Hey, for those of you who actually HAVE stuck with me, thank you so much, I've just been having a hard time at home, and really have no good excuse besides that, but I'm also working on another story, two, actually, one for this, and another for CSI: Miami. Well, ok, then, I think I have one more chapter after this, I changed the story unexpectedly, it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, so here it is!
Chapter 16
John awoke in a haze, dizzy, and still nauseaus with a mind-splitting headache. he was sweating, he could feel it running down the side of his face, and it was incredibly hot. John got up slowly, setting his hand on a sore spot on his head, pulling it back to see blood.
"Colonel," said a voice.
John spun around, immediately regretting it. Nausea attacked him, and dizziness sent him back to the ground. The ground...he was extremely confused by his surroundings. He was just in the infirmary, right? He recognised this place. He wished he didnt, but he did.
"Jossen," John said, shocked. "I'm dreaming...I'm in my head, this isn't real," he said, closing his eyes.
"You are unconscious, Colonel. But this is very, very real. You never did get rid of me," Jossen said.
"Yeah, well, I kinda figured that. Why are you here?" asked John, swallowing hard against the pain in his head. H knew he should never have gone through the 'gate, but he also knew that he and his team couldn't have stayed there any longer. He couldn't have stayed there any longer.
"It seems that when my soul was released, I had no body to go to. Yours was my first choice, I only had so much time to decide. And now, this will by my body for the remainder of both of our lives. When this body dies, I will go with it. And so will you," Jossen said. "You will see through my eyes. You will feel my pain. But you will live inside a body I control."
"No, you can't do this. They'll know. My team-my friends will know. You can't pull it off just like that," John said. "I will die before I let you hurt any of them-"
"Hurt them? Who ever said I would do such a thing?" Jossen said.
"No-one needed to say it," John said.
"You would have no way to stop me if I wanted to have my way with your female friend. And niether would she," Jossen said with a sinister smile.
John bit his lip and said, "She's a lot stronger that she looks. She could take you on any day of the year with one hand tied behind her back...hell, both hands."
"We'll see about that," Jossen said, and he was gone, and John felt himself being torn apart. The pain was unbearable, and he thought he would die, but then he was looking at the ceiling. The infirmary's ceiling. He sat up, but he didn't sit up. He saw Carson, but he wasn't looking at Carson. Jossen was looking at Carson, Jossen was sitting up. And John was in his own prison.
That's it, for now. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll end it, already. Sorry for drawing it out like this, but I need to get what I want said said. Okey dokey, then...Bie:0D