Chapter 1: Enter, Insanity

IT'S HERE! Alright people, my sequel to "Midnight Dawn," and also to "Acursed Jinx". I've been planning this since the end of November 2013, and I've known I was going to post it on my thirteenth birthday this year. So, I'm thirteen now, and here's chapter one people!

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He felt sick. Not the kind of sick that says you're going to throw up, though.

No. The kind of insane sick. The kind that says something like, "I'm gonna murder you," kind of sick. That was how he felt right now, and he had no idea why.

That was how Hart Tenjo felt right now.

It was so strange. He couldn't place it, where it came from why it was there. Hart couldn't understand why he felt like this. It had first occurred about five days after Kite had bitten his arm. Of course, he remained a vampire, but Hart and Dextra had been totally fine with that.

They'd expected it, actually. What they hadn't expected, however, was for Hart to start to feel the way he did. The boy felt like he was going to honestly, actually murder the next person he saw. Something was inside him, telling him to do it. Like a devil on the inside of him.

Problem was, Hart didn't want to listen to this devil. He didn't want to become a killer, especially if one of the people he'd kill ended up being his brother or his closest friend. That alone was scary to think about. But on top of that, there was the thought that something else was inside him, telling him to do this horrible stuff to his friends and family.

A real, living, breathing thing was telling him to do this. And he just didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt them.

"But how do I stop it from happening?" Hart asked himself aloud. Thankfully, Kite and Dextra were not in the same room. They were outside, playing with the flowers and stuff. This left Hart alone to think about all of this. He wanted to control this so much, but he just couldn't.

He couldn't control the inner demon inside him anymore.

Hart sighed. He stood, then shook himself off. There was only one thing he could think to do that would possibly help with this problem. The blue-haired walked out the door and began to leave the property of his home. Kite blinked and looked up at him, curious of what the heck he was doing.

"Where are you going, Hart?" Kite called, continuing to stare at Hart. He turned around, meeting his older brother's gaze. Forcing a smile, he said, "I'm going to find Yuma. I won't be long."

And before Kite or Dextra could even ask, Hart was gone.

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"Let me get this straight. You're asking for my help on a situation like this? Hart, have you lost your mind?" Yuma asked, staring at the small child on his couch. Hart looked straight down. He only nodded, didn't say a word. After explaining the problem to Yuma, he'd expected him to react like this. But he also expected him to help out in any way he could, just like he usually did.

That was exactly what happened.

"Well, I suppose I can help you Hart. But I don't really know how to. Oh well, I'll figure it out somehow," Yuma said. He stood and stretched, then fell over in a clumsy motion. Hart snickered. What a klutz, he thought. Astral watched as Yuma sat up, groaning and allowing his eyes to spin for a moment. The pink and black-haired jolted up, then raced off up the stairs. Astral sighed and hovered next to Hart. He stared at him curiously.

"What is the matter, Hart?"

"Huh? What makes you think something's wrong?"

"The way you were talking earlier. Your voice was in a tone that is not normal for you. It troubles me to think about it."

Hart hesitated. Should he tell Astral? The spirit probably couldn't tell many people. He was only seen by a certain few. But then again, that's a few more that could tell more people. Eventually, this would all find its way back to Kite.

Maybe if he made him promise...

"You have to swear not to tell anyone else."

"What about Yuma?"

"He already knows. No one else, especially Kite. Got that?"

"Understood."

"Okay. I feel like there's another presence inside me. Almost like a demon that wants complete control over me. And this presence wants me to do...bad...things..."

"What sort of bad things?"

"Things like kill people. I'm scared, Astral, which is why I came to Yuma. He's been through a lot. I was hoping he might know what's wrong."

"I would not have the utmost faith in Yuma, if I were you. He does not always know what he is talking about when it comes to things like this."

"That's not always true, though." Hart sighed and stood up. He walked to the door, ready to leave. Astral eyed him curiously. He wondered just what the kid planned on doing about this.

But he hoped it wasn't anything horrid, either.

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Worse. That was the only word Hart could think of that described what was going on. It was getting worse.

Much, much worse.

Now, he was hearing a voice inside his head. It was like his, but it was a little deeper than his. The demon, Hart had guessed, was smart enough to try and communicate. Unfortunately for Hart, it wasn't a pleasant communication.

You know you can't ignore me forever.

I don't care what you say. I can do whatever I want. You can't control me.

Trust me, you'll soon find yourself to be wrong. Very wrong.

Yeah right!

Hart managed to drown out the rest of what this...this thing said to him. He knew what it was doing. It was trying to persuade him to become the killer it wanted. Hart refused. He let out a low growl, then shook his head angrily.

Stop denying it Hart. Just accept it! I am you, you are me. Get over it.

I don't know who you are. I don't want to know, either. Quite frankly, I just want you to go away.

Well I hate to disappoint...wait, no I don't. I love to disappoint. That isn't going to happen, what you want. It will never happen. I can never leave you.

Hart gasped. Now that listened more closely, he could hear a major difference in this voice. It wasn't deeper. No, it was just echoing, making it sound deeper. In reality, it was actually a little higher than Hart's was. He was stunned. This wasn't just a demon, lurking inside him.

No. It was a female demon.

Who are you?! What do you want?!

I am you, little Hart. And I want to basically conquer this world. Join me, and maybe I'll allow you to live.

Never! Now answer me, who are you exactly? You can't just be me!

Clever boy. You're correct. My name is Hannah. You could say I'm like a genderbent, evil version of you. Something like that, anyway.

You're something, alright.

Quiet. When I gain enough power, I will take control of your body and I will conquer this world. I can promise you that.

I'll never let you!

We'll see about that.

A stinging pain made its way through Hart. He tried to cry out or scream or...anything, but no sound came. Hannah had blocked his voice off. Hart lifted his hand shakily and ran it slowly across the scar on his arm from Kite's bite. He gasped, realizing how this was happening. The bite may not have killed him, but it had placed an evil side in him. Hart gulped as he felt himself go limp, then gasped when he realized he no longer controlled his own arms or legs. Though he could still see, it didn't help.

He was no longer in control. It was like a living nightmare. Hart couldn't believe it. But it was true, and now official when he found himself to be cackling without his doing. Now, it was nothing but true.

Hannah had taken over.