Narcissus brought his blade back and prepared another swing. The pits that took the place of his eyes seemed to be aimed towards Elsa. He knew he was going to win. He always did. He had never lost. Except against himself. He no longer sent mental messages to Elsa. He stepped forward with one pointing toward Elsa and one hand on his sword, trusting it towards Elsa. He was just playing now. He could force her to impale herself on his blade if he wanted to.
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Alex kept weeping. His tears falling off of his face and gloves onto the floor. Staining the now completely white world. The tears slowly materializing to create a person. Himself, but he would not see it. His duplicate had kicked him in the back.
 "Hey, Dumbass, get up." He had the same shape as him, he was more like a shadow with his lack of actual features though. Alex slowly got up on his feet.
"... Whats the point?" Alex asked. 
"Because Elsa's in some deep shit Sherlock." The shadow replied. Alex didn't like how this guy talked. But it was him. A more sarcastic mean side of him. But it was the part of him he needed now more then any other. Alex looked around him. "How would i get out of here?" Alex asked.
"What is the only way of escape in your mind?" The shadow asked, slightly less sarcastic and serious. 
"..." Alex already knew, this was something of his own making set in motion by someone else. He knew what he thought was the only real escape.
He manifested a black knife and stabbed himself repeatedly as he slowly regained consciousness in the real world. 
His hand moved a bit and he opened his eyes a bit wider, He examined hi surroundings quickly and realized what the problem was.