News flash: My lack of a life has led me to type another chapter because I'm procrastinating and don't want to do my history or science projects. I still don't own any of the characters in this chapter. You wouldn't want to sue me anyway. I have nothing of value besides maybe a techno mixer CD. But someone's borrowing it so you can't have that either.
Chapter 5: Always
Sickness was obviously no problem to deal with. The other players in this extensive board game of memories and events shouldn't be too hard to either re program or silence eternally. Spirits can be incredibly destructive mentally and metaphysically, but the cool thing is they can't do anything destructive unless they act through the living. THAT is what I intend to do.
My most recent host is a perfect specimen for what I aim to accomplish. Taking over his mind was absolutely no problem at all. The fact that there was almost nothing in it certainly helped. I should pick up victims at high school football games more often. Artists provide much more creative and untraceable methods of wreaking havoc than normal people. But it is necessary to quiet and control all of their thoughts before it is possible to possess anyone. And creativity makes that so incredibly time consuming and difficult. If I wasn't already doing something of the nature, I could just do mass mind control of cheerleaders and football players. No, wait. Pop stars already do that.
But I digress. It was so boring to wait through half of a football game while my host ran around in a field wearing tights and tackling other guys for a ball. Then he followed his friends outside and called Johnny, or Nny as he prefers to be called, several homophobic insults that set him off into one of his infamous killing sprees. My victim was dragged into Nny's car trunk, then to the basement where he came down every few hours both to tell my victim to shut up and to torture everyone else in the endlessly extensive basement. I had only seen two rooms of it, but the sound echoed throughout the upper rooms and the hallway…thing leading out of the room. It was most likely a hallway. But for a hallway it was covered with a lot of dirt and blood and bodies and…eugh…. You get the picture. All that was left to do was to wait until my presence in this house could be made useful.
I must admit that it was rather lonely waiting down there on what was probably the bottom floor with only one or two other hostages and my host to keep me company. But I couldn't even talk to them, or risk being discovered. They always try to fight it when that happens. Always. (The one word in here that makes the chapter title at all relevant.) It would seem that outside control would be nothing new or particularly dislikeable to him. He looked, thought and acted so much like the "friends" he surrounded himself with. But human instincts are such confusing things. There's something in them that fears only supernatural control that isn't derived from some sort of god. But loneliness was nothing new to me, so patience triumphed in the end.
I sensed that something both good for me, but bad for my greater plan would happen soon. So I had to act fast to do what I needed to do. When Nny came into my room, I used what little physical strength I had to take the key to the chains that bound my host's wrists and ankles out of his pocket, and later that night to put them into the locks. I made sure my victim was in a complete trance before slipping the locks off his limbs and leading him up the stairs and into a room about ten or so levels up. A miniature lightning bolt of static blue-white ran along a metal bar that suspended my target from the wall by his arms.
"But momee! I want to go to the fair tomorrow!", he whined, much like the way a five year old would if he wasn't the center of attention.
His eyes were half open and glazed over with asymmetrically dilated pupils from electric shock. He gave a violent twitch as his hand touched the bar and sent another tiny shock wave running along it.
I moved my host's hand with the key to the lock on this man's chains. The static broke his trance briefly, but his zombie like state was thankfully regained before he could ascertain what was going on. I heard a thumping noise from above me. At first I figured it was probably just the wall that Nny had been talking about before. But out of the corner of my host's eye, I saw that behind me, not above me was the blood covered wall that psycho had been talking about to my victim. So the only other thing it could be was footsteps. And the only other pair of legs in this house besides mine that weren't bound by chains were Nny's.
Several obscenities ran through my thoughts as the sound grew louder, closer, giving me even less time. I unlocked the chains on the man's hands and used my victim to run back into the room before this one as the tool, lacking anything to hold him up, fell to the floor. I watched from a safe distance as he crawled into a corner, the confused and scared five year old still lingering on in his reaction.
Nny at last reached the last of the multiple flights of stairs leading down to this room. His shirt had a rather comical phrase on it. "Prep. It's what's for dinner.", or something like that. He switched on the light, looked over to the wall and saw that his victim was missing. There was still one, however that was next to him that woke up.
"What the? Hey! Where did your friend go?!", he asked her.
"Huh?", she replied groggily. "Dillon's right there."
