A sight of green light. That was the first thing I remembered when I woke up. A flash a green and the warmth of moving blood running through my veins. The feeling of being alive, the feeling of being risen from the dead.

I opened my eye, my vision blurred. The light hurt my sight, as I was not to use to it. I had no idea where I was, hearing distant voices that I could not recognize. I was so confused, a feeling of light-headedness coming on.

And then I moved, my body was moving on its own. Wait, why am I moving? I did not want this! Stop!

But I could not stop, I did not possess the ability to control myself. What was going on? I felt myself become light like air, going through the wall and entering another room. There were three...aliens inside it, all strange and unusual with unnatural colors of skin on their bodies.

Blues, reds, and violets. Few monochrome grays and black veins.

There was a female child, I think, and two adults, one female and one male. The elder female went up to the younger one, giving her some strange object and told her to put it next to her ear. The girl smiled, nodding her head as she did just that, the elder one walking off.

"...Loser...loser..."

I was whispering, approaching her slowly as her whole body stiffened with fear. This voice...was mine, yet it was not at the same time. I did not want to say that. I laughed liked I was amused, but I felt nothing. If anything, I felt angered by it. But why? My head began to ache...

"...Ben?"

The girl turned to face me, her green gaze meeting mine.

Ben? Who was Ben? Was that me? No...it wasn't. That is not my name. Who is 'Ben?'

"See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!"

This 'Ben' persona laughed again, leaving his dumbfounded cousin behind as he went though the wall, using my body.

Wait...cousin?

How did I know that? Gwen? Grandpa Max, Aunt Vera? What are these names that are appearing in my mind? Who are these faces?

"Now...there's got to be something fun to do around here..."

Fun? What was going on?

I wanted to do something, I wanted to lash out and get in control, but something was blocking me. Something was holding me back, taking away my energy...

'Ben' glanced around the area, this outside world with bright sunlight and white...homes, I suppose they were. But I did not pay attention to my surroundings, for I was looking for something.

No...Ben was looking for something.

His thoughts, his wants...they were merging into my thoughts and wants. Was this Ben even real? Was I even real? My confusion, me being unable to distinguish what was real and imaginary, was frustrating.

Suddenly, I felt Ben grow excited, him levitating my body over to some sort of machine. He forced me to sit in it, drive the contraption as if I was supposed to get some sort of entertainment from it.

What a waste of time.

I longed to stop myself from doing these things, I longed to get Ben out of my head! A scent went past my nose, and before I could react, Ben rushed over towards it.

"Ooh, pie!"

Ben was about to grab it when he noticed there was an old woman trying to swat a fly in her kitchen.

Fly? Kitchen? More words that I somehow know...

A moment passed, I believe it was a moment, and the fly flew up to the ceiling, settling itself up there. The old woman looked up, jumped to where she was clinging to the ceiling and ate the fly. When she did that, Ben gasped and flinched back, the woman getting back to the ground and cracking her neck.

"No way! Ninja old people!"

Ben sounded scared, his emotions growing wild. Fear, excitement, a sense of adventure... Some of these emotions I do not think he knows he has. But I do, I can sense them, feel them as if they are my own. And they could very well be, as our thoughts seem to intertwine further together with each passing moment.

Freaked out, Ben saw another elderly human and began to follow him. A flash of memory went through my mind, where the old man through a window gave an animalistic roar and glared straight at Ben.

Or me.

Ben followed the old man down the street, where he came across a gated area. The old man stretched out his legs to get pass it, his limbs stretchy and flexible like a galvanic mechamorph's. Ben made me go through the gate, watching him closely.

"This place just gets weirder and weirder..."

Beep, beep, beep!

The sound of a timer echoed in my ears. I can feel myself losing consciousness...

N-no!

I cannot go back, I've only just woken up! Anything but going back, even if I am trapped within someone else! I panicked, because I feared what was about to come. But the fear was only instinctual, for I could not remember what I was afraid of, and the more I tried to figure it out the more lighted-headed I became...

In a matter of seconds, the timer went out and a red light passed through my vision, Ben's persona dominating my own as my consciousness left the waking world...

Darkness.

Absence of warmth.

Absence of light and touch.

I can sense myself floating in some sort of empty, closed in space, a place where I cannot feel my body and control my movements. I can no longer sense Ben's presence, and without it, I feel less alive. No longer did I have steady thought patterns and feelings, they came inconsistently and at random. I could barely comprehend myself being conscious, but unlike before, I could not go back to sleep.

I am awake now.

Ben, whoever he was, had awaken me inside my prison that was trying to contain me. And soon I was going to get my answers, I was going to get them through Ben...

I was going to find my way out.