Dying Of Madness - DarkSoul's Only Hope Of Survival?

DarkSoul wandered the streets of Death City after leaving the Infirmary. Stuttering and shaking, he tried to steady his walk.

I bumped into a brick building and rested my back on it. A searing pain shot through me. I clutched at my wounded chest. A scream of pain was released.

Kataro hears the screaming and rushes towards it. He finally teaches darksoul. "Darksoul?! Are you ok? What happened?"

"N-Nebun. He created these hallucinations. I got stabbed... by myself."

Kataro ripped a piece of his shirt off so darksoul could covet his wound. "Here take this."

"I-its fine. You don't need to. I already went to the infirmary..."

"No, really, it's fine..."

I grabbed my wound again and scream in agony.

Jet walks over and says "Need pain pills."

"S-something is happening. I didn't do anything I swear. I'm seeing these dark figures..."

I clutch my head and scream again.

"I-I'm hearing them... whispering to me..."
I screamed even louder.

"No... there is nothing there for me. They cannot help me. It's a different type of wound. Only few rare things can help me."

"What is it? Because I see the dark figures too but I am fine." His eyes go cross eyed then back to normal

"No... I don't have black blood. And Jet, the figures hurt me. They have weapons. It's like they are corrupted Meisters and Weapons. But far over the verge of a Kishin. Its like Nebun. They are like Nebun.

Shade... sounds familiar. But yes... I will go see him."

I lifted up from the wall.

"Okay" I painfully hobbled behind him.

"Yeh... Sure." I glance back.

"Yeh." I grin, still clutching my chest.