Okay all, here is my depiction of my alternate personalities fighting against each other. I thought it would be a good read and a good use of an example for the others.
Titus couldn’t believe it. First he had woken up not knowing where he was or why, and now he had just switched the lights on to find himself face to face with his own self. His eyes darted across the room real quick. It was so very bare. The only thing that stood out was a rectangular hole in the wall that looked like it should have a door frame on it. Instead, all there was was black on the other side.
The guy was exactly like him. He had his tattered clothes, his skin tone, even his long scar on his face. There were only a few distinctive things different about him. He had claws, solid black eyes, and the most sinister smirk he had ever seen. The red aura coming off of him didn’t make him much appealing either.
The clone suddenly frowned. “Get up,” He said commandingly.
Titus reluctantly got up from his previous seat on the floor and looked his clone up and down. He clutched Massacre in his holster, and suddenly realized that his clone was doing the same thing. How the hell did he have his knife? He literally had everything about him.
The clone grabbed him and pulled him close. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest and beads of sweat on his forehead. The clone’s serious look turned back into the sinister smirk. He laughed, but Titus didn’t get the joke.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he said. The clone seemed to look through Titus with his solid black eyes.
Solid Black eyes
Suddenly the puzzle pieces came together. The other personality in his head almost all of his life. The way he looked when he’d take over Titus’ body during a fight. His arrogance. His sinister smile.
He looked and acted exactly like Bane would.
Titus didn’t want to come to the conclusion, but it seemed all the evidence was pointing towards it. Bane wouldn’t answer him in his head and he was staring at a man who acted exactly like Bane would.
“Bane?” Titus asked hesitantly.
He looked at Titus for a few moments. Then, without any warning, he broke out into a crazed maniacal laughter. He looked into Titus’ eyes and he could swear those black eyes of nothingness seemed to flare up. He grabbed Titus by his tattered overcoat and threw him into the wall beside him, leaving a measurable dent. Titus looked up and somehow the crazed man had made it all the way to him and was now looking down at him with that sick smile, only inches away from Titus’ face.
“You got it right, little one.” he replied. “Now that I don’t have your goodness restraining me, I am as evil as ever!”
“How did you even get out?”
“Simple, child. There was a rupture in the space time continuum approximately six hours ago at 1:00 P.M. This rupture caused every single wRHG’s personalities to be separated. Alternate personalities, different forms, even the dark of a person has been separated into living human beings.”
“That…isn’t that simple it’s actually pretty complicated”
“Shut up you filthy human!” Bane right hooked Titus and he flew a few feet away from where he was originally sitting.
Titus recovered quickly and in one move jumped up and pulled out Massacre. He was ready to fight Bane, to chop him up with Massacre and find a way out of this dimension. But, he probably couldn’t defeat him that easily. Plus he needed more answers. “Who caused the rupture?” he asked.
“A writer,” Bane replied, “He goes by the name of BoomerangReturns. He wanted to shake up the wRHG world, so he did this to all of the wRHG’s, sending them to a different dimension to fight their own alternate selves. It’s quite genius, really”
“Genius? It’s barbaric!”
“Well isn’t that what the wRHG is all about?” Bane smiled. He then unsheathed Massacre from it’s holster.
“Enough chit chat, its time I finally destroy you”
Bane was on Titus in a millisecond, his hand wrapped tightly around his shirt. Bane lifted him up off the air and threw him through the black hole doorway.
Titus flew quite a ways. It felt like a half a minute before he finally landed hard on the ground. He looked in front of him, looking for the doorway he had passed through. It was still black with no door frame. Around it was an Orange house with no windows and no real features other than the door, which somehow was twenty feet away from Titus meaning he really did fly a ways.
He looked at the ground he was lying in and found there to be absolutely no vegetation on it as far as the eye could see. There was only hard packed dirt with many cracks. He looked up to find no clouds, but oddly, a purple sky. It was pretty much a barren wasteland except for the house.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Bane said, breaking the silence. Titus darted his head back to the door and found Bane just walking out of it. Titus rolled backwards, standing up at the end of the roll with Massacre clenched tight in his hand again.
