Take That!

- Kahlil's POV -

A year huh? Just last night it was 2016, and now it's 2017. Under the new morning skies of the year, I was staring up at the ceiling, wondering what to do. I can't make new goals, can't do anything when I'm being watched from every corner. But ... it'll be over soon. Very soon infact. A smile appeared on my face as I sit up from my bed. I stared down at the galaxy patterns on my blanket, pressing my finger over one of the planets. I looked up at my clock, seeing that it's 9 o'clock in the morning. I glanced over at my door, eyeing it a bit. Do I ... greet ... my parents ...? I should since they decided to be a proper family this time around. Though ... it's making me suspicious of them.

I stood up from my bed, walking over to my dresser. I looked over at the pride flag I had in a cup holder. I leaned on my dresser and picked it up. ... When I say my parents are doing something fishy ... I think I mean it. I mean, I know it'll take a while for them to accept this new decision they made. It just ... seemed forced. I don't want my hopes to be down and I hope everything that they made on their own was on their minds. Because if it wasn't ... I grip the dresser tightly before placing the pride flag back in its place. I think I'm going to talk to "Mr. know-it-all" or "Mr. stuck-up," about it.

It's not normal to see me worry about my parents, though... I do love them dearly, even if they think of me differently. I'm ... slowly warming up to them a bit. I stood up straight from the dresser and looked at it before changing into some fresh clothes. I threw my old ones in the laundry basket. I walked around my room before going out of the door the next. I closed my door and walked through the hallways slowly. I eyed the doors I pass before halting in the living room. "Good morning, Son." I turned my head over to my father's voice, staring at him with an unsure expression.

"Hi." I said.

"Your mother is making breakfast in the kitchen." He said, staring down at the newspaper puzzle he was solving. I kept my mouth shut before glancing over at the kitchen arch. I hesitated before walking over and into the room. I spotted some plates that were set up as I watched my mother fill them with the breakfast she made. I stared at her before taking a step back. ... I don't ... feel safe here. I looked over at the door to leave the house, wanting to make a run for it. I glanced back at my mom as soon as she turned around to greet me. "Good morning, Tri. How did you sleep?"

"Good." I answered, managing a small smile.

"That's good, I made some breakfast for us to enjoy together." She said, making me eye her speech. Usually, she would say something along the lines of, 'make sure to get some before you head out.' Maybe ... she wanted me to sit with my dad? I'm not sure.

"... Okay." I said, glancing at the door again.

"How about today, we all discuss what we'll be doing this year." She suggested oddly. I glanced back at her, dropping my smile as I become a bit wary.

"... Now?" I asked.

"Yes, now. You can leave the house later, or maybe never-" She paused on her speech, making me widen my eyes. I backed out of the kitchen and away from it. Yeah, I'm leaving. Shit, shit- why. WHY?I glared up at the door. Why did you use my parents against me? They ...- I swear they didn't grab ...- they ... didn't. I halted by the door, grabbing the knob and opening it before getting stabbed in my side. I hissed and pushed my mom away from me. I tried to eye what she had in her hand, though my vision quickly begins to fade away before I could figure out what. My limbs began to give up as I collapsed onto the porch, fading into this forced slumber.

"When are you going to wake up, Hm?"

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at my surroundings. I stared at the floor before quickly locating where I was. I was sitting on the floor, my hands freed and my ankles too. I looked confused before glancing up at a yellow blur. I narrowed my eyes and glanced away. "Finally." I widened my eyes a bit, turning towards the voice. That isn't the same voice I heard from before. Where am I? I ... I remember ... getting stabbed with something that put me to sleep ... Wait. No. No no no, I'm not back. I'm not back at that place!

"Aww, seeing you panic makes me want to hug you deeply~" I heard the country accented voice say. I glared up at where it was coming up, grumbling slightly. "I wished we could have stayed together."

"No, thank you." I hissed, staring at the void. I couldn't see anything in this room, making me think there was no light in here. I looked up to see if I could see the yellow light again, though it was gone. I sighed and looked down, feeling the surface again.

"I'm glad I can't hear you through this glass window." Gideon said. I gripped the floor tightly before getting up on my own. I walked around, trying to feel the wall. "Already trying to escape? Aww... I actually wanted to have some fun time with you!"

I ignored the voice once I touched the wall. Though, I flinched back when I felt something sharp. I blinked before backing away and searched for the other part of the wall. I did, but they all felt sharp. It was like I was in some ... experiment ... no- no no, no. I can't. I'm not here. I know I'm not. This is just another fucking nightmare. All of what my parents did was a lie. It was fake.

"But it wasn't." I heard the demonic voice again, turning towards it. There it is again, talking to me. Why is it here? Why is it back? "That part was real."

"Stop talking to me!" I hissed, turning around to face it.

