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His eyes burned, that was the first thing he recalled as he woke up. Red Eyes Virus. He couldn’t recall the symptoms a distorted blur around the edge of them. Still he rubbed his palms into his eyes. You got sick, then you, then you fell? You died? He removed his hands scrambling to look around and figure out where he was.

It still didn’t come to him, the image of red butterflies however did scratch the edge of his mind. A voice, a noise, he scrambled to his feet looking behind him.

< Sylvia? >

<< I’m here. But…. where are we? >>

He could only shrug as he started to walk backwards eyes watching the darkness. The world shifted, he was in a room, stark white, a table in the middle with surveys about something called Dorothy. He turned around. A window, a crystal in the middle of a city? He didn’t belong here, this wasn’t the Island.

He turned again. A shadow, a hungry image of himself moving forward as it melted away revealing himself, but, different. Bug like wings unfolding from behind a purple tattered scarf that looked more like a pathetic cloak. Golden eyes, massive in the the small head as a bone tipped scythe appeared in his hands.

”I’m going to be taking over now,” the shadow whispered, the sound of a hundred angry bugs making up his voice. “We will become reality and you will simply cease to be.”

Roland yelped stumbling backwards, Sylvia flashing into existence, the cool blue metal glowing faintly yellow in his hands from the runes running along it.

“I’m not going to be some kind of experiment for you, you sick freaky monster!” Roland got his footing below him and took a step forward bringing his scythe around as Rohim paused, cocking his head at the sudden outburts.

“You’ll be wh-” the line was cut off in a confused buggish whine as Roland sent the shadow of himself tumbling sideways with the blow. It was a solid hit and one that would surely put him ahead now. Still it wasn’t enough to put Rohim down who quickly got up on his hands and knees before leaping like a deranged animal lashing out with his scythe as he did.

“RUDE, RUDE, RUDE! TINY HUNTERS ALWAYS CAUSING TROUBLE!”

To prove his point Rohim dropped his weapon, leapt across the empty space pinning Roland to the ground. “I WILL HAVE YOU HUNTER.” He buzzed with rage as he grabbed Roland by the head bashing the poor hunters skull against the ground beneath him. For Roland the world began to spin as his head cracked the ground bouncing up again for the Horsemen only to catch it and slam him down again.