Max, dazed and tired, walks out if his room. He looks at himself in the mirror. "Am I really ready to do this?" he thought to himself. He paced around a bit as he kept thinking. "Today's the day" he thought "I can't mess this up". He then smiled, and confidently walked back to...

... his room. "But you can" a voice added, "and you will". Max, surprised, looked around. No one else was home with him, at least that's what he thought. Suddenly, a figure formed in front of Max in the shape of himself. "Things don't work out always, ya know" the figure said. ..

... "who are you?" Max said, he couldn't process what was occuring in front of him. "What do you mean?". The figure smirked at him. "Ya know kid, you've been living a very happy life so far haven't you? And later today, things will get more happier for you!". Max backed away...

... "how do you know about this?" Max questioned. "I know a lot of things about you, Maximus" the figure said, sneering "you do seem to have the attention of *him* alot don't you? If only I knew what that felt like again...". He approached Max and grew slightly taller than him...

... in attempt to indimidate him. "WHO'S HIM? WHAT'S GOING ON?" Max screamed as he was approached by this strange being. "I'm dreaming aren't I?" He said as he walked towards his bed. The figure stopped him in is tracks, twisting Max's arms behind him. Max screamed for help, ...

... but no one would come. The figures fingers started digging deeper into Max's body. "You have something *I* want Maximus, and I won't stop until I get it" The figure said. Max wiggled around until he bit the figure's arm. "You bitch!" The figure said, he started choking Max...

... Max felt everything starting to fade. "You are everything I want Maximus. I need you to live. I need your heart, your soul, your body to hide me, I want him to return to me..." The figure added. "This won't be our last meeting Maximus, I will see you very soon". The ...

figure disappeared and Max fell onto the floor, gasping for breath, before passing out. He woke up later, not remembering what happened earlier, but remembering one small thing. "Who was this being talking about? Who's him? What will come ahead for me if I meet him?". Max then...

...looked in the mirror again. "Will everything work out today?".