Pit of Black Hearts Pt. 5 of 7 (Paper Entry) {Read Only, OOC Comments and Questions are Welcome}
Leaving Lust couldn't come fast enough. My feet lead me to another chamber filled with mirrors. I hate mirrors just as much as I hate clocks. Both have their uses but too many can be a nuisance. If memory serves me correctly, this is the chamber of Pride. I have to admit that Pride and Vanity are the same thing but travel along different paths and both are often substituted for one another. In my case, it would be Pride than Vanity.
Being in this chamber reminded me just how easily one can fall prey to this farce. Neither force nor fallacy could prevent the average person from falling victim to such a sin. Yet here, I stand among the mirrors and it was here are that I met the one wearing purple. To make it worse, his eyes were purple too.
He walked through the mirror just as anyone would walk through a door. My toughest fight yet, and here I stand. A little more of my soul is worn away as I face these sins. My innocence has been tested. I'm far from innocent. I've harmed people despite that it wasn't deliberate...well maybe, and now I have to face the one that caused it all.
He pushed me rather hard against the glass. The impact of my body cracked the mirror from side to side and a nice spider web was left from the pressure. Pride waved a finger at me in a mocking gesture. "Tsk tsk, seven years bad luck," he cooed. I couldn't tell which was worse, Lust or Pride. I hated them both equally.
I pooled all I had left to gather my strength to hit the one that had my face in the face. I heard glass crack when he turned his head to face me and it was then that his eyes turned a deep blue. I knew I was in trouble. The impact of my fist was visible on his face and he yelled as he delivered a hard punch to my gut. I doubled over in pain. Oh, it hurt a lot. He then grabbed my collar and forced me hard against another mirror as he sneered. "You're weak. You're nothing more than a little boy trapped in that body and you don't know a thing about the power you possess. You're weak and pathetic. Constantly you cower against yourself. What are you so afraid of? Falling in love? Sex? Power? Any man would kill to have what you possess and yet you hide behind your innocent smile."
My eyes nearly popped from my skull at this revelation. How can this be possible? Was Pride right? Was I hiding? No, I can't let this one get to me. I had to win. I have my father, Charlie, my Oompa Loompas and so many others depending on me to prevail. I steeled my resolve and lifted my knee to deliver a blow to Pride's gut. He doubled over and I grabbed the material of his purple jacket to send him through the mirror. The moment he turned to face me, I saw blood. It was thick and very dark. Yes, I found his weakness. The mirrors themselves were a part of him and I decided to smash them as I ran.
Between the grappling and blows, I broke a mirror. "You're not going to win. I won't let you!" I called out. There must have been a thousand mirrors here. Each one left a cut on his face and body. The battle was tiring and very hard. It was a bit too physical for me and yet I couldn't allow him to beat me. Again he mocked, "You'll die a pathetic man," his bloodied and battered face sneered. I wasn't without my share of cuts.
It took all I had to grab a large shard of glass and ran him through with his own vanity. "Sorry, I have no intentions to die today," I said as he came at me. The mirrors that were left standing shattered as if a bomb had gone off and I ducked from the shimmering shards that glittered and skipped about.
Once the glass settled and his body shattered along with them, I saw the door. Quickly I ran through it and to my next test. Two more to go and I'm already feeling exhaustion.