I know just what to do…I slowly pulled out my dark-scythe again and made a small cut across my palm. After the twinge of pain subsided I put my blade away and brought my cut hand up to my face. The sickly, stomach-churning smell of my silvery-blood made me nauseous, I spit up dark red blood. Like last time, it steamed in my hands for a while. I looked back down at Trunks before turning my hand over and letting it splash all over Trunks. The experience is…interesting. I instantly hear everything he thinks, everything he sees, smells, touches, tastes, and hears. But then I have full control and I am able to tap into his mind. Wake up. My/Trunks' eyes open suddenly and I/he stands up. For once it is nice to see things through normal eyes, and not the demonic world of my vision. Get out your sword. Though I have control over him, his mind may still question his actions. Wha-what? Why? Because my friend…you are going to die. What!? I/Trunks pulls out my/his sword. Good. Now stab yourself. No! As I have said, I have complete control over his body. So while his mind is rejecting what I say, his body has no choice but to listen. I/he poise the sword at my heart and prepare to shove it in. My/his hand is shaking. I didn't tell you to shake. Stop. No! No! No! I'm not gonna kill myself! His inner-strength is almost as strong as the other boy's. Gohan's. It killed him in the end. Hurry up and stab yourself! I was getting quite impatient, and panic was flooding through his mind so thickly it made me dizzy. The sword still shook; the blade inched nearer, but stopped once it pierced the cloth. Confused, I embedded my soul deeper into his and tried again. Stab yourself NOW! No. Yes! I said you stab yourself, so you stab yourself! The sword poked my/his skin, then withdrew, came close, and pushed away. This isn't supposed to be that hard. Controlling a person is very easy. He was just being…stubborn. I yanked hard on his soul until he moaned in agony. Now. Do it now. Hurry! My/his hand didn't move and all I got was a small No…Almost breathless. I couldn't seize his soul any more without being permanently bound with him. What I could do, though, was control him. That was enough. I tapped into his brain and twitched a pain-signaling wire. I/Trunks screamed in agony as it felt as though my insides were melting. I somewhat lied a while back when I said I could feel what he did. In a sense yes. I could feel what he touched…but not pain. I sneered inside. This was it. Alright now. Enough games. Stab. Now. And I/he did. I saw rather than felt the sword enter my/his heart. The part of his soul that was still free sent urgent pain messages to his brain. His thoughts buzzed with anguish, terror, pain…I loved it. Or not love. As soon as I felt his thoughts slip away I let go of his soul and tore myself away. My cape didn't ruffle when I appeared. Trunks was twisting in pain on the ground, his sword piercing him. My sneer never left my face as his body gave one last feeble kick before stopping…