Day One: Evening

[Minoshia]

Although his body remained in a state of rigamortis, as stiff and rigid as a cadaver, his mind remained free from the attack. Processing what had happened, he began to wonder if this transformation would become permanent over time, if he was doomed to lie he was a statue for the remainder of the competition. It was only a matter of time before a pack of vultures wandered into his venue and ripped into his defenseless body with the pleasure and giddy nature of a child playing with his favorite toy. I doubt many people enjoy killing as much as we do. He paused and let a chuckle escape his nonexistent lips, filling the cavities of the cranium with a maniacal cackle. Want to know what we enjoy most about this situation? The inability of a second body to state a rebuttal, it’s a fucking delight having the entire brain to myself. Although, much to my dismay, I believe we are changed my darling… I’m not exactly sure how it happened but it seems a part of you has imprinted onto me, and vice versa. I feel odd, I feel different… but most importantly, I feel free. The same freedom that rodent felt before you shattered his spine and flayed him.

Minoshia’s hand began to quiver as his mind lectured the class in a rambling monologue; the metaphorical cement began draining from his legs. His jaw relaxed and his mouth inadvertently fell open, his chin steady in its freefall. Was this the purpose of this attack?

What I have realized in my slumber is that the more we grow alike, the less we can disagree about our actions and the more united we become through our emotions, after all it is those emotions that bind us, that brought me to you to begin with. For this first time since they had encountered each other in the dark pits of hell, Minoshia could not disagree with himself, he simply nodded and pushed his body into a sitting position. Scooting himself backwards, he rested idly against a rock wall at the back of the overhang, leaving himself to his thoughts.

Are you finally ready?