I woke up in the dark hall for what seemed like the hundredth time, empty as always with me and the occasional pictures of people I knew with blacked out eyes as if black paint had been painted over them by a child, but this time it was different. This time is was not only me it was now me, a mirror and another man who I really couldn’t identify as someone who I know or knew. I could feel his eyes burning my skin as if they put out cigarette on my forehead. He was a tall man about my height of 6 foot 2 inches with a white dress shirt buttoned up all the way but the two top b*****s were unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up just over his elbows as if he just got out of an important business meeting. Accompanied with his white shirt he also had black dress pants or as some people call them slacks with their nice endings at the end by the shoes. But his shoes are the only thing that set his outfit that didn’t seem right and that is that the shoes he was wearing were more like normal tennis shoes that were just black with no other colors just black. The shirt being white was mostly clean but there were drops of color like dark red paint. My clothes I was wearing just my usual red sweatshirt and black shirt with my normal jean pants and red shoes nowhere near his clothes but he kind of looked like me just a bit.
His hair was a few inches long like mine and shaggy and black but my hair was in its normal fashion of pushed up a little. His right eye was red like if you got a fresh picked apple from the orchid or like the color of a rose picked straight from the ground and they had a sort of shine or a glow to them. But his left eye was a color of aqua or cyan color like a clear creek in the Bahamas or Mexico. The back of his right hand had a distinct feature there was an O or a Zero of some sort carved or burnt into his hand and glowing she same color of his right eye but a bit dimmer.
The silence between us lasted for at least ten or so minutes but it was a terrible silence like the silence of telling your parents that you didn’t believe in god even though they are full-blown christians and they have no idea what to say to the child. I needed to break it as soon as possible. “Who are you…” and I broke the silence and all he could do is give me a smirk of and sarcasm. I waited for a response after the smirk and he said not a goddamn word. The silence that came before my words but it didn’t last for long so I asked him again “Who the hell are you!” I yelled at him so he could hear what I said this time. After about a minute or so he finally spoke “Look for yourself then.” His voice was kind if horse but soft and calm as many would say was like my voice.
He walked backward at a semi fast pace and I felt like I needed to follow so I walked at about the same pace as him but a little slower. When he finally was out of sight I came up to the mirror that I was there when I first got to the hall. In that mirror I saw something that I will never forget until the day I die. In the Mirror I saw me but not the me I wanted to see. No it was me but with his clothes but my hair and my eyes But slowly they turned into his as well. I couldn’t handle it anymore so without thinking I punched out the glass on the mirror and there was nothing. No that couldn’t be true mirrors need a back to hold the glass but this is when this went all to far. Instead of a back there was me in my clothes but they were tattered and ripped with blood and my sweat shirt was open and as I looked down all I could see was a long cut on my stomach and my intestines coming out. My eyes were black as if the sky was night and painted over with black paint.
I couldn’t help it anymore I puke at the sight of my body blood and guts hanging and spilling out and then it happened. I looked down at my own hands specifically my right hand and I saw the zero and a knife but I was in my clothes. I hear his voice in my ears “It felt good didn’t it killing the man in front of you even though you didn’t know you had driven that knife into his stomach and put his guts out until he stopped breathing.” I could hear him and he wouldn’t leave me alone and he wouldn’t shut the hell up. “Shut the hell up you f*****g prick and show yourself!” I couldn’t help thrashing out at him and he appeared before me.
“Yes use that rage and anger and strike me down you have the knife in your hand so kill me and let’s see who is different then the other.” I felt rage and anger course through my veins so I walked closer and when I got face to face to him I drove the knife into his stomach and cut him open with a long cut. I put my left hand into the wound and slowly pulled out the intestines but as I do so I look at him and is me my body and my clothes tattered and torn. He was right I’m no different from he is. “See we aren’t so different after all are we.”
“All I want to know is who you are please just tell me.” And so he told me and it wasn’t what I expected to seeing as he was moving his lips but I was speaking his voice saying his words. “We… Are… Zero.” And then I woke up back at my apartment a little cold and sweaty but besides that fine so I go and take a shower. Everything was fine until I went to shave where I cut my chin shaving. It had been a while since I cut myself shaving but it was fine just a cut and a few drops of blood so I ignored it but then the blood was more of a stream rather than a few drops. I look in the mirror and my face is fine so I just shrug it off. “Look… At… Me…” I yelled at the voice I heard so I look in the mirror and see the man.
“I am now in control and next thing I knew the blood was coming from my stomach and my intestines were falling out of my body and I fall to my knees. My curtains move and he is there staring at my life less corpse even though I am still alive.
“No you deserve to die some other time.” He kneels over my body and touches my stomach and my intestines go back into me and the cut is healed. “You are my slave now.” He says and my right hand burns as I see a Zero start to form on my hand. I look at him and say “We… Are… Zero.” And my eyes glowed red and him and I become one.
