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"Ugh.... Why the hell should we care about who find us?" Donovan growled while rubbing his ear. By the time he could fully hear again the boom had returned, causing him to wince and yell out in pain. He groaned shortly after and rested a hand against the side of his head, wondering if he would go deaf.

Donovan, however, was unable to hear her comment, having been too stunned by the noise to hear anything, really. For the longest time he heard nothing but an irritating buzzing sound, but, much to his relief, it eventually stopped. He looked around warily, keeping his hands close by his ears, and he was right to do so. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand, Donovan knew what was coming and covered his ears. He still heard the noise, but it wasn't nearly as bad as when he was defenseless. His ears were still covered, so he was unable to hear the sigh of relief escaping his lips.

The man squinted his eyes when he saw her run her hand against the bark. The splinters dug into her flesh, but she didn't look like it hurt at all, she didn't even notice! "The hell...?" Donovan murmured as he noticed a blue fog forming around her wrist. What on earth was that? And why did that girl go on about his former glory?

Coughing into a fist and fanning away the mist with his other hand, Donovan tried to see through the veils of blue while at the same time not choking on it. Eventually he saw something beyond the fog, and it was...
"Me." he breathed. He slowly lowered his hands to his side, no longer effected by the fog, and examined it even further.
Donovan, or the false one, stood in front of a run down bar, where about five silhouetted beasts snarled viciously while circling him. He only smirked at them and uttered something to them that made them snap their jaws at him. One beast had grown impatient and lunged at him, where he easily side-stepped to dodge it. Another tried to take it to its advantage and reached for his legs, but the fog Donovan jumped and landed right on its back, making a deafening crunching noise and pulling out a weak yelp from its mouth. Two beasts charged at Donovan at the same time; he dodged one and grabbed it by the tail then dragged it down and swung it at the other beast.
The current Donovan couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was witnessing himself completely destroy frightening looking beasts without even breaking a sweat. Was that really him? ...Yes, yes it felt like it was his doing. He really had that power? Donovan glanced down and noticed that he made fists now and then, as if yearning for that power again. And when he looked back up at the scene - where the doppelganger slammed down the last beast - he realized that it was true.

Donovan didn't jump when he heard the girl next to him, he just continued staring at his laughing self, staring at the victorious man with his face. "...Yes." he muttered. "Yes, oh God! I want that power!"

Donovan stared at the hand apprehensively, but in the end he reached out and grabbed the other's hand. Part of him protested this, but a deeper part of him wanted that power; it was as if feeling that strength again would fill the empty hole he's had for a while.

Donovan yelled when he felt the sharp sting of the cut across his palm followed by the pierce of the blue splinter into his hand. He gripped his wrist and stumbled backward until a burst of power surged through his body. He gasped as the dark blue mist swirled around his body and livened his senses. The hole he felt inside him was gone, he could feel power shooting through him like electricity, he could sense the movements of frightened woodland critters nearby, he could destroy this entire forest if he wanted to.
Donovan tilted his head back and let out a hearty laugh, the blue mist happily swirling around his legs. "God, this feels amazing!" he cackled.