The Art of Magic

Nex the Bounty Hunter (II)

It was an endless white hallway.

Nothing but mirrors surround her from both sides.

She could see reflections of her self on each side. One was a small version of herself in a lab gown. HEr hair was a mess. Her blue eyes were baggy. She looked nothing more than an average kid that looked weak and frail. She couldn't sit still as her eyes darted around meekly.

On the other side a more mature version of her self. Her beautiful features were dampened by her killing intent. The sheer ferocity and madness contained within those purple eyes could burn anything from it's path. She wore a nasty grin as her black shoes were painted red. Her bloodstained hands gripping a series of searing chains as it endlessly dragged countless of corpses attatched in its end.

She looked infront of her. Multiple pathways slowly begin to blur as it was all merging into one. She herself was slowly becoming blurry as she was turning into static. She looked at her hands flickering from a frail child's to a feral