"Oh boy ... when are you going to accept the fact that you can't get rid of me?" It said. I stopped before frowning a bit. I sat down on the ground, glancing at the floor.

"Probably never." I said.

"But you know. You should know you can't ignore me. I am a part of your powers, I am a part of the real you." It said, coming closer.

"... What is your deal? Are you trying to convince me to accept you again?" I asked, placing my arms in my lap. A nightmare with my inner voice. Nice, I love it.

"What's the point if your going to decline it in the future?" It said. Soon I was seeing the same yellow light in the corner of my eyes, behind me.

"Then what are you here for?" I asked.

"Tri, Tri, Tri, You know I'm always here. Should I call you something else besides that?" It said.

"No thanks, I don't like the name you suggest." I said, turning my stare into a glare.

"But it's the-"

"Shut up. It's not the real me and you know it!" I hissed, snapping my head around to glare at the yellow light. It was medium-sized as it flickers whenever it talks.

"It used to be." It said.

"And now it's not. I rather not go that way either." I hissed, keeping my hostility up.

"You rather not go good either! So why not? Nothing stopping you!" It said. "You have the powers in your hands to do what you please. You can change the world if you want, hell control some of it while your at it!"

"Isn't that what you want?" I said.

"... Yes. I do. I'm just trying to take back what I lost." It said, hearing anger in its voice.

"As always. Are you a nightmare or are you real?" I asked, glancing at it as I ease my glare.

"You know I'm always real, Tri." It said.

"Just making sure." I said, looking away.

"So, what are we going to do? Burn down this place and destroy everything within it?" It asked excitement rose within its voice.

"... We're at a different place, aren't we?" I asked.

"You should know when you got us knocked out." It said.

"I didn't get us knocked out! Why am I saying you're a part of me?!" I hissed, glaring at the light again.

"Because I am. You cannot-"

"I get it ..." I grumbled.

"So. What are you going to do?" It asked.

"... Get out of here." I said.

"Are you going to freeze up like last time?" It asked.

"... Probably." I mumbled, looking away from the light.

"Looks like I'll be taking over for now-"

"I'm not allowing you to take over. I almost let you do that one time, and now I hated the way you did it." I said, glancing back at the light.

"Hey, at least I didn't hurt the boy's feelings!" It said.

"... Letting you take over has its risks and I don't want to ruin none of my relationships with anyone." I said.

"Why don't we fuse then?" It said. "Then you won't have to worry about me being stuck in your head."

"... I'm not taking that risk." I said, shaking my head. "I don't know what I'll be when that happens."

"We did this before, Tri. We fused for a long time until you decided to split apart." It said. "Twice actually."

"... I'm still scared as to what will happen." I said.

"I'm glad I don't have emotions to know what's going on." It said. "But if it helps, I won't get in your way of life. I'll just have to convince the next life to listen to me."

"Then you'll have to wait a long time for that." I said.

"I have waited for centuries, Kahlil. I am getting a little impatient but ... it is what it is when I didn't get strict enough." It said.

"At least, with whatever you did, karma gotcha." I snickered.

"... Don't. Make. ME. REGRET. IT." The light turned red as it got bigger. I gulped before nodding.

"Alright, we can try." I said, before watching my surroundings beginning to fade.

"Good, maybe then I can-"

"Though you won't be in full control." I said, cutting it off as I glared at it coldly before fading away from this dream.

I begin to wake up again, opening my eyes up at the ceiling. Some light was displayed as it barely lit up the room. I blinked a bit, trying to get rid of the tiredness. I slowly sat up, realizing I was on an old bed. I glanced down at it, eyeing the old tears, dirty spots, and rusted frame. I sighed before feeling something on my wrists. I looked over at them, finding out that cuffs was latched onto them. I followed the chain from it as it came from the walls beside the bed. Both of them were on my wrists as I grunted in annoyance. I can tell that this isn't the same place as before. I turned my body to sit on the edge of the bed, glancing around my surroundings.

I was in a small room; just an old bed I sat on, a countertop, and a door. The door appeared to look old, though it seems that it was magic touched to be locked. Does Gideon know that ... using magic from that amulet is going to cause him to go insane? I think he already knows, he just doesn't care for it. There were no windows, in the room, so I probably have to figure out the time myself. I sighed and rubbed my face, feeling something wet. I blinked before wiping them away.

I ... was crying...? For how long? I stared at the cuffs on my wrists, getting the hint that I probably broke down once I assumed where I was when I woke up from before. That's maybe the reason why I cannot remember those times. My mind is protecting me again. I sighed and gripped the bed tightly, feeling a rage within me rise. I hate this so much. How did I allow this to overcome me? I could have gone forward and beaten them while I was at it. How ... how did they ... break me ...? I started to feel a sense of worry and panic rose within me. Now now, let's not get into that state. My mind is already hurting from the slight pounding I have.

