CHAPTER FOUR
Closing the door behind her, the Hyperbrain shrugged off her jacket and backpack, letting them fall to the floor, then let her gaze wander over the interior of the bedroom. Aware of Harvey's obsession with planes, the Hyperbrain was left dumbfounded at the amount of memorabilia that the boy had purchased over the years, which was now all within his bedroom.
From posters of different fighter planes to a whole desk and ceiling dedicated to models of small coloured planes, the whole collection was grating on the Hyperbrain's nerves. Although she wanted to get rid of the entire lot, she knew that she had to 'keep up appearances' thus, she left the memorabilia untouched and sat down on the bed.
The state of the room screamed stereotypical teenager. There was a pile of clothes strewn on the floor, and dirty bowls and cups clustered together by the door. The bed she sat on was unmade and the Hyperbrain held her nose as she spied a half-eaten cheese sandwich rotting away in the bin. Attempting not to gag, the Hyperbrain examined the collage of photographs stuck on the wall above the bed. The majority of them were of Harvey and his girlfriend, but several contained the other members of his group, 'SPLAT.'
Gaze landing onto the bedside cabinet, the Hyperbrain sighed in irritation at the mess. Yet, amongst the mess, were two framed photographs that caught her attention. The first was of the boy, his siblings and his parents, and the second was of Harvey and Ingrid Smith again, but both looked younger and were clad in a green uniform.
The Hyperbrain concluded that the time era of the photograph was a couple of years ago, judging by their ages and the uniform was customary to the school called 'St Champions', which the Hyperbrain understood that Harvey, along with the rest of his group, had hated for numerous reasons.
Before setting her sights onto the wardrobe, one last item spiked her interest.
A worn and tattered teddy bear lay on the pillow, and the Hyperbrain could not conceal her sneer at the sight of such a childish toy. From what she had acknowledged, the boy had had this toy since birth, but she was mystified as to why he had not thrown it away. At the age of fourteen, teddy bears were items of the past, or so she presumed.
Moving onto the wardrobe, the Hyperbrain opened up both doors and proceeded to examine the contents within. Curling her lip, the Hyperbrain thought to herself:
'All the boy has is sports clothing. This shall not do. As long as I am in this body, I will dress it smartly."
The Hyperbrain huffed as one of her fair coloured bangs ended up covering her right eye. She flicked the bang away and stepped up to the full length mirror positioned next to the wardrobe. Upon deciding that the hairstyle had to be given the chop, the Hyperbrain stared at herself in the mirror.
Her new face was round and friendly, the innocence in the chocolate brown eyes and the warmth, clear to see. At a closer look at the hairstyle, the Hyperbrain cringed. It was definitely time for a change. The stained jeans and black Adidas top she currently wore, would be staying in the wardrobe, but the rest of the clothes within, barring the one suit the boy had, would soon be heading towards the bin.
She wanted to keep the current clothes as a reminder of the day she possessed Harvey Hunter…
Suddenly, she smiled to herself as she turned round, her back towards the mirror. Her fingers swarmed through the hair covering the back of her neck, parting the locks away until her fingertips brushed the cold metal of the data chip. Craning her head round so that she was facing the mirror again, the Hyperbrain glanced at the now visible data chip, her smile widening in triumph.
A few moments passed, before the Hyperbrain let go of her hair and watched the locks fall back into place, her hair effectively concealing the data chip from view. Pivoting one hundred and eighty degrees, the Hyperbrain ruffled her hair in distaste, when suddenly, she was flung off of her feet and catapulted back onto her bed.
Her vision in contact with the strung up air models dotted ceiling, the Hyperbrain writhed widely, feeling something inside of her. From the very depths of her vessel, emerged a weak voice, and the Hyperbrain sneered as Harvey finally made his return.
Continuing to writhe as the pathetic boy attempted to take control back over his body, the Hyperbrain summoned all of her power and strength, and managed to repel the boy, casting him back into the depths of darkness.
The short struggle over, the Hyperbrain ceased writhing and rolled her neck, sighing happily. She then sat up, and smirked at the mirror. As her eyes glowed green, she hissed at her reflection:
"You will never beat me, Harvey James Hunter. This body is MINE now, and soon enough, you will accept that. Give up, little boy."
The Hyperbrain peeled her lips back, and began to chuckle darkly, the robotic laugh reverberating around the bedroom.