The Heir Of Originality

"Cool your jets and rest after all, no one expects someone who was just brought here to suddenly bring our main problem to its knees," the voice beyond the door lets out a chuckle, leaving Isaac to his own devices.

Isaac sighs realising how he has had his head in clouds this whole time, completely ignorant to how the other people who live in Light Shroud, He has been acting like the best thing that could happen to this town since he could see though the darkness but in truth he has more cons than pros, He was a random kid who showed up with a Puppet Master and claimed to be able give people powers, its a wonder they didn't kick him out to die, maybe they pitied Isaac or they had long lost hope and he was there last hope. The latter was what he was thinking, but from what the voice said, it was most likely the former. Maybe there was a small bit of hope, but it was not something you could hold onto.

Isaac walked towards his stone bed with his eyes closed so as not to use dark vision since he didn't know how to stop it for now. Maybe you just need to get used to it, or have an inexhaustible lake of stamina. As Isaac laid on the cold stone, exhaustion fell upon him, making the slightest movements hard. Isaac could feel that dark vision was around 70 percent, give or take.

Isaac drifts off into a period of turbulent slumber, tossing and turning on the hard stone, bumps and bruises covering his arms as he tries to sleep, only able to sleep after hours of tossing and turning and some blood lost.

Isaac looks around, A deep purple horizon surrounds him, a boy that looks slightly older than Isaac walks past him and sits at the edge of a cliff, The boy's brown hair waves slightly in the wind, the boy is entranced by a tome bound in leather, After a few minutes the boy looks and Isaac and speaks "Isaac are you just going to stand next to the tree or are you going join me"

Isaac is taken aback by this boy but begrudgingly sits a few meters away from the boy, both of them at the edge of the cliff. Isaac speaks up, "James, how can you be so calm? The percentage of your OHP is in the high 90s, you're basically guaranteed to be chosen."

Isaac looks at the boy as the sun hits them both as it crosses the horizon, both boys are wearing school uniforms, James's tie swings drastically in the wind and speaks "I can be so calm because I have been waiting a long time for this, while you might not want to go the the hero's world a lot of people do like me Isaac. I have dreamed of this for years, for the core powers and the magic. I wish to see it all in its purest form, I wish to gaze upon a world that no one can comprehend, I wish to make something no one else has, I wish to discover something no one has a clue about." James looked at Isaac and spoke, "Isaac, I wish to be an innovator." James then falls into a black cloud of sludge, leaving behind only the book he was reading.

The colour in Isaac's eyes fades as he is all alone, just like before, he reaches down and dusts off the book and puts it into his school bag before leaving. Isaac walks through the forest that surrounds him. A gust of wind brings the scent of blood to his nose, and his blood starts to rush, as he starts to run out of the forest, almost responding to his running, the trees twist and turn, distorting into jet black dunes.

Upon the dunes, a group of corpses are strewn about, his mother, his father, James, Soffle, Mercer, and even the two girls from earlier, Macy and Cherry. Isaac walks up the dune, his hands get cut open, and beads of crimson drip down his clothes. When he drags himself up the dune, he sees a dog with a neck that spirals around itself, spotting Isaac, and all of its eyes lock onto Isaac.

The dog's neck creaks and cracks as bone branches pierce the corpse's that circles around the dog, and the bodies speak, "You did this, Isaac, you killed us, we gave you safety and love, and you throw that away for power." The bodies sluggishly move closer to Isaac, their hand try to grasp at his neck, but Isaac slips on the pool of blood that his hands created, forcing him to tumble down.

The dog looks down at Isaac as the dog goes up on its hind legs and starts to crawl out of its skin, bones break and blood splatters, as a person crawls out of the dog, It was Isaac but older, his hair was shabby and white, he was wearing a suit of black steel armour that was stained with blood, The suited Isaac spoke "This is your fault you should have died, you should have let your self die, die to me, The Puppet Master." The world around him twisted and turned again, but before it could change into anything, Isaac opened his eyes.

Isaac sat up and looked around, he was still in the stone room in Light Shroud, but it was encased in blood, his hands covered in blood, his skin pealing off, Isaac feels light heading, he try's to walk over to the water pump but falls down, he try's to crawl towards the pump but his legs cramp, and a voice resound in his head, it was his own, "'We' have reached 99% proficiency with 'dark vision' due to the 'trait' Mass Produced 'our' body will now reject 'dark vision' attempt to become perfect." Before he could get a moment to think his body starts to pulse and his head spins, his eyes burn as blood falls from its crevasse, Isaac opens his mouth to gag but blood, sick and drool pours out with a deep purple orb that is deep in colour and has an almost vile feel to it, it reminds Isaac of the Puppet Master and his attempts to feed on him.

The voice speaks again "Due to surpassed 'our' 'dark vision' has surpassed 'our' teacher's dark vision, But due to Mass Produced 'our' body has rejected the power and 'our' dark vision has condensed into a physical state, it is called a-" Isaac due to mass blood loss loses consciousness and falls into a deep sleep as his body attempts to repair itself.