"No he's not.", he said, holding up the empty chains. Dillon as she called him was still in the corner, unbeknownst to both of them. But the light made some consciousness return to him, just as I hoped it would. His eyes now opened completely and filled themselves with fiery hatred and the burning passion of revenge, locking themselves on their target as a fighter plane would on an enemy base. Dillon's hand reached over and felt around for a loose chain. Without lowering his gaze, he tightened his fingers around it.
"This is it! I have him! He's as dead as the brain cells of a pothead! VICTORY!!", I thought to myself, so full of glee that I almost caused my victim to soil himself.
Dillon got up as silently as possible and inched his way toward Nny, grinning as he readied his chain for a surprise attack.
"Yes…yes…YES!!", I thought. I was almost completely convinced that my so carefully executed plans were about to succeed. But Johnny, having caught Dillon's reflection in his other victim's eye, turned around to face him. Dillon immediately wrapped the chain around Nny's neck and pinned him to the ground. Johnny struggled with little success as his airway was severely restricted and his face turned a zombie-like shade of purple. Dillon tightened the chain as Johnny's actions became weaker, his eyes lost the sparkle of life. They opened momentarily, giving futile last efforts to fight, but eventually closed. Finally his movements and breathing stopped altogether.
Dillon finally loosened his grip on the chain that bound Johnny's neck and got up, walking to the door that would possibly lead him out of the nearly endless maze of rooms and halls of the basement.
"Yes! I've done it!", I thought. However, I thought it best to wait in the shadows until the girl on the wall was asleep again. Then I would return my host to the bottom floor of the basement and make my exit when I returned to that room.
"Hey! Aren't you going to help me or something? I think that guy has the keys to these chains in his pocket or something.", the girl on the wall asked Dillon.
"No way. You heard me scream like a girl when he took us down here and electrocuted me! I wouldn't want to risk ruining my reputation."
"Asshole."
Ah, swearing. My favorite indicator of uncontrollable anger and fear. She stared at the ground beneath her, probably thinking about how she might never touch it again while still alive. Or something that I hadn't seen before, some cockroach crawling on the blood stained concrete. The silence was broken only by Dillon's footsteps and something else that I hadn't quite expected.
Nny's body moved once more as life and air flowed back through it as would a gentle breeze through an open window. The chain around his neck loosened, he pulled it off and threw it while still holding onto one end so that the loose end wrapped around Dillon's ankle. The girl, apparently counting this as vengeance for leaving her there had not said anything to him though she had a clear view of Nny when he was on the ground. The chain pulled Dillon's leg back, and only giving him the time it took to fall to scream as he realized his fate was all but sealed, planted his head onto an inconveniently placed mass of upturned nails. Blood flowed freely in the room once more, placating the low, soft groans of protest of the wall that it seeped into and covered some letters on Nny's Prep shirt.
"That reminds me. The wall needs more blood.", Nny said as he turned to leave.
"Wait! I'm sorry Dillon made fun of you! I didn't agree with what he was saying, but I didn't want him to think that I wasn't cool. Can you please let me out?"
"If you agree he was dumb, why would it matter what he thought of you?"
"I just didn't want to be alone. If I could find people that weren't like him, I would. But they're just not out there. And if they are they have ninja hiding skills."
"But wouldn't you rather be alone than be here? Now that your "friend" is gone I suppose you have the best, or worst of both worlds."
"I guess. But could you please let me out? I'm sorry. I really mean that. I would do everything differently if only I had another chance."
Finally, someone who knew where I was coming from. That's another one of the advantages of being free of the physical world. You're free of the constraints of time to a certain extent too. The only drawbacks are that you can only go back once, have to follow the normal sequence of time and can't directly prevent your own death. That was my original plan, but the one I was following was second best at least.
"I doubt it. If you valued your life you would have thought about that before you got here. The wall needs more blood than he can provide, a constant fresh supply. You'll be here for a while, but if any of those theories about the afterlife are true, you'll be able to get out at some point."
She didn't bother to protest further, seeing that it would amount to nothing. Nny turned off the light once again and exited the room, his footsteps fading with each clink of his steel toed boots.
Silence reigned once again as my host and I descended the many steps and levels leading back down to his chamber. I regressed in his mind to a still controlling but lesser state of trance after he was locked back in his chains. I stayed a little longer, now unsure of events to come of the formulation of a new plan, but knowing there had to be another way. I did, after all have a year or so before Nny would even begin to suspect me of bringing about all of these mischievous changes on him and his past.
