"Hey Ken…Wanna come over to my house tonight? You can teach me Japanese. Pleeeeaaassseee?" The voice of a girl giggled sweetly, her familiar face was the first thing Miyako could see. Through whose eyes she was watching, she did not know, but she could guess by the view that it was Ken's. The way the girl dressed, looked, and acted, the researcher could guess that it was in an American high school. The view switched as the person in charge of her view looked away to the wall; pictures of cheerleaders and football players passed by, they were obviously moving.
"Oh.. I don't know, Karie. I have a lot of homework, and you won't believe what Ms. Drivers assigned today. About a three page essay on…" Ken's voice, sounding the way it used to when he was more kind and caring. The vision of his eyes changed, turning quickly towards the girl who must have been a few inches shorter than him since he had to look down just to focus on her orbs the color of milk chocolate. Her long blonde hair trailed down the sides of her face to her shoulders, swaying with each step she took.
"Oh, let me guess. I bet it's…something to do with Mexico, or! Canada? Maybe even…Screwdrivers! Oh who knows how weird that teacher is." Karie broke out in a fit of giggles, stopping to dip her head to the ground while doing so. Something was funny between the two of them; Miyako realized it when she could hear Ken's laugh. His laugh didn't have a touch of cruelty; it wasn't cold and vicious like the Kaisers. He chuckled warm and openly, like the feeling she received from the memory she was experiencing.
"No, actually. Well…Yes. Uhm, it's on Canada. 'Very interesting country, Canada. They're known as the peacekeepers of the world you know! Now I want you all to find an interesting fact that you can find on this country, and write a two page essay on it for Wednesday.'" He quoted, making his voice high pitched and a close imitation of an English accent. The view changed and he was looking at the ceiling while speaking, the tip of a delicate finger pressed against the middle of his bottom lip; she could see it when he glanced down briefly to the girl. "Yup…Two days from now I get to hand in a paper explaining about Eskimos, Igloos, and Snow dogs," he chirped jokingly, looking to Karie who was laughing behind her raised hand.
"Oooh, sounds like fun." Karie grinned and stopped abruptly, turning around to grab Ken and pull him close to her. She rose up to his eyes, staring right into them with those haunting chocolate brown pools of innocence that belonged to a ghost and a memory. Closing them swiftly, she moved her face closer to his with determination written all over her lips. The speaker in charge of what Miyako could only watch with helplessness muffled a reply, sounding slightly panicked and alarmed. The eyes closed, leaving Miyako in darkness, only to hear the sounds of what was happening.
Something strange happened. She was there, pulled into the memory as Ken, with his thoughts and feelings. She could hear him thinking and feel the girl's lips against hers. A thought rushed through both their heads. What is she doing?! She's kissing me! But, that's..Why!? Confusion with a touch of fear slammed its way through their minds, making the hairs on the back of their necks bristle. A feeling of anger broke out and like a title wave it rushed on them, taking them over and leaving them in a hazy cloud of disorder. Their eyes opened and they shoved the girl away from them, glaring at the poor thing with all the cruelty that burned through their veins. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Don't TOUCH me!" Words that came from someone else were hissed through their teeth. They could do nothing but remain shocked and bewildered in the back of their mind while someone, or something else took the wheel.
"W-what?" Karie gasped, her doe eyes were large with surprise at the sudden change in her friend's personality. A tinge of natural blush swelled into her cheeks and washed across her face, the look of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I-I just…I just…" She stammered, turning her head down and looking away. Standing in the middle of the hall, they both could hear the late bell ring from another planet. Reality wouldn't break through this time.
Karie slowly raised her head after a moment of silence, looking at them with hurt. They moaned in their thoughts and closed their eyes to look away, willing themselves not to believe what was going to happen next. They knew the power of the Kaiser and they couldn't believe he had gotten free, he was on the loose and he was going to harm her. There was no time for Karie to react, though she took a step back as their body bent and took a flying leap, swinging up their arm to elbow her in the chest. The impact was heavy and they could hear the bone snap beneath her clothes, give away with the harsh blow of their elbow. They felt sick and wanted to stop, they screamed for it to stop, but it didn't. It wouldn't.
The world seemed to slow down, everything around them slowing down as their betraying body stepped back to glare and smirk demonically. Without a word, it lowered its arm and brought it up again, curling their hand into a fist. Her cry echoed in their mind, bouncing around as if they were in a cave. As they watched in horror, both hands curved around her smooth face, stroking it with the back of their knuckles tenderly. A whisper was formed on their lips, causing the girl to open her eyes wide and fill with tears. At last their fingers gripped the sides of the girls head and their eyelids seemed to lower as if in a trance. Her neck was snapped like a twig, falling at an unnatural angle against her shoulder as the lifeless body fell to the floor…
Their own body let out a low chuckle as it turned and started walking down the hall without a second glance to the girl it just killed.
The walls of the memory came crashing down like a title wave, blurring around Miyako as she shut her eyes and grabbed at the side of her head, being knocked for a loop. The world around her rocked and twirled like the insides of a tornado, only feeling like food in a blender, being cut to shreds and ground into a cocktail of chaos. She screamed and sunk to what could be passed as a genuine tiled floor if not for the awareness of another presence. Amidst the swirling anarchy, a single thought found its way into her mind, and she knew it wasn't one of her own: Now you know how I feel.
