Joshua walked through the corridor. His footsteps echoed off the blackness, as he headed towards two things - the white dot and the stench. The familiar stench of cigarettes and aftershave. He was here. Please, no...
Then it started, again. The screaming. The yelling. The clang of a frying pan. The clatter of someone falling. The anger, the pain. All of it again. He hastened his steps, and eventually broke through to the light.
His kitchen. Everything was strewn about the floor, and there was a mildly overweight bald man, standing above something he couldn't see. Ian, his father, turned to him. "Son... I'm back... I found you at last... Now tell me. What's your mother's PIN? She seems to be too STUPID! To remember..."
, he growled, punctuating his insult with a kick to the heap, which he now realised was his mother.
"B******. B*******. B******, B******, B******!!!!"
His anger rose with each curse, until finally it exploded out of him, and with a loud clang, Ian hit the floor. The saucepan in the boy's hand was heavy, and stained with blood, and the man on the floor was surely unconscious. Was it done? He offered a hand to the woman on the floor, but too late. He was up again.
"You REALLY think something like THAT could keep a monster down?! Oh I know what I am, son, but do YOU?!"
The transformation began, Ian's head rotating a full 180 degrees, before he shed his skin in fragments, to reveal a body blacker than the dark pits of hell. A flash of a smile, a puff of a cigarette, and suddenly he became the creature they'd seen that first night. That night in the Court of Miracles. The thing that killed Diego. His Shadow.
"HA! YOU COWARD! YOU RAN AND HID FROM ME! WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW?!"
He waved his hand in the direction of the woman behind him, and a wall of flame engulfed her, her blood-curdling screams filling the night. Joshua himself turned to run, but could make no headway, no matter what, the door was getting farther and farther. Then Shadow Diego, whose laugh was the most aggravating thing you could ever hear, span on the spot, dissolving into an enormous horde of Mayas. Joshua's saucepan had become his fencing saber, and he slashed and stabbed furiously at them, but where one was killed, fourteen took its place, and they were swarming him, clambering all over his body, scratching and biting... There was nothing he could do, he would surely die here, no matter how he fought.
Then the floor gave out, and he fell into the dark abyss, Shadow Diego waiting below...