Chapter 5: Always
Sickness was obviously no problem to deal with. The other players in this extensive board game of memories and events shouldn't be too hard to either re program or silence eternally. Spirits can be incredibly destructive mentally and metaphysically, but the cool thing is they can't do anything destructive unless they act through the living. THAT is what I intend to do.
My most recent host is a perfect specimen for what I aim to accomplish. Taking over his mind was absolutely no problem at all. The fact that there was almost nothing in it certainly helped. I should pick up victims at high school football games more often. Artists provide much more creative and untraceable methods of wreaking havoc than normal people. But it is necessary to quiet and control all of their thoughts before it is possible to possess anyone. And creativity makes that so incredibly time consuming and difficult. If I wasn't already doing something of the nature, I could just do mass mind control of cheerleaders and football players. No, wait. Pop stars already do that.
But I digress. It was so boring to wait through half of a football game while my host ran around in a field wearing tights and tackling other guys for a ball. Then he followed his friends outside and called Johnny, or Nny as he prefers to be called, several homophobic insults that set him off into one of his infamous killing sprees. My victim was dragged into Nny's car trunk, then to the basement where he came down every few hours both to tell my victim to shut up and to torture everyone else in the endlessly extensive basement. I had only seen two rooms of it, but the sound echoed throughout the upper rooms and the hallway…thing leading out of the room. It was most likely a hallway. But for a hallway it was covered with a lot of dirt and blood and bodies and…eugh…. You get the picture. All that was left to do was to wait until my presence in this house could be made useful.
I must admit that it was rather lonely waiting down there on what was probably the bottom floor with only one or two other hostages and my host to keep me company. But I couldn't even talk to them, or risk being discovered. They always try to fight it when that happens. Always. (The one word in here that makes the chapter title at all relevant.) It would seem that outside control would be nothing new or particularly dislikeable to him. He looked, thought and acted so much like the "friends" he surrounded himself with. But human instincts are such confusing things. There's something in them that fears only supernatural control that isn't derived from some sort of god. But loneliness was nothing new to me, so patience triumphed in the end.
I sensed that something both good for me, but bad for my greater plan would happen soon. So I had to act fast to do what I needed to do. When Nny came into my room, I used what little physical strength I had to take the key to the chains that bound my host's wrists and ankles out of his pocket, and later that night to put them into the locks. I made sure my victim was in a complete trance before slipping the locks off his limbs and leading him up the stairs and into a room about ten or so levels up. A miniature lightning bolt of static blue-white ran along a metal bar that suspended my target from the wall by his arms.
"But momee! I want to go to the fair tomorrow!", he whined, much like the way a five year old would if he wasn't the center of attention.
His eyes were half open and glazed over with asymmetrically dilated pupils from electric shock. He gave a violent twitch as his hand touched the bar and sent another tiny shock wave running along it.
I moved my host's hand with the key to the lock on this man's chains. The static broke his trance briefly, but his zombie like state was thankfully regained before he could ascertain what was going on. I heard a thumping noise from above me. At first I figured it was probably just the wall that Nny had been talking about before. But out of the corner of my host's eye, I saw that behind me, not above me was the blood covered wall that psycho had been talking about to my victim. So the only other thing it could be was footsteps. And the only other pair of legs in this house besides mine that weren't bound by chains were Nny's.
Several obscenities ran through my thoughts as the sound grew louder, closer, giving me even less time. I unlocked the chains on the man's hands and used my victim to run back into the room before this one as the tool, lacking anything to hold him up, fell to the floor. I watched from a safe distance as he crawled into a corner, the confused and scared five year old still lingering on in his reaction.
Nny at last reached the last of the multiple flights of stairs leading down to this room. His shirt had a rather comical phrase on it. "Prep. It's what's for dinner.", or something like that. He switched on the light, looked over to the wall and saw that his victim was missing. There was still one, however that was next to him that woke up.
"What the? Hey! Where did your friend go?!", he asked her.
"Huh?", she replied groggily. "Dillon's right there."