“It’s perfect if you don’t want to be bothered,” he continued.
Titus didn’t answer. He only clenched Massacre tighter, trying to figure out a way to begin the fight.
“Oh, an eager beaver, huh? Well okay, we can make this nice and quick”
Bane smirked and strode to about ten feet from Titus. The wind blew against their shoulder length hair and the purple sky lit up their faces.
And just like that, Bane was gone. Titus blinked and he was no longer there. The only thing that even indicated his past presence was the footprints on the dirt.
Where the hell did he go?
He looked side to side. He knew that at Bane’s full speed he was just a blur, but he was still able to be seen some what through the naked eye. He couldn’t find him in front of him nor to his left or right.
That’s when he felt the breathing on the back of his neck. He was hoping it was just wind, but had to check. He slowly turned his head behind him. There was that crazed smile and the solid black eyes.
“Boo.” he said. He right hooked Titus in the side of the face, sending him sliding a few feet back. Bane ran to attack him again, but Titus had speed too. He jumped, just missing Bane’s uppercut. Since Bane was still at full speed, he couldn’t stop immediately. Titus turned his lower body to it’s right and round house kicked him in the back of the head.
Bane growled and grabbed his head, cursing. He turned around quickly and swerved his head away from the punch that would have hit him straight in the nose. He clasped Titus’ arm with both hands and heaved. He managed to flip Titus over his head let go as he fell onto the hard ground.
A groan left Titus’ lips once he fell to the ground, but he didn’t have time to recover. He looked up and saw a shoe about to stomp on his face. His eyes widened and he rolled out of the way, the sound of the shoe stomping on dirt only coming right next to his left ear. Titus kept rolling around on the ground, grabbing Massacre with two hands as he jumped up. He felt Bane coming right behind him and spun around with Massacre out. When he spun around to slice into Bane, Massacre was met with the duplicate Massacre. The sound of the clanking metal seemed to echo on throughout the barren wasteland.
Bane smiled. “Well, I didn’t think I’d have to use my full power, but you are quite the challenge”
“What are you-”
Titus didn’t even have time to blink an eye. Bane was on top of him in a millisecond, smiling like the devil himself. He grabbed Titus and threw him upward.
Titus tried to grab at something, anything as he was flying upwards. But it was then he realized that he was void of weapons. Massacre was lying on the ground where he was just standing, dropped as he was thrown upward.
Shit
Then Titus felt the dip in his stomach, indicating he was falling down. He didn’t know how high up he was, but the fall didn’t take more than a second. He suddenly felt hands grab at his waist and push his momentum towards the ground even farther. Dirt went up in the air around him when he hit the ground. He felt immense pain in the back of his head and lower back.
But he had no time to assess the damages. His head darted to side as he found Massacre inches away from him. He took his shaky hand off of the ground and reached for it. Just as his hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife, Bane stomped on his hand. Titus yelped in pain.
“Pathetic.” he said coldly. He took his foot off of Titus’ now red hand and kicked Massacre a few feet away.
Bane looked at Titus and moved to kick him in the ribcage. But Bane seemed to underestimate Titus. He rolled away from the kick, jumped up, and tackled Bane to the ground. Bane snarled and grabbed his duplicate Massacre. He aimed it and before Titus could react stabbed it into his flesh.
Titus howled, his mind now focused on all of the pain in his spine. Bane slid out from underneath Titus and stood up, watching him roll around in pain. He seemed to get a sick pleasure out of it.
Titus finally found the strength to grab the hilt of the knife from his back. He closed his eyes and yanked it out, immense pain coursing through him. Titus again gathered up some strength and grabbed the hilt of the knife tightly. He pulled his arm back, aimed at Bane. Titus smirked as his hand began to move back in a forward motion, the knife leaving his hand. Bane didn’t have enough time to recognize the movement, even though normally he could. He was just distracted by his sick pleasure in seeing Titus squirm to notice the knife flying out of his hand.
