Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - II

"Darn... not again!" Wolf spoke as he stood up, sweeping the dirt off his legs.

"Again? You must have survived the first ordeal then. Or was there more than that?" It spoke.

"Just one... but I already had enough. It was dumb to have had to battle my--" Wolf was done cleaning up, and he looked right up into the figure. He paused at the instant he saw face-to-face, the person he was speaking to.

"My-- self." The person ended the sentence for Wolf.

"This is not necessary, but why are you... me? And, why do you look so strange?" Wolf pointed at the strange markings all over the figure.

"You should already know the answer." The figure spoke in a very firm voice. Sure enough, it was one of the other souls of Wolf that was ripped off from him. Wolf wasn't taken aback this time, especially with all the information he had from the previous one he fought.

However, the figure had black marks all over his body, like a tattoo. Wolf definitely didn't have that, so it definitely wasn't copied straight from him.

"Oh, these?" It pointed at the mark.

"Yeah. What's up with covering you with these marks anyway?" Wolf frowned at the sight of seeing "himself" get "drawn" to this extent.

"It's for... this." The figure ended his sentence. The marks on it's body started moving into the ground, and it was moving towards Wolf.

"'Tis some kind of joke?" Wolf didn't know what was going to happen. The black markings moved towards him with such speed that it caught him by surprise. In an instant, the black markings surrounded him. Wolf tried to move away, but his body seemed like it was rooted to the ground.

The black markings started to move up Wolf's body, as if taking over him. Wolf panicked, but there was nothing he could do. He could only stare in shock as the markings slowly covered his face. It started to spread out, like ink on water. His whole body could be seen slowly covered in black. Slowly... slowly...

Wolf raised his hand, as if wanting to grab his copy, but it was all too late. His arms were fully covered by the mark, and he was like a figure in the shadows -- completely black.

As the marks slowly covered his whole face, he could see that the figure smiled, and it was moving towards him. Wolf could feel that he was losing consciousness, and he knelt to the ground. His body then slammed right down, but he could not feel any pain. His eyes shut, not knowing what was going to happen.

Wolf's copy walked towards him, and he was sure that Wolf was completely knocked out. He muttered something, and in an instant, he broke down into a pool of black ink, and merged with the black marks which were still on Wolf.

"Time to begin this" were the last words that could be heard as the black marks started seeping into Wolf's body. After a short while, completely no black marks could be seen on him, and all that was left was his body which was bathing in the sunset light...