I got to my room. My face was pale white as I remembered what happened to me that night. The pain of a thousand deaths ran through my mind and each one sent a chill through my body. I was afraid that I would do something like that again. I could still feel the force dwelling within me and I wouldn't need the ring to transform me.
How many people had I killed? I didn't know, but there numbers seemed endless as I could replay their deaths within myself, even down to their thoughts as they tried to run.
It was too much, I couldn't allow myself to transform again. I tried to get the ring to remove this thing from inside of me but nothing happened.
I went through the night trying to figure a way out as the force within me grew stronger. It wanted to take over again to rob people of their lives. I was the Grim Reaper, but I was different. I could steal people's souls but I didn't care who I killed, or whether they were meant to die or not.
I resisted as best I could but with every moment that went by I could feel it grow stronger and even start to push me out.