Pacey walked to Andie's house, which was quite near. Along the way he
continued to test his newfound strength, using it to smash mailboxes,
trees, and the occasional blameless car. The Smith's would sure be pissed
when they saw a hand impression in their Buick's hood.
He stood outside her window, it was early in the morning. With a sixth sense provided by the Others he knew she was in there. He crouched down and launched himself up, landing on her window ledge. He slowly, but forcefully pushed the window in, and the iron bolt silently broke in two in the face of his preternatural strength.
"Who is it?" moaned Andie as she roused from her sleep.
"It's me, Pacey," said Pacey as he hopped down onto her blue carpet.
"Pacey? What are you doing here so early?"
"You know I can't stand to be apart from you."
"Go away, it's too early for this malarkey." She pulled the sheets above her head and tried to forget about him.
"Hey, baby, don't worry about time, it ain't nothing to be fret about."
In the back of his mind, the Other's were chanting their love and respect like a chorus, also feeding him more information about his strength now. The bizarre, reality-altering capabilities he now had from them. He gestured and Andie's sheets began to slide off her, wriggling away and down the side of the bed.
Andie was in a ball, wearing her favourite red and blue pajama's. She looked up towards Pacey. "Not funny, pal." She reached down and pulled the covers back up, but halfway they appeared to be stuck. She looked and saw Pacey standing on them.
"Come on, Pacey, I need my sleep. Come back in ten hours or so."
The Others were stirring. He could feel contrails expanding away from him, invisible, yet he could sense their velvety texture as they waved, like tentacles, in Andie's direction.
"What are you doing?" he asked the Others.
"Expanding," they replied as one. "Our prison was where we learnt to do this, do not worry, Pacey. Andie will recieve our strength, be as strong as you."
"Whoa, guys. Is this gonna affect me, and how strong I am?"
"No, Pacey. Our strength is geometrically linked to our size, as we continue to expand, we will continue to get stronger. Do not worry, Pacey, you were the first, and we love you without question."
"As long as we got that straight."
"Got what straight?" asked Andie.
Pacey realised he must've actually said the last bit. He edged closer to Andie, he could feel the expansive tentacles begin to feel her skin, and her soul, as they curled around her. She obviously couldn't feel them as they snaked and encircled her.
A new path was forged. A chink in the Universe which allowed the Others to surge into Andie's mind and permeate her entire body. Three hundred souls gathered in the back of her mind. Then it went awry.
From the void they felt another presence, powerful and baleful. It recognized the chink and explored it itself. It felt its way into Andie's mind, the Others inside her body got scared, and they fled back to Pacey, and tried to seal the bridge between dimensions. The entity wouldn't allow it, it used it's own strength to maintain the bridge long enough to draw itself from the void and seal itself, like a haze of warm air, around Andie's mind.
The Others began to chitter their fear, their absolute terror as they felt the entity take hold. They drew back their tentacles and shouted in Pacey's mind that he must run.
The mental voices of over a thousand beings almost compelled his legs into motion, but he held fast againt the urge to flee. He disreagarded the voices.
"Andie, are you okay?"
She was lying on her bed, then she moved. She threw her legs over the side and stood up. She began to open and close her hands, like she was testing her muscles for the first time.
"Andie, please, answer me. Are you okay?"
"Better than ever, Pacey," she replied.
In her mind, the entity was more forceful than the Others. It was in control, trapping Andie's mind in the reccess of it's own existence.
Pacey saw the internal energy of Andie turn a sickly-red from the usually vibrant orange she had a moment ago. Her pajama's, and her long, blonde hair were flapping like they were in a strong wind. She raised her hand and extended her index finger to point at Pacey.
"What's going on here, Andie?"
"Run, Pacey," said a forceful voice from his own head. "She is the demon of the void, body and soul, it has possessed Andie. You must flee, please, for your own safety."
In the next few moments, he'd wished he'd listened to their advice.
A blue-white lightning bolt, summoned from elsewhere, arced from Andie's extended digit and struck Pacey on the right temple. The force of the bolt knocked him backwards into the shelf by the window.