"Oh.. I don't know, Karie. I have a lot of homework, and you won't believe what Ms. Drivers assigned today. About a three page essay on…" Ken's voice, sounding the way it used to when he was more kind and caring. The vision of his eyes changed, turning quickly towards the girl who must have been a few inches shorter than him since he had to look down just to focus on her orbs the color of milk chocolate. Her long blonde hair trailed down the sides of her face to her shoulders, swaying with each step she took.
"Oh, let me guess. I bet it's…something to do with Mexico, or! Canada? Maybe even…Screwdrivers! Oh who knows how weird that teacher is." Karie broke out in a fit of giggles, stopping to dip her head to the ground while doing so. Something was funny between the two of them; Miyako realized it when she could hear Ken's laugh. His laugh didn't have a touch of cruelty; it wasn't cold and vicious like the Kaisers. He chuckled warm and openly, like the feeling she received from the memory she was experiencing.
"No, actually. Well…Yes. Uhm, it's on Canada. 'Very interesting country, Canada. They're known as the peacekeepers of the world you know! Now I want you all to find an interesting fact that you can find on this country, and write a two page essay on it for Wednesday.'" He quoted, making his voice high pitched and a close imitation of an English accent. The view changed and he was looking at the ceiling while speaking, the tip of a delicate finger pressed against the middle of his bottom lip; she could see it when he glanced down briefly to the girl. "Yup…Two days from now I get to hand in a paper explaining about Eskimos, Igloos, and Snow dogs," he chirped jokingly, looking to Karie who was laughing behind her raised hand.
"Oooh, sounds like fun." Karie grinned and stopped abruptly, turning around to grab Ken and pull him close to her. She rose up to his eyes, staring right into them with those haunting chocolate brown pools of innocence that belonged to a ghost and a memory. Closing them swiftly, she moved her face closer to his with determination written all over her lips. The speaker in charge of what Miyako could only watch with helplessness muffled a reply, sounding slightly panicked and alarmed. The eyes closed, leaving Miyako in darkness, only to hear the sounds of what was happening.
Something strange happened. She was there, pulled into the memory as Ken, with his thoughts and feelings. She could hear him thinking and feel the girl's lips against hers. A thought rushed through both their heads. What is she doing?! She's kissing me! But, that's..Why!? Confusion with a touch of fear slammed its way through their minds, making the hairs on the back of their necks bristle. A feeling of anger broke out and like a title wave it rushed on them, taking them over and leaving them in a hazy cloud of disorder. Their eyes opened and they shoved the girl away from them, glaring at the poor thing with all the cruelty that burned through their veins. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Don't TOUCH me!" Words that came from someone else were hissed through their teeth. They could do nothing but remain shocked and bewildered in the back of their mind while someone, or something else took the wheel.
"W-what?" Karie gasped, her doe eyes were large with surprise at the sudden change in her friend's personality. A tinge of natural blush swelled into her cheeks and washed across her face, the look of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I-I just…I just…" She stammered, turning her head down and looking away. Standing in the middle of the hall, they both could hear the late bell ring from another planet. Reality wouldn't break through this time.
Karie slowly raised her head after a moment of silence, looking at them with hurt. They moaned in their thoughts and closed their eyes to look away, willing themselves not to believe what was going to happen next. They knew the power of the Kaiser and they couldn't believe he had gotten free, he was on the loose and he was going to harm her. There was no time for Karie to react, though she took a step back as their body bent and took a flying leap, swinging up their arm to elbow her in the chest. The impact was heavy and they could hear the bone snap beneath her clothes, give away with the harsh blow of their elbow. They felt sick and wanted to stop, they screamed for it to stop, but it didn't. It wouldn't.
The world seemed to slow down, everything around them slowing down as their betraying body stepped back to glare and smirk demonically. Without a word, it lowered its arm and brought it up again, curling their hand into a fist. Her cry echoed in their mind, bouncing around as if they were in a cave. As they watched in horror, both hands curved around her smooth face, stroking it with the back of their knuckles tenderly. A whisper was formed on their lips, causing the girl to open her eyes wide and fill with tears. At last their fingers gripped the sides of the girls head and their eyelids seemed to lower as if in a trance. Her neck was snapped like a twig, falling at an unnatural angle against her shoulder as the lifeless body fell to the floor…
Their own body let out a low chuckle as it turned and started walking down the hall without a second glance to the girl it just killed.
The walls of the memory came crashing down like a title wave, blurring around Miyako as she shut her eyes and grabbed at the side of her head, being knocked for a loop. The world around her rocked and twirled like the insides of a tornado, only feeling like food in a blender, being cut to shreds and ground into a cocktail of chaos. She screamed and sunk to what could be passed as a genuine tiled floor if not for the awareness of another presence. Amidst the swirling anarchy, a single thought found its way into her mind, and she knew it wasn't one of her own: Now you know how I feel.