"No he's not.", he said, holding up the empty chains. Dillon as she called him was still in the corner, unbeknownst to both of them. But the light made some consciousness return to him, just as I hoped it would. His eyes now opened completely and filled themselves with fiery hatred and the burning passion of revenge, locking themselves on their target as a fighter plane would on an enemy base. Dillon's hand reached over and felt around for a loose chain. Without lowering his gaze, he tightened his fingers around it.
"This is it! I have him! He's as dead as the brain cells of a pothead! VICTORY!!", I thought to myself, so full of glee that I almost caused my victim to soil himself.
Dillon got up as silently as possible and inched his way toward Nny, grinning as he readied his chain for a surprise attack.
"Yes…yes…YES!!", I thought. I was almost completely convinced that my so carefully executed plans were about to succeed. But Johnny, having caught Dillon's reflection in his other victim's eye, turned around to face him. Dillon immediately wrapped the chain around Nny's neck and pinned him to the ground. Johnny struggled with little success as his airway was severely restricted and his face turned a zombie-like shade of purple. Dillon tightened the chain as Johnny's actions became weaker, his eyes lost the sparkle of life. They opened momentarily, giving futile last efforts to fight, but eventually closed. Finally his movements and breathing stopped altogether.
Dillon finally loosened his grip on the chain that bound Johnny's neck and got up, walking to the door that would possibly lead him out of the nearly endless maze of rooms and halls of the basement.
"Yes! I've done it!", I thought. However, I thought it best to wait in the shadows until the girl on the wall was asleep again. Then I would return my host to the bottom floor of the basement and make my exit when I returned to that room.
"Hey! Aren't you going to help me or something? I think that guy has the keys to these chains in his pocket or something.", the girl on the wall asked Dillon.
"No way. You heard me scream like a girl when he took us down here and electrocuted me! I wouldn't want to risk ruining my reputation."
"Asshole."
Ah, swearing. My favorite indicator of uncontrollable anger and fear. She stared at the ground beneath her, probably thinking about how she might never touch it again while still alive. Or something that I hadn't seen before, some cockroach crawling on the blood stained concrete. The silence was broken only by Dillon's footsteps and something else that I hadn't quite expected.
Nny's body moved once more as life and air flowed back through it as would a gentle breeze through an open window. The chain around his neck loosened, he pulled it off and threw it while still holding onto one end so that the loose end wrapped around Dillon's ankle. The girl, apparently counting this as vengeance for leaving her there had not said anything to him though she had a clear view of Nny when he was on the ground. The chain pulled Dillon's leg back, and only giving him the time it took to fall to scream as he realized his fate was all but sealed, planted his head onto an inconveniently placed mass of upturned nails. Blood flowed freely in the room once more, placating the low, soft groans of protest of the wall that it seeped into and covered some letters on Nny's Prep shirt.
"That reminds me. The wall needs more blood.", Nny said as he turned to leave.
"Wait! I'm sorry Dillon made fun of you! I didn't agree with what he was saying, but I didn't want him to think that I wasn't cool. Can you please let me out?"
"If you agree he was dumb, why would it matter what he thought of you?"
"I just didn't want to be alone. If I could find people that weren't like him, I would. But they're just not out there. And if they are they have ninja hiding skills."
"But wouldn't you rather be alone than be here? Now that your "friend" is gone I suppose you have the best, or worst of both worlds."
"I guess. But could you please let me out? I'm sorry. I really mean that. I would do everything differently if only I had another chance."
Finally, someone who knew where I was coming from. That's another one of the advantages of being free of the physical world. You're free of the constraints of time to a certain extent too. The only drawbacks are that you can only go back once, have to follow the normal sequence of time and can't directly prevent your own death. That was my original plan, but the one I was following was second best at least.
"I doubt it. If you valued your life you would have thought about that before you got here. The wall needs more blood than he can provide, a constant fresh supply. You'll be here for a while, but if any of those theories about the afterlife are true, you'll be able to get out at some point."
She didn't bother to protest further, seeing that it would amount to nothing. Nny turned off the light once again and exited the room, his footsteps fading with each clink of his steel toed boots.
Silence reigned once again as my host and I descended the many steps and levels leading back down to his chamber. I regressed in his mind to a still controlling but lesser state of trance after he was locked back in his chains. I stayed a little longer, now unsure of events to come of the formulation of a new plan, but knowing there had to be another way. I did, after all have a year or so before Nny would even begin to suspect me of bringing about all of these mischievous changes on him and his past.