I flinched from the door opening slowly with an eerie tone to it. There's nothing to fear about this at all. Why are you getting all jumpy? I asked myself. Though ... I don't really have an answer to that. I scooted back a bit on the bed, glaring at the figure who decided to come and visit. "Ah. You're awake! At last. I was starting to get worried that the poison killed you." Gideon said. Poison...? You use poison to put ... me to sleep? No... no no, I know what he did now. Trying to poison me while I eat with my possessed family? Hostility arose within me like a wildfire, keeping my distance from the fool.

"Oh, don't worry, it's not like you can do anything in here." He said, closing the door as I watched the amulet from his neck glow. He soon turned towards me after he locked the door with magic. "Now ... this place was almost discovered though I doubt your friends gonna come rescue you now." He smirked.

"They will do whatever they came to do so." I said.

"But they won't. What I pulled just now, it will make them fear me even more." He said, looking all proud as he giggles. You think that kidnapping me gonna make them fear you? You are stupid for thinking that way.

"Though..." His hands turned into fists as anger appeared on his facial expressions. "What they pulled will not be acceptable! Maybe I'll just rain down the police at their place and see how they like that! But I have to know where that red-haired lives ... since ... she seems to be not under my control anymore. Well, they have one more day until you are off with the others again, then again, if Dipper does turn himself in ... we won't even let you go in the first place!"

"... That won't happen." I said quietly, fear rising within me. Stop it. It won't, I won't allow it to happen again. I don't want to get forced through this experience again.

"But it will. They're probably cowardly in fear since I have Mabel. And they don't want to do anything risky, because if they do, I'll harm her more than I once before did." He said. ... what? How ... how ... how did you get her?

"What do you mean you hurt her?" I asked. I wanted to ask the other question, though ... with how proud and ignorant he is ... he'll think I won't tell the others. I will, once I get freed. Though he probably thinks I'm sitting in my own fear, as he once saw me in.

"Wendy brought back up to try and rescue Mabel. They ended up failing when I controlled the vine thorns to keep them away. I didn't mean to severely hurt one of them, but at least that'll keep them away." He smirked. "And since they have done that, their actions fall on her." I also know he's fucking insane at this point.

"Thought you didn't want to do anything to her." I said.

"You think I care about her? Oh, she is beautiful, does keep up her beauty as the same as Pacifica. And I would love to have her by my side, however, for that to happen. I'm going to have to keep some pesty rodents away from her. No matter how much they want her back badly, I won't allow anyone to have her again. She is mine and will always be."

"You are sick." I said, disgust growing on my face.

"You may not understand it... though I thought you would-"

"You think I'm like you? I'm not fucking insane like you are." I said.

"... I should have gone full force and helped the "kidnapper" capture Dipper on that Christmas night. Maybe then, you might understand." He said, grinning devilishly.

"... That- THAT. THAT-" I stammered in my speech, realization appearing on my face.

"Yes! He must have told you that, did he not?" He said. "Was he scared? Frightened that someone wanted to capture him?"

"..." I kept my mouth shut, even if an urge within me wanted to obey him. I'm not listening to you, even if you try to force me to call you as "master." I'm not doing this shit with you anymore.

"I bet he was." He said, laughing afterward. My eyes became unhuman again as I fumed. "But then again, I was busy visiting the other victims on New Year's Eve, telling them how much their families forgot about them and no one was coming to save them. The looks on their faces were satisfying."

I kept quiet, placing my arms behind my back as I checked to see if there was a lock on the cuffs. "If you're trying to do something suspicious in front of me, oh how dumb you became over the months. Those cuffs do not have locks on them, so they'll be hard to get off." Gideon snickered.

"... Nice to know ..." I said dully.

"Aww, don't sound like that! At least you're not lying on the floor, that adds a bonus to the change." He said, holding back an laugh. I stared at him emotionlessly, waiting for him to finish.

"... Even if it happens, you know it's not going to be the same with Mabel." I said. Could I try to get him to say her location?

"She's a female. She's prone to listening to me when latches are thrown at her. Hey, maybe even the biggest toys that we'll throw at her will break her, and soon... she'll be a mindless zombie that I can control." He snickered. I held back the anger that tried appearing on my face, keeping the expressionless facade up.

"... so ... she's... with the others...?" I said, sounding my best at being sad.

"Yep and soon tomorrow, you'll be with her. Maybe I'll put you beside her, or ... Ooo I could have you watch her get tortured! But that wouldn't anger you at all, wouldn't it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"... It would ..." I said dully.

