Mystery Man

With a swift motion, the mysterious man drew a knife and cut his hand, unleashing a surge of potent magic. In that moment, I realized that his power was intricately linked to his blood—a form of dark, sinister blood magic. "Guys, you need to get out of here," I urgently warned.

Rayne, Enzo, and Myra nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. However, Remi and Leo defiantly stood by my side, their unwavering loyalty shining through. "We aren't leaving you, Sora. We've come too far to turn back now," Remi declared with determination.

I clenched my fist, both frustrated and touched by their stubbornness. "You guys are such idiots," I muttered, torn between gratitude and worry.

Suddenly, the man conjured a peculiar ball of blood and hurled it towards us. It was no ordinary attack; it split into two pieces, relentlessly pursuing us with an uncanny homing ability. As I desperately slashed at the spheres, they multiplied, filling the air with a swarm of lethal projectiles. Leo's voice pierced through the chaos, his frustration palpable. "SORA YOU IDIOT, STOP SLASHING THEM!"

Realizing the futility of my actions, I shifted tactics. Slapping my hand onto the ground, I channeled my light magic, summoning vibrant roots that impaled the blood spheres, ensnaring them in a delicate dance of light and nature. The roots held them at bay, affording us a momentary respite to catch our breath.

Amidst our labored breaths, the man vanished into thin air, his presence no longer tangible. We strained to locate him, but to no avail. Suddenly, he materialized above us, descending upon me with alarming speed. His blood blade pierced my back, mercilessly impaling me through the stomach.

As searing pain coursed through my body, I collapsed to the ground, blood spilling from my mouth. Frantically, I gasped out orders to Remi. "REMI GO GET REAGAN NOW!" Each word strained and ragged, I could feel my strength waning. I knew my survival hinged on Reagan's intervention.

Remi's tear-filled eyes met mine, her determination mingling with heartache. She nodded, her resolve firm, and began running towards the hope of salvation. Leo stood before me, a stalwart shield of friendship, refusing to abandon me.

"Move, Leo," The man whispered, towering over Leo.

"How do you know my name?" Leo questioned, perplexed by his knowledge of him.

There was no time for explanations. Without a word, the man seized Leo by his shirt, delivering a forceful blow that sent him crashing into a nearby tree, rendering him unconscious. It was just the man and me now, locked in a tense confrontation.

Who are you? What do you want with me? So many questions swirled in my mind as I clutched my wounded chest, desperate for answers.

The man's cold voice cut through the air, revealing a glimpse of his motives. "The truth is, Sora, you are an anomaly—a disruption to the natural order of this world. Everything you do pushes it further from its true essence. You are ruining everything."

Struggling to rise to my feet, my consciousness flickered, threatening to fade away. Once again, I teetered on the precipice of darkness, surrendering to the embrace of unconsciousness.

-------------------------------------Remi's Perspective-------------------------------------------------

I raced frantically back to Sora's dorm, desperation propelling me forward. In my haste, I stumbled upon Reagan tending to his garden, watering flowers with gentle care.

"Reagan, I need you to come quickly! Sora is in danger!" I pleaded, my voice laced with panic.

His face contorted with concern, Reagan wasted no time, immediately grasping my hand and teleporting us to Sora's location.

"Sora!" Reagan's voice reverberated with urgency, but a devastating wave of energy sent him hurtling through the air, crashing hard against the ground.

"I'll... kill... you," Sora managed to choke out, his voice strained and filled with defiance.

In a shocking display of power, Sora lunged at the man, gripping his throat with an eerie ease, crushing the life out of him. The man collapsed, lifeless, before our eyes. Yet, to our horror, his broken neck healed before us, leaving no trace of the fatal blow.

"You know exactly who I am, Sora. We are bound by an unbreakable connection," the man stated cryptically.

"You're..." Sora's voice trailed off, realization dawning in his eyes.

"I'm here to end your life," the future Sora declared, his grip on the present Sora's shirt tightening as they hovered high above the ground, the sky tinged with a deep and unsettling violet hue.

------------------------------------------Sora's Perspective------------------------------------------------

The world around me seemed to shatter as the future version of myself unleashed a torrent of anger and hatred. His eyes blazed with an eerie violet aura, and I couldn't help but feel a chilling sense of familiarity. It was as though I was staring into a distorted reflection of my own soul, a version of me corrupted by pain and darkness.

"Do you know the damage that you have caused? EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD WILL GO WRONG BECAUSE OF YOU!" His voice thundered, shaking me to my core.

As he tightened his grip on my shirt, I felt a surge of terror engulf me. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. This was me, but from a future that I couldn't fathom. A future filled with hate and rage, all directed at the present version of myself.

"Why are you filled with so much anger and hate?" I mustered the courage to ask, my voice quivering as I tried to understand the source of his pain.

"YOU ARE THE REASON I AM FILLED WITH HATE, YOU CREATED ME!" he roared, his rage consuming him.

With a swift motion, he flung me higher into the air, and in an instant, he teleported above me, landing a brutal punch that sent me hurtling towards the ground below. The impact was brutal, and I could feel bones snapping within me. The world blurred, darkness encroaching on my vision.

"SORAAAAAAAAA!" Reagan's anguished cry echoed in the distance as he looked up at my future self.

"Reagan... it's a pleasure to see you once again," Future Sora smirked, his form now enveloped in that unsettling violet aura.

"Sora...?" The shock was palpable among my friends. The revelation of this twisted version of myself, returning from a dark future to end my life, left them stunned and unsure of how to respond.

Reagan, however, refused to yield to despair. He clapped his hands together, conjuring spectral hands that reached out from the ground to ensnare the future Sora. But it was futile, and I knew it. Future Sora had experienced all these events before, and he knew our every move.

"Reagan, no matter what we do, all of our attacks would be predictable to him," I said, pushing through the pain, trying to regain my footing despite my broken body.

"It seems that time has run out for me. You get to live... for now," Future Sora's words hung in the air, chilling us to the bone as his form vanished from our sight, leaving us with unanswered questions and a sense of foreboding uncertainty.