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Disclaimer: Beyond: Two Souls belongs to Quantic Dream. The only thing belonging to me in this fanfic is the writing.

Introduction

The Party

Two doors stood ahead of her, two decisions she could make. None satisfied her heart. There wasn't too much time to think either, who knew when those jerks could come out again? Her options were to flee or to feast on sweet revenge. Not that she knew a lot about revenge anyway. It was hardly the course of action she would choose in a normal situation, but this was far from that. Her cheeks were stained with dry tears that wanted to keep escaping from her eyes, burning her knotted throat and worsening the sickness of her stomach. She had tried beer and weed in order to fit in. She had experienced her first kiss, regretfully. Rushed into a life that was not hers, rushed into romance and illusions, and all she got in return was humiliation. Was there some twisted lesson she needed to learn from all this? Should she give up all her hopes of having a normal life? Were normal lives worth living anyway? She couldn't find any fun in being around judgmental pricks. Were common humans supposed to be like that?

"Too much thinking, Jodie." She mentally told herself "Make a choice now!"

Aiden also seemed anxious. The energy surrounding her was tense, the air dense, and her emotions too sad to be generating such a vivid reaction on her surroundings. This was definitely Aiden's doing. He was raging furious. Through the tether connecting them, she could feel his desire to strangle people, especially Matt, the British boy that kissed her. However, he was not moving. He seemed to be merely floating beside her, containing his outrage and murderous impulses and waiting for her instructions. And regardless of the stressful situation, the pain and shame clawing at her heart, she felt proud of him.

"Aiden," she whispered, knowing that he could hear her perfectly well "if I unleash you on them, could you promise not to kill anyone?"

She felt the tether tremble with both excitement and fury, and knew there was nothing her spectral friend wanted more than to murder them all. But the shaking stopped suddenly, and cold air brushed against her ear, as if he was whispering back. She heard something, a noise, or perhaps a rumble, or a breeze. She couldn't make out words, if there were any, but she could feel the meaning. He was saying a faint yes, a reluctant but affirmative promise. In her mind, she pictured a male voice pronouncing the word, and wondered if Aiden's voice would sound like that if he were human. Not that it mattered, to be honest. He had reassured her. Her decision was obvious now. She locked her eyes on the double doors that led to the party, if it could be called that.

"Go, Aiden." She said, excitement washing over her now. Was she feeling… better?

He didn't need to be told twice. Aiden rushed into the room, locking all the doors and windows before hovering over the teenagers sitting around the cake. They were so puny, so useless, so arrogant, but so freaking fragile. If he hadn't promised Jodie he wouldn't kill anyone, he would have already started choking them to death. Nobody messed with Jodie and left unpunished, he had made sure of that along the years. Like that kid hurting her because of a stupid snowball fight, or like her so called father. He wasn't gentle in nature; he didn't feel bound to moral principles or ethics. Jodie's gentleness was the only goodness he bore in his heart for default, if he had a heart at all that is. Not being sure of what you are allows you to never contemplate limits you haven't tested yet, nor attribute yourself qualities you aren't sure you have. The truth about yourself is what you have seen and felt, no need to compare yourself to your fellows, because there are not equals to compare with that you know of. That's why Aiden never assumed he was too much of a demon to be good, too much of an angel to be bad, too much like Jodie to be himself, or too much of himself to do what Jodie wanted. He just did was pleased him. And the majority of time, making Jodie happy pleased him.

This was not one of those times, though. The blonde boy, Matt, was smugly smirking while flirting with the girl with the glasses. What was her name again? He didn't care. He was going to make sure they paid. When Aiden made the cake explode, he could have been wearing an evil grin if he had been human.

Behind the door, Jodie saw the doorknobs turn, but the doors wouldn't budge. The guys were trying to leave, but Aiden had trapped them there, probably to scare them more. Had she taken the right decision? Could she call Aiden back if he crossed the line? She suspected not. A dark thought crossed her head: What if she didn't mind if Aiden overdid it? Her heart clenched, but a voice in the back of her head chuckled. Was she enjoying the thought? No, it was not possible, she was not a bad person, she had not been raised to have such evil wants, she was not like the kids that picked on her, and she definitely was not going to hurt anybody on purpose. Yet when she broke away from her thoughts, deeply troubled by them still, she found herself more disturbed by what was happening inside the room. Through her connection with Aiden she could see vaguely what he was seeing, and what she saw was a scary scene. The guys were all screaming, trying to open the windows to escape, and Aiden was throwing furniture at them.

"Aiden, that's enough," she said. "I think they got the message"

Aiden simply ignored her. He wasn't done having fun with the tiny idiots. They weren't even crying yet, just ridiculously screaming, as if it was going to help them somehow. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy their yells of fear, but he wanted more. He wanted tears to strike their eyes, just like Jodie's had. When the girl called Jen was knocked out by the table he had slammed into her, he felt better than ever.

"Stop! Aiden, please, stop that!" Jodie yelled, but he wasn't listening. She had to watch him launch an armchair at Steven's head to knock him out too, and burst the glass of the window Kristen was trying to open, sending sharp glass pieces like daggers to her face, miraculously not injuring her severely, all the while begging him to stop this madness and trying to pry open the doors. He had promised he wouldn't kill them, and she trusted his word! "Aiden, please, you promised!" She started crying again, just as a knife buried itself in Matt's shoulder, while the curtains had started to burn.

When Aiden sensed Jodie's tears, he knew he had crossed the line. The blonde boy was shrieking in pain, the girl with glasses was crying and shaking while hiding under a shelf, and Kristen was kneeling on the ground, also crying and covering her slightly bleeding face with her hands, while the fire was licking the ceiling. They weren't dead, he hadn't broken his promise, but he had made Jodie cry again. Why couldn't she simply enjoy the revenge he was giving her? No, she always had to be good hearted. She wouldn't be Jodie if she wasn't the sweetest human in the world despite how people treated her.

He unlocked the doors and windows to let the teenagers flee, and they did, passing beside Jodie who had moved to the front of the house. She didn't want to see the estate the room had been left in. She wiped her tears, and felt Aiden presence around her, his attitude changed. She could tell he was not happy. Nathan and Kristen's mother would arrive any second, and she knew she was going to get scolded. How would she look at the woman's face again? She had caused her house to burn down!

"I need to get out of here." She mumbled, but was heard by the coughing Matt near her. His shoulder was bleeding badly, and he was covered in black stains, probably from the fire.

"Go and kill yourself, fucking monster!" He yelled in between coughs.

That did it. She felt the change in the air the moment Aiden's control snapped. A chilling wind foretelling death froze the teenager's bones, as Matt's body was slammed into a passing car, Nathan's car. She only had time to scream a terrified "NO!" before she witnessed the boy's skull fracturing the car's windscreen, blood starting to pool on the bonnet. Nathan pulled the brakes, and Kristen's mother's car crashed into his. She saw the woman's airbag popping out, but Matt's body didn't let her see Nathan.

Aiden felt empowered like never before. He was concerned about Nathan, but he seemed alive. The boy's blood coloring the car and the street in red was a sight he would never forget. This was his first kill.

Well, that's it, the first chapter, the intro. Please leave a review your opinion, advice, constructive critics, anything will make me happy :)