He lay prone for a moment, shocked. He put a hand up to his head and felt something wet. He looked at his own hand, covered in blood. She had attacked him, using something akin to the Others supernatural strength. Pacey listened as the Others explain how to heal himself. It felt like a dry liquid over his skin and he willed it to repair his broken body. They then explained how he could reinforce himself from such attacks.
Pacey stood up, and dusted himself off. He looked at Andie, she was standing dead still, barely breathing, hands to her side.
"Listen, whoever you are," Pacey said. "Get outta Andie's body or I'll throw you out."
Andie's still features contracted into a smile, then she laughed like a maniac. Her clothes reformed into a pair of jeans and a red turtleneck sweater. "Leave, now."
"No!" said Pacey forcefully.
Andie slowly began to raise her right hand again. Instinctively, to the Others, that is, who compelled Pacey to do as they asked for the meantime, two bursts of similar electricity manifested themselves from Pacey's palms. The struck and spiralled about her body, like they were electrocuting her, but she showed no sign of it. Her own hand reached the desired height and liquid fire sprang forth. It was a dark red, unnatural flame that acted more like water. It expanded to about two feet across when it hit Pacey in the chest. He felt heat where it landed, but he willed it away as soon as felt it build up.
The red fire increased, spraying off him like water under pressure from a firehose. Deflected sparks and flickers of crimson hit the pink curtains, and instantly ignited them. Pacey began to falter as the attack increased in strength.
"Let go, Pacey, allow us to guide you, we can save you, please."
Pacey felt his mind slip into neutral, and the Others began to assert control, after all, they knew the limitations of the powers better that he did. He was surprised when they goosed his body into jumping up and allowing the force of the spray to knock him out of the window. "This wasn't part of the deal," he said as he slammed into the grass.
Andie stopped the red fire and walked over to the window. She dowsed the normal orange flames that were licking up, with a thought.
Pacey got up, he looked up at the window and saw Andie looking down. Another streamer of red fire, this time curling like a helter-skelter came at him. He rolled over and it tore into the grass near him, incinerating it, and chewing through the soil.
"Why is she more powerful than me?"
"She is a creature of the void, we were only visitors. Her strength is greater than ours, but over time, and if we expand, we can beat her and allow Andie to resume her body."
Back in the room, the actions and thoughts of the demon were observed by Andie McPhee herself. She felt as if she was pressed in a cage made of one- way glass. Information poured in, but she couldn't control her output, and could only watch in horror as her own body attacked her boyfriend with some wierd fire.
"What is this?" Andie asked timorously, half not expecting to be answered. She equated it with talking, but since she had no control over her mouth, how could she be doing it?
She felt something pressing on her mind, large, powerful, malevolent. It was with her, yet strangely apart. Their was a voice, all around. It was laughing, a sneering laugh.
Pacey was running as fast as he could. His heart was pumping, and his lungs sucking in vast clouds of air as he his legs ran in overdrive.
"We have to save Andie, you know that, right?"
"Yes, Pacey. Strength in numbers is the only was we can win, it is too powerful otherwise."
"It? What is it?"
"The demon of the void. A being of intense power and evil."
"What, did you pull it's tail or something?"
"No."
"Then why is it after you?"
"It is not after us, Pacey, it after the same thing we seek: sensation. The void was its cage too, it found release. Now it knows we are here, it will endeavour to eliminate us, our strength may not be as great, but we are still a threat."
"One more thing."
"Please, ask us."
"Where are we going?"
"We know . . . Jen?"
"Sure, why not. Christ, I'd really wished I hadn't killed Dawson."
"We apologise, Pacey. That sensation was awful, we know that now. You are not to blame, we compelled you. We are guilty, Pacey. And we love you."
"Save it for the papers, guys, we have my woman to save."
It was odd, now. Pacey thought he was building up somekind of wall in his own head. A Berlin wall where only he could allow something through, but could easily push into the other side. This must be what the demon was doing to Andie, he surmised, imprisioning her, locking her in, stopping her from exerting any level of control over her own body. The first time they compelled him, really compelled him, he felt like he had no choice, and Dawson died because of it. But back in Andie's room, he managed to stop them making him run, he was gaining control, and he liked it. Still, their constant affection and adoration of him was still spilling into him, which was good, it made him feel important, loved, and justified. No matter how much he tried, he doubted he could ever dispell them when they all felt the same way.