Bane’s smile had just turned into a frown as the tip of Massacre began to slice into his flesh. The knife went all the way up to the hilt into his shoulder blade. Titus smiled proudly, knowing he had finally hit him. Titus realized the stab wound on his back was finally slowly beginning to heal. The blood had only just stopped flowing, meaning it would take about five minutes for it to fully close up.
Bane growled and moved his hand to take out the blade. Titus, knowing that Bane only had tunnel vision, realized this was his chance. Pumped with adrenaline he jumped up from where he was lying. He looked around and found Massacre inches in front of Bane’s right foot.
In these few seconds, it seemed to all go into slow motion. The world seemed to slow down except for Titus’ movements. He jumped for the knife in front of Bane. Hearing the sound, Bane turned to see where Titus is. Titus’ hand clenched around Massacre’s hilt. Bane finally found Titus, his eyes widening as he realized what he was going to do. The knife flew from Titus’ hand once again, only this time entering Bane’s left eye. Before Bane could even yell in pain, Titus stood. He grabbed Bane by the shirt and threw him into the wall of the house he was trapped in. The adrenaline of Titus caused his strength to peak, making his throw harder than usual. Bane hit the wall with a horrible thud and crash. Once Bane had fallen off of the wall back on the dirt, it was then that Titus noticed the huge dent in the wall.
Titus gasped for breath as his adrenaline disappeared just as quick as it came. Titus smirked as he watched Bane growl in pain. He walked until he was only a few feet from him.
“How’s it feel, Bane?” he asked.
There was a brief silence. Nothing was heard except for the wind breezing again through their shoulder length hair. Bane looked at him with a poker face, the two knifes still in their original places.
Then, he did something unexpected. He laughed. Hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Titus asked, his voice laced with caution and pure curiosity as to why a person would be laughing with a knife in the eye and one in the shoulder.
“Because,” Bane said, his poker face replaced with a bright smile. “You seem to have forgotten my abilities,”
Bane placed one hand on the knife in the shoulder, and one on the knife in the eye. He clenched them both tightly and simultaneously pulled them out as he winced. It was then that Titus realized what he had meant.
In about a minute’s time, Titus watched as the holes in Bane’s shoulder blade and eye closed up. Titus could have done something, but he was too shocked at the speedy recovery. His own wound was still open, slowly beginning to close up.
“Do you see what I mean, child? You will never defeat me.” Bane snarled.
Bane ran as a blur to Titus. He inches away from him, eyes locked onto each other. Bane’s smirk never left his face. In fact, it only seemed to grow more. Then, he said one word that sent Titus’ world crashing down. One word that made Titus know it was over.
“Paralysis,” he whispered.
Suddenly, Titus couldn’t move anymore. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes were stuck locked into Bane’s. He knew that Bane had two knives in his hands, but could do nothing to stop him.
He then heard the sound of flesh cutting. The sound of his heart beat slowing down. After that came the pain. The immense pain of two knives in his heart, stabbed until only the hilt stuck out of his skin. But he couldn’t scream. All he could do was look into those demonic eyes. The person who had saved his life numerous times, was now the one to kill him.
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Titus felt his heart beat begin to slow down. Bane had pulled out one knife, bloodied to the hilt, and put it back in his holster. The hole was spewing out blood. But yet, he still kept another in there, his hand still on the hilt.
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Titus felt the immense pain begin to make him lose consciousness. His eyes began to get heavy, and he knew he was less than a minute from death.
Lub Dub
Bane leaned up to him, making sure to still keep eye contact with him to keep him paralyzed. As his eyes closed and Titus let out his final breath, the last thing he heard was Bane’s smooth demonic voice.
“Evil will always prevail, old friend”
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