hand found no irregular feeling on my neck, which surprised me.
I got up and started walking, I didn’t know where I was going but I was curious as to what happened and where I was, and the answers weren’t going to be found on the floor of were I woke up. I continued walking it what I thought was a straight line, looking for anything that stuck out from the darkness that consumed me.
After walking for what seemed like a half hour I finally saw something apart from darkness. Excited, I ran towards the rectangle of light. I was panting from such exertion before I was anywhere near close to the light. I slowed to a walk again and paced myself but I couldn’t help being excited, it was the first thing I’d seem besides darkness in this place.
After walking what seemed to be a mile or two from the place I had awoken I arrived at the light. When I looked at it closely I realised what it was, a mirror. I looked at myself but didn’t see the me I thought I was. I saw a me that was bloody and beaten, what I had presumably looked like after my battle with Korse.
As I stared amazedly at the image of myself the picture glimmered and changed. I was now looking at another image of me. I was in a long black dress, it looked silky. There was a cut that ran up the left side and stopped mid thigh, showing off my leg. The sleeves were like tank top straps but had another piece of the fabric that started at the bottom on my shoulder and went a few inches down. The dress looked super sexy. It was matched with combat boots which surprised me a little but since this was supposed to be me I guess it made sense. My hair was straightened and fell across my shoulders beautifully. I would guess that any guy that looked at me with that on would melt and do anything I wanted them to.
I looked down at myself for the first time, the mirror gave off a light so that I could actually see what I was wearing for a change. I was surprised to see that I was in black short short jeans and a black tank top. Again I saw that I had on my combat boots with this. Something else I noticed was that I had sheath strapped to my right thigh, with a hilt protruding from it. I grabbed the hilt and pulled it out of its sheath. I was amazed to find that it was my brothers dagger, the one I had caressed to my chest as I laid bleeding out on the floor.
Again I wondered what had happened after I passed out from severe blood loss, if you could even still call that blood. It was the blood of the evil inside of me. With that thought I looked at my forearms to see if my veins still showed black blood. Sure enough, they did, my veins were black against my pale skin. It was interesting though because my veins seemed to crisscross over and over and I could see a lot more veins than usual.
I looked back up at the mirror and saw my actual reflection, the one I was now, black short shorts and a black tank top. In the mirror I noticed that all my veins had a crisscross pattern going on, they seemed more like tattoos then veins with how much they stuck out. They even seemed darker than my actual tattoos, granted my tattoos were a few years old but still, my veins were so dark.
Absentmindedly my hand wandered to my right shoulder to my tattoo, it read poison in chinese, it represented the poison I survived.When I was 3 or 4 a Russell’s Viper bit me in my backyard, I should’ve died. Anyone that’s bit by a Russell’s Viper should be dead. I’ve been the only known survivor. The doctor’s did test after test, checking my DNA and my health they were amazed by me, I had a one of a kind trait, I was immune to all snake venoms. They tried for years to use my DNA to make anti-venoms but couldn’t find the proper key. When I turned 14 I decided enough was enough and I stopped letting them take my blood, I also got my tattoo to ensure that I would never forget my uniqueness. This memory was part of were my killjoy name came from. And from then on I became fascinated with snakes and started making my own uses for snake’s, I hadn’t gotten an anti-venom yet but I was close.
I also had a tattoo on the bad of my neck of a unique 12 pointed throwing star, it represented my 12 years of martial arts training, I got it when I became a black belt in every martial arts class I was in.
I was brought back to reality when I noticed the mirror shimmering again, it was time to put my memories back in their box in the back of my mind and figure out what was going on in the here and now. I waited for mirror to stop shimmering and settle on an image but it didn’t.
I reached out to touch the mirror, I didn’t know why but I felt like that would accomplish something.

And theres part 33! Hope you enjoyed! Hows the story? I know you all wanted to continue it on and didn't want it to end! Well now it goes on longer! Comments? Questions? Lemmie know! I love reading comments!

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