Chapter 7- Possession

Glen had no answer for it; he left the room before a more questions could be asked. He felt his gut feel like it was on fire, a new feeling flooded his mind as he tried to resist it. Anger… resentment… bitterness… it began to take over him. "Glen, you ok?" Matt asked as he placed his hand onto Glen's shoulder.

Instantly it was slapped away. "Stay the hell away from me brat!"

Startled to his own tone, Glen calmed himself down. "Oh God Matt… I'm sorry I didn't mean it honest!"

The words just burst out of him, stunning both men. "Glen… that… wasn't your voice"

His body began to shake as Glen stared at his hands, "Matt… something's wrong with me!" he found himself running from the young Hardy boy, he rushed to his hotel room and locked the door. "What's happening to me!" Glen cried aloud as his skin went pale, a voice cackled through his lips.

"You haven't figured it out… have you?"

The voice, it was the same as the stranger's from the bar. "Who the hell are you… what do you want with me?" Glen demanded as he felt his body contract in agony.

"My name is Kratos, and you have the body I want… My wife as taken that of yours, we are going to be a father, my daughter… is to be reborn… thanks to you and your woman… but… my wife and I much rather raise her our way…"

"Your taking over my body? Who the hell do you think you are!"

"I AM THE GOD OF WAR AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!" the voice yelled back. "You have friends that I can hurt easily… very easily… I know all about them Glen Jacobs. You either host me, or they all die!"

Glen tried to fight back this… creature or whatever the hell invaded him. Yet found himself losing ground, he couldn't regain control of himself. He watched his arms and legs become possessed, his whole body tuned against him, his mind… faded away as Kratos took control. A contorted smile came over him. Glen was gone… Kratos was in control.

"Such emotion of friendship is nothing, only that of commitment to a woman and family is what matters… pity you didn't learn that sooner…"

Rising from the floor, Kratos went to the mirror and inspected his body; the muceal was starting to return. His skin was pale but not as pale as before as the markings were fully developed and bold. He kept staring at his wrists. The chains that had cursed him were no longer riddled onto his arms, Kratos felt like a free man.

The hotel door opened. "Glen? You ok man?" called Matt Hardy. A sick grin came over Kratos as he went out to 'greet' his sudden guest. He emerged from the bathroom and stared at the young Hardy boy. "You had me worried Glen!"

"Oh you should be worried for yourself!"

The voice… Matt backed away into the door he tried to open it yet his hands kept fiddling with the knob. "Glen? Are you still in there?"

"Smart child to see I am not who you think I am, what gave it away?" he questioned.

"Your voice, you sound nothing like my friend!" Matt snapped back. "Let him go!"

Kratos laughed aloud. "I rather like this body, a few more improvements and it's all mine, besides my daughter is returning to me. I regain the family I lost, no one… not even you… is going to stop me!" he said venomously.

Matt grew bolder as he stood ready to fight; his fists were up as he dared Kratos to come forward. "I'll fight you to get my friend back. Come on! You and me one on one!"

Kratos snickered at first before he burst out laughing at the Matt. "I've fought every beast known to man, I have vanquished Gods and the weavers of fate… what makes you think a pathetic excuse of a warrior like you is going to stop me?" he demanded.

"Well, now that you put it that way…" Matt began to say as he inched closer, he nailed Kratos between the legs with a firm kick. "Sorry Glen!" he muttered before running from the room.

Kratos dropped like a rock, but knew he had to get out of the hotel… he had to ensure his daughter's rebirth was going according to plan… he needed to get back to the loom chamber and fast!