"Then ... how about I just replace Mabel with Dipper? Would making him get torture set you off?" He asked. I widened my eyes before looking down at the floor. My mind immediately ventures off to the future situation. "That is exactly what I'm going to do. Remember that severely one-" Gideon's voice faded as I couldn't hear anymore. Don't ... do not tell me...- I felt the cuffs getting removed off of me, thinking that if something was releasing me and it did.

Anger took over as my actions were beyond my control. Though ... sometimes it felt like I was making them on my own. I launched myself swiftly from the bed and over to the white-haired kid, tackling him to the ground. He looked shocked that I was able to get freed from the cuffs. He soon pushed me off, getting out a knife from his back pocket. I was about to grab him until he slammed the weapon into my arm. I seemed to not respond to the wound inflicted on me, instead, I grabbed his arm and twisted it with this inhuman strength that finally decided to kick in.

I heard him let out a painful cry as I broke his arm. I let go, grabbing the knife out of my arm, and pulled it out quickly before throwing it away somewhere. I then snatch the amulet before getting up and turned towards the door. I walked over and stared at Gideon who was bailing like a baby as he held onto his broken arm. I smirked before turning back at the door, I stared down at the amulet, I squeeze it before breaking it, causing the door to unlock itself. "MY AMULET!" I heard him say. Your magic is done and over with. I drop the remains of the amulet down on the floor. As I was making my way out of the door, I felt something on my back, near my shoulder getting injected into it. I quickly turned, seeing Gideon with a burst of anger on his face.

"YOU WILL PAY- AHHH!" He screamed when I twisted his other arm, breaking it as well. I soon pushed him down to the ground as he rolled all over the place in pain. "NO NO, NO. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!"

I grew a bit disgusted before turning away and walking my way out of this house. I heard his shouts in the background soon fading away once I was nearing the entrance of the door. I looked down at the doorknob and grabbed it, opening the door. I halted, seeing the thorn bushes disappearing. Confusion spread across my face as the thought appeared in my mind. Magic bond, really? He must have used that spellbook that he had. I sighed and walked forward, feeling the powers disappearing as my eyes turned back to normal. I winced when I begin to feel the pain from the wounds. Ugh... I wish they stayed on for a bit.

I looked at the wound on my right arm, watching the blood pour from it. I halted and looked back at the entrance of the house. I'm leaving a trail of blood ... Well shit. I rip a piece of clothing from my ... uh ... clothes and place it on the wound, tying it up so the blood can stop. I just realize I'm not wearing the same clothes anymore. I sighed, that can matter later, at least they're just pants and an old shirt. A ... sleeveless shirt. I shivered from the cold, rubbing my hands together. Just what I needed ...

I traveled into the jungle, keeping my distance hidden from anyone's sight. Since my shoulder was hurting like hell, I didn't want to climb any trees to make it worse. That's the worse part of this. I can't scout in the trees above where I want to be. I grumbled before hearing voices. I flinched before quickly looking over where they came from. Two voices ... couldn't be the two. Why am I ... so ... jumpy?! I calmed myself before moving forward, sneaking around to hear them closer. I halted when they were near as I hid behind the tree. Are these some folks that are just ... walking in the jungle just because?

"Great... I didn't expect the kid to come at us with such ... unique power." A man said. Wait...

"Yeah... didn't expect him to use magic against us. I hope Stanley will heal up soon." Wendy? I widened my eyes as I held my breath. Oh... so... Stanley got injured badly, not Dipper...? I don't know if I should regret what I did to Gideon... he deserves it for saying shit and doing this to me. I'm not going to regret it. He deserves it.

"Hold on, I'm getting some signals that someone is close by." Mr. Pines said. Wait... what? What do you mean?

"Is it Gideon again?" Wendy asked. ... How is he ...

"My device is telling me that ... this isn't him." He said. Device?! ... I didn't expect ... the smart one to make devices to help him on his adventures. So they know that I'm here.

"Another folk lost in the jungle?" Wendy asked. I shook my head and begin to walk from the tree.

"Nope. It's me." I said. They stared at me with wide eyes, shock appeared on their faces. Soon Wendy rushed over to me and hugged me tightly.

"Oh my god, you're okay!" She said, leaning back as she was examining me.

"Yes I am, sort of." I said, wincing from the pain that erupted from my shoulder wound.

"How- How did you escaped?" She asked, staring at me with a concerned look.

"... It's ... complicated." I said, eyeing the older twin. She looked back at him as the realization came on her face. She nodded before leading me over to him.

"... What happened...?" Is the only thing Mr. Pines could say.

"We'll explain later, for now, let's get him back to the shack, he needs treatment." Wendy said.

"I mean, I can walk fine-"

"Kahlil." Wendy snapped, shutting me up. Okay. Nevermind. "You're injury with two wounds that could impact your body." I nodded, giving up my attempt.

"Alright, follow behind me quickly." Mr. Pines said, leading the way.

End of Chapter 65