The Difficult Choice

While the team was fighting, Malachite had used his singing talents to good use, playing in local pubs and clubs, he was paid by the hour, and at the end of the week he had already earned a good £87 (me using British currency here :P). He was asked to play in a hotel not to far off. There was an accident there with some thugs and the singer so they didn't have anyone to entertain the guests eating in the dining area. Malachite had borrowed one of the horses and rode off to the hotel, they did have a few stables at the back, he carried his guitar in it's case on his back and just as he was putting his horse away, the manager walked out.

"Nicholai! Thank god you could come!" the manager told him, relieved.

"No problem sir," Malachite replied, he used his middle name so he wouldn't stand out with a weird name.

"I'll take you to the stage," the manager said and led Malachite to the stage, dinner guests were already starting to come in, Malachite got on stage, sat on a high stool and started tuning his guitar. He looked up as the was a crash of a wine glass breaking, he saw why. The bartender saw some 'tough' looking biker boys walk in, Malachite rolled his eyes.

'Onyx would laugh at these guys' Malachite thought, smiling at the thought of his uncle scaring them off with a single word or, if he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, seeing them run at the sight of his powerful muscles. When the manager gave him a weary thumbs up Malachite started taking requests and playing and singing. The bikers tried insulting him, but nothing would faze Malachite. The leader was getting bored and marched over to the stage, Malachite didn't move and finished the last request. The biker grabbed Mal's guitar and broke the neck clean off, only attached by the 6 strings.

"I think that shall do for now...little man," the biker smirked. Malachite was shocked, but lowered his head so shadows covered it. The biker smirked but paled when Malachite's calm blue eyes had turned deadly red, everyone had left the room in fear of the bikers.

"That was a mistake," Mal muttered darkly, the bikers screamed and ran as the room was engulfed in flames. Mal walked out of the burnt room after the flames died down and got on his horse and galloped back to the stable yard. When in the safety of his room, the red eyes turned back into calm dark blue and he collapsed on his bed. The only thing was, he didn't go into the dream world, he entered his mind. He looked around for a moment, in the place he appeared.

"What happened?" he asked, to no one in particular.

"In you're mind," a voice replied, Mal jumped and spun around, he felt something on the back of his neck and turned slowly, he came face o face with a pair of red eyes. He was startled and tried to run back, but he was grabbed by the wrist by the owner of the eyes and held him in place. Mal gathered his courage.

"Who are you," he asked with a slight quiver. The eyes closed and a faint smile/smirk appeared on it's face.

"I am Wodahs," he replied, he let Mal go and he took a few steps back, it was a robot monkey, he was Malachite height and build with similar markings, but had black fur with white stripes.

"You look exactly like me..." Mal whispered.

"I'm meant to," Wodahs replied, looking Malachite up and down, Mal shifted uncomfortably and Wodahs frowned slightly, he walked over to Malachite and circled him watching Mal's body language carefully. Mal kept his arms against him protectively and eyed Wodahs carefully. Wodahs stopped in front of Malachite and looked at him seriously.

"What?" Mal asked

"You're tense and upset, why?" he asked, Mal hesitated, but Wodahs waited patiently.

"I'm still upset about being kicked off the team for something I didn't do," Malachite replied sadly, looking at the floor.

"That would be my fault," Wodahs said, Malachite looked up in surprise.

"What?" Malachite muttered softly, surprised.

"The Bone Comet, All you need to know is that I had something to do with it," he said, looking at Mal carefully in case he lashed out at him.

"...You know Caitlyn was already married," Malachite said, slowly.

"Yes I did, but I didn't want to accept that someone with such beauty but strength could marry someone like...him," Wodahs said. Malachite sighed

"People make their choices through love, not looks...so when are you leaving?" Mal asked

"What?" Wodahs raised an eyebrow

"When are you leaving my mind?" Malachite replied, Wodahs looked down.

"As far as I'm know, not any time soon," Wodahs replied, he saw Mal's expression and chuckled. "Until further notice you are a vessel,"

"A vessel?" Mal asked, he sighed "So you are going to appear now..."

"Not exactly, I'll only appear when you get overly scared or upset or have started bottling up you're anger," Wodahs started "And then I'll take over, of course you can still talk to me and I can hear you," Malachite sighed slightly.

"Ok...but now you need help controlling you're powers, with me here I'm sharing them and you're sharing mine. Mine are difficult to use," Wodahs explained.

"but how?" Malachite asked

"You're uncle can help you," Wodahs explained

"But I can't go back to the team!" Malachite told him.

"Well, it's either living with powers you can't control or facing the team," Wodahs simply said, Mal bit his lip.

Me: woo! Me in Nottingham! And to anyone in England...YA COUNTRY IS TOO HOT! .

Mal and Jet: (suffering from heat exhaustion)

Onyx: (shrugging off the heat easily)

Me: ¬.¬ anyway! R&R!