Xana's POV
It's been a long time since I messed with Jeremie's memories. They are not gone-just shoved into a very dark corner of his mind...one that rarely shows, but may begin to dominate later...one that I fear may become loose.

I shouldn't discuss this with my host. He'll snap even earlier, with the added pressure to be good. I shouldn't burden him with the future. I know Odd knows. And I'm going to speak with him.

Jeremie is asleep, in his-our room. Good. He'll think he's dreaming. I silently loosen the seal that separates him and me, as the black on his chest reaches his entire body, allowing me to use it. I cannot use him for bad things...

I force Jeremie out of bed, silently trodding the halls, to Odd's room. A stab of guilt makes me double over mentally, as I remember that I killed Ulrich. He knows that Zahnne was responsible, but still is suspicious of me.

Odd is sitting on his bed, staring off into space. I wave a hand in front of him. "Odd, I must speak with you," I say, using Jeremie's voice. "Huh? Wha? Oh, uh, hi Jeremie." Odd's voice is also distant, as is the expression on his face. A small flit of terror runs across.

"Odd. I know what you saw. I saw it too." I sit down on his bed. "I know. It hurts, though, feeling useless. Not being able to change the future. I saw what I'll become, and I don't want to."

"Yeah. It does hurt. I just wish I could DO something. I don't want you to die...I don't want to fight you. You're one of my friends!" Odd's voice cracks. "I can't let you become...become what I saw. Oh dear God above, I hate having Foresight!"

"I'm so sorry..."

"I hate it! I HATE IT! I WISH I NEVER HEARD OF LYOKO SOMETIMES, WITH ALL THE PAIN IT'S BROUGHT US!!!!"

I silently look at the floor, clenching and unclenching my fists.

A terrible anger finds its way to Odd. "Do you know whose fault this is? Do you?! It's Xana's! I DON'T CARE IF HE COULDN'T CONTROL HIMSELF! THERE COMES A TIME WHERE EVERYONE MUST MOVE ON!!! I KNOW HE CAN HEAR ME!!!!

"SO HE WAS USED, BIG FUCKING DEAL. GET OVER IT, XANA!!! PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES-THEY'RE ONLY HUMAN, FOR GOD'S