(Regan/Shadow's POV)
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A foul taste coats my mouth, making me sick to my stomach. I try to speak but nothing comes out, my throat closing up. My skin crawls as the room gets colder, the floor turning to ice. An ice sword forms in my hand, the razor sharp tip scraping against the frozen floor. My head twitches to the side, an eerie laugh escapes my lips, slowly getting louder and more creepy. My head slowly rolls around, making cracks as it go.

I see Mark stumble backwards, slipping on the ice floor. I loom over him, lifting my ice sword; ready to strike without even thinking about it. He covers his face with his arms, he's scared of what I have become.  

Tears roll down my face; a complete contrast to the snarl that pulls on my face. I close my eyes as my arm lower the sword by itself. I hear sparks as my sword rebounds off something. Opening my eyes I see Mark is protected by a shield of my own design. I stare in awe as my arm continues to hit the shield , Mark flinching every-time.

Out of the corner of my eye I see something throw in my direction. Before I know it, a collar has wrapped around my neck; sending a jolt of electricity down my spine making me collapse to the ground. The floor thaws slowly, leaving a patch around me as I twitch from the collar. I choke as my vision blurs, before I know it I've blacked out completely.

When I come to I find the collar still around my neck and a damp cloth on my forehead. Turning my head I see Neon asleep in the chair next to me. I can hear as well as smell someone cooking in the kitchen. Smells like home. I feel comfortable here. 

                                                                                   The End