Tamasa glanced around. She was alone, in the darkness. "Where am I?" she asked. He voice echoed, but there was no reply. She took a step, as her foot splashed into moisture and she glanced down at the thick mixture.
"What.." she looked up, face to face with a mirror; staring at her own reflection. All around her, mirrors surrounded her, she glanced around quickly. but her stare only met with the black figure staring back at her with the most wicked expression.
She looked back down to avoid the gaze, her reflection in the thick crimson liquid staring back demonically.
"Stop it..." she whispered, closing her eyes tight, "Leave me alone!"she yelled, the mirrors shattering. She took it as an opportunity to run, to escape her own reflection. The liquid splashed onto her and she tripped over corpses.
She shivered, looking at the bodies, "Who did this?"
A figure looked down at her, "You did." Her own voice told her.
"I.. no... I didn't..." she choked.
The mirrors rose around her again, "Look at yourself."
She stared emptily at her blood covered body and the glowing of her hands. She curled up into herself, rocking back and forth, hugging her legs and shaking tremendously.
"Why are you so scared?" The voice asked.
"I..." she couldnt reply.
"Are you afraid of yourself?"
"You are not me." she replied nervously.
"Aren't I?" the figure asked, "Stand up. If you are strong enough to ward me off, then stand and face me."
Tamasa stared up at her other half, "I..."
"Can't win." The shadow became ethereal, like smoke, to which warped around Tamasa's body and absorbed into her. For a moment Tamasa's eyes went blank, before restoring.
Kyla walked into the room Tamasa was resting in, "She's still asleep, huh?" she asked, staring down at the unsettled sleeper.