Everything stopped.

Time had been slowed, locking onto the fear that clawed at your chest. Watching your beloved writhe in burning orange chains, grasping and clawing at the hijacking core like an animal clawing at their cage.

Horror took over the fear in your bones, your feet failing you and causing you to collapse, tears falling freely from your face. You reach a quivering hand out, watching your very own lover fall to onto his arms, his core a once comforting hue of purple fade to a sickening, malicious orange.

That wasn't Cinema anymore. It was someone far more sinister, something not even you could utter it from your lips. "Watchman of Doom."

Was his new name. Not the beloved you once knew, not the lover you once cherished and he, loved back. No, he knew nothing of this anymore. He rose to his feet, a menacing and stiff stance. He turned, the hijacked core aimed for an innocent cameraman, incinerating the unit effortlessly with a small burst of energy.

And slowly, his gaze landed upon your petite form, his soulless broken screen burning into your form. After being given a sinister smirk from The Duchess whom stood beside him, he made his way towards you. Slow, meticulously planned steps.

But you, were frozen. Too scared to realize that your own lover wasn't there anymore. And he was headed right for you.