Broken Mirror (sequel to my other WKM fic) Damien/Reader
@dorkstache @malfoviing @blue-greenstylinson THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ARE YOU HAPPY NOW ( @emo-salt you might wanna see this too)
It’s an odd sensation, not having to breathe. Well, really dying in general had been quite strange. It had all happened so suddenly, the gunshot, the Colonel’s horrified face, the fall, and then… this.
You’re surrounded by nothingness. Distorted voices whisper in your ear, phantom hands pulling at your clothes. Mark’s corpse falls in front of you, and you feel nothing.
Fair? No, it’s not fair. You still don’t even know what’s going on, or why.
Two figures shimmer into existence in front of you, as if the shadows had opened up to let them through. On the left stands Celine, cast in a red glow. Damien is next to her, surrounded by a soft blue light, and your heart suddenly revolts against the imprisonment of your ribcage.
Even with what the groundskeeper had said, you’d hoped against hope that Damien was okay. It seemed that was all in vain.
What had he done to deserve this? What had you done to deserve this?
“He took everything from us.” Damien speaks, and he’s as angry as you’ve ever seen him. Something about this is unsettling, but you choose to ignore it. “He trapped us in here with this broken shell and no way out.”
“It’s true,” Celine says, “This whole time I thought it was the house, but I never thought he’d fall this far.”
“And we played right into his hands. He’d been planning this for years, and now that son of a bitch is out there, walking around in my body.”
“Damien we can’t do this right now.” Celine turns to face Damien, then back to you. “Look, I know you have questions, and I can’t answer everything right now. Just know that Mark took everything from us for his twisted quest of vengeance, but death does not mean the same thing here.”
Your head spins. That isn’t possible, dead is dead. Right?
No, something purrs in your ear. It’s less of a voice and more of a feeling, wrapping itself around you like velvet. Not quite.
“What Celine means by that is, this doesn’t have to be the end.” Damien’s calmer now, more like you’re used to seeing him, and your heart breaks a little more. “You’re trapped in here just the same as us, but your body, broken as it may be, it’s still out there.”
“Mark’s not the only one who can use this place to his benefit. The same way that I brought you here is the same way that I can send you back.”
You can go back. Of course, that’s what Mark did, isn’t it? You can use that power too. You can fix everything.
“But you can’t survive on your own, you’re dead after all.” A chill runs down your spine. “Our friend the Colonel saw to that.”
“You can’t blame him,” it seems Celine’s affection still lingers, even after everything that had happened, “honestly he’s a good man, but he’s dangerous now.”
“I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly I don’t understand what the fuck is going on, but I know that I trust Celine, and if you trust us, just let me in, and we can fix this, together.”
Something inside you screams that this is a bad idea, but this is Damien. There’s no one you trust more than him. Damien had told you once that there’s no one he’d rather have at his side than you, and you know there’s nowhere you’d rather be than beside him. You trust him, hell, you love him. Recently, it had seemed that maybe…
But no, Mark had taken that away too now. It’s not fair.
“I won’t force this on you.” Celine holds out her hands. “You have a choice here. Just know that this is the only way that you can escape.”
Something inside you screams that this is a bad idea, and you ignore it. You nod.
“This’ll work, I promise,” Damien says, and you believe him.
You open your eyes, staring up at the ceiling as the world comes into focus. Red and blue flashes around your vision, the same colors Celine and Damien had been in the void. You’re aware of their presence alongside your own. There’s something else there too, or at least, you think there is. It’s hard to be sure, and you decide not to focus on it.
The Colonel is sitting across the room, watching you in confusion as you sit up. You flinch away from him, and he hurriedly reassures you that it’s okay. Watching in silence as he tries to make sense of what had happened, you can see your new friend slipping further away.
He leaves the room, calling out for Damien and Celine, and you can feel their grief now too. The Colonel is blissfully unaware of what the three of you have become. As he walks out, he leaves Damien’s cane on the hallway table.
You walk over to pick it up, still adjusting to the feeling of sharing your body. Your neck hurts, you realize. It feels… wrong.
As you stretch out your hand to pick up the cane, your hand seems to glitch and morph. You realize it’s no longer your hand, and panic clutches you. Against your will, you look into the mirror.
Your world flips, too quick to process. You’re no longer looking into the mirror, but rather out of it. Something is very, very wrong.
You stare back at the thing looking into the mirror. It looks like Damien, but you know better. He- they- look at you, and the mirror shatters, sending cracks of static through your world. The sadness in their eyes is almost unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of betrayal lodged in your chest.
Sadness quickly turns to anger, pure unbridled rage, and then you’re alone.
Damien had told you once that there’s no one he’d rather have at his side than you. You feel a gaping hole where your heart had once been.
You slam your fists against the inside of the mirror until they bleed, crying and screaming yourself hoarse. You just want him to come back, tell you he had meant those things he’d said, not so long ago.
You’re alone, and you will be forever. Now you know better. There wouldn’t be a happy ending. It had all been a lie, after all.
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