A Dark Reflection: Part 1 (XVI)

XVI walked through the halls of the castle, heading towards the Superior's offices, when he noticed a shard of glass on the ground.

"Hm?" He picked it up, curious as to why it would be here of all places. "Has Demitri been practicing in the halls? ERG!" XVI feels a sharp pain run through his body, and drops the shard. "What was that?"

XVI shrugged off the pain and took note of his place in the castle so that he could have the Lessers clean up whatever glass may be here. Suddenly, he notices his reflection is no longer in the glass, and looks up to see himself, but not quite.

He looked like XVI, but the blue in his hair was silver, as was his scarf, and the blade on his back was a large scimitar instead of a long-sword.

"What in the. . . who are you?"

"Me? I'm you. Well, not really you, but a reflection of what you could have been." He sounded like XVI as well, though he seemed to have a sinister tone to his voice.

"What I could have been?"

"Yes. I am the you that relished in the killing of our siblings, who did not need to protect E, and who acts on our base desires without a moments notice."

"I can't say I approve of this. . . "

"I'm also the you who wants to be the only XVI. Who will achieve this, BY KILLING YOU!"