He stood outside her window, it was early in the morning. With a sixth sense provided by the Others he knew she was in there. He crouched down and launched himself up, landing on her window ledge. He slowly, but forcefully pushed the window in, and the iron bolt silently broke in two in the face of his preternatural strength.
"Who is it?" moaned Andie as she roused from her sleep.
"It's me, Pacey," said Pacey as he hopped down onto her blue carpet.
"Pacey? What are you doing here so early?"
"You know I can't stand to be apart from you."
"Go away, it's too early for this malarkey." She pulled the sheets above her head and tried to forget about him.
"Hey, baby, don't worry about time, it ain't nothing to be fret about."
In the back of his mind, the Other's were chanting their love and respect like a chorus, also feeding him more information about his strength now. The bizarre, reality-altering capabilities he now had from them. He gestured and Andie's sheets began to slide off her, wriggling away and down the side of the bed.
Andie was in a ball, wearing her favourite red and blue pajama's. She looked up towards Pacey. "Not funny, pal." She reached down and pulled the covers back up, but halfway they appeared to be stuck. She looked and saw Pacey standing on them.
"Come on, Pacey, I need my sleep. Come back in ten hours or so."
The Others were stirring. He could feel contrails expanding away from him, invisible, yet he could sense their velvety texture as they waved, like tentacles, in Andie's direction.
"What are you doing?" he asked the Others.
"Expanding," they replied as one. "Our prison was where we learnt to do this, do not worry, Pacey. Andie will recieve our strength, be as strong as you."
"Whoa, guys. Is this gonna affect me, and how strong I am?"
"No, Pacey. Our strength is geometrically linked to our size, as we continue to expand, we will continue to get stronger. Do not worry, Pacey, you were the first, and we love you without question."
"As long as we got that straight."
"Got what straight?" asked Andie.
Pacey realised he must've actually said the last bit. He edged closer to Andie, he could feel the expansive tentacles begin to feel her skin, and her soul, as they curled around her. She obviously couldn't feel them as they snaked and encircled her.
A new path was forged. A chink in the Universe which allowed the Others to surge into Andie's mind and permeate her entire body. Three hundred souls gathered in the back of her mind. Then it went awry.
From the void they felt another presence, powerful and baleful. It recognized the chink and explored it itself. It felt its way into Andie's mind, the Others inside her body got scared, and they fled back to Pacey, and tried to seal the bridge between dimensions. The entity wouldn't allow it, it used it's own strength to maintain the bridge long enough to draw itself from the void and seal itself, like a haze of warm air, around Andie's mind.
The Others began to chitter their fear, their absolute terror as they felt the entity take hold. They drew back their tentacles and shouted in Pacey's mind that he must run.
The mental voices of over a thousand beings almost compelled his legs into motion, but he held fast againt the urge to flee. He disreagarded the voices.
"Andie, are you okay?"
She was lying on her bed, then she moved. She threw her legs over the side and stood up. She began to open and close her hands, like she was testing her muscles for the first time.
"Andie, please, answer me. Are you okay?"
"Better than ever, Pacey," she replied.
In her mind, the entity was more forceful than the Others. It was in control, trapping Andie's mind in the reccess of it's own existence.
Pacey saw the internal energy of Andie turn a sickly-red from the usually vibrant orange she had a moment ago. Her pajama's, and her long, blonde hair were flapping like they were in a strong wind. She raised her hand and extended her index finger to point at Pacey.
"What's going on here, Andie?"
"Run, Pacey," said a forceful voice from his own head. "She is the demon of the void, body and soul, it has possessed Andie. You must flee, please, for your own safety."
In the next few moments, he'd wished he'd listened to their advice.
A blue-white lightning bolt, summoned from elsewhere, arced from Andie's extended digit and struck Pacey on the right temple. The force of the bolt knocked him backwards into the shelf by the window.
He lay prone for a moment, shocked. He put a hand up to his head and felt something wet. He looked at his own hand, covered in blood. She had attacked him, using something akin to the Others supernatural strength. Pacey listened as the Others explain how to heal himself. It felt like a dry liquid over his skin and he willed it to repair his broken body. They then explained how he could reinforce himself from such attacks.
Pacey stood up, and dusted himself off. He looked at Andie, she was standing dead still, barely breathing, hands to her side.
"Listen, whoever you are," Pacey said. "Get outta Andie's body or I'll throw you out."
Andie's still features contracted into a smile, then she laughed like a maniac. Her clothes reformed into a pair of jeans and a red turtleneck sweater. "Leave, now."
"No!" said Pacey forcefully.
Andie slowly began to raise her right hand again. Instinctively, to the Others, that is, who compelled Pacey to do as they asked for the meantime, two bursts of similar electricity manifested themselves from Pacey's palms. The struck and spiralled about her body, like they were electrocuting her, but she showed no sign of it. Her own hand reached the desired height and liquid fire sprang forth. It was a dark red, unnatural flame that acted more like water. It expanded to about two feet across when it hit Pacey in the chest. He felt heat where it landed, but he willed it away as soon as felt it build up.
The red fire increased, spraying off him like water under pressure from a firehose. Deflected sparks and flickers of crimson hit the pink curtains, and instantly ignited them. Pacey began to falter as the attack increased in strength.
"Let go, Pacey, allow us to guide you, we can save you, please."
Pacey felt his mind slip into neutral, and the Others began to assert control, after all, they knew the limitations of the powers better that he did. He was surprised when they goosed his body into jumping up and allowing the force of the spray to knock him out of the window. "This wasn't part of the deal," he said as he slammed into the grass.
Andie stopped the red fire and walked over to the window. She dowsed the normal orange flames that were licking up, with a thought.
Pacey got up, he looked up at the window and saw Andie looking down. Another streamer of red fire, this time curling like a helter-skelter came at him. He rolled over and it tore into the grass near him, incinerating it, and chewing through the soil.
"Why is she more powerful than me?"
"She is a creature of the void, we were only visitors. Her strength is greater than ours, but over time, and if we expand, we can beat her and allow Andie to resume her body."
Back in the room, the actions and thoughts of the demon were observed by Andie McPhee herself. She felt as if she was pressed in a cage made of one- way glass. Information poured in, but she couldn't control her output, and could only watch in horror as her own body attacked her boyfriend with some wierd fire.
"What is this?" Andie asked timorously, half not expecting to be answered. She equated it with talking, but since she had no control over her mouth, how could she be doing it?
She felt something pressing on her mind, large, powerful, malevolent. It was with her, yet strangely apart. Their was a voice, all around. It was laughing, a sneering laugh.
Pacey was running as fast as he could. His heart was pumping, and his lungs sucking in vast clouds of air as he his legs ran in overdrive.
"We have to save Andie, you know that, right?"
"Yes, Pacey. Strength in numbers is the only was we can win, it is too powerful otherwise."
"It? What is it?"
"The demon of the void. A being of intense power and evil."
"What, did you pull it's tail or something?"
"No."
"Then why is it after you?"
"It is not after us, Pacey, it after the same thing we seek: sensation. The void was its cage too, it found release. Now it knows we are here, it will endeavour to eliminate us, our strength may not be as great, but we are still a threat."
"One more thing."
"Please, ask us."
"Where are we going?"
"We know . . . Jen?"
"Sure, why not. Christ, I'd really wished I hadn't killed Dawson."
"We apologise, Pacey. That sensation was awful, we know that now. You are not to blame, we compelled you. We are guilty, Pacey. And we love you."
"Save it for the papers, guys, we have my woman to save."
It was odd, now. Pacey thought he was building up somekind of wall in his own head. A Berlin wall where only he could allow something through, but could easily push into the other side. This must be what the demon was doing to Andie, he surmised, imprisioning her, locking her in, stopping her from exerting any level of control over her own body. The first time they compelled him, really compelled him, he felt like he had no choice, and Dawson died because of it. But back in Andie's room, he managed to stop them making him run, he was gaining control, and he liked it. Still, their constant affection and adoration of him was still spilling into him, which was good, it made him feel important, loved, and justified. No matter how much he tried, he doubted he could ever dispell them when they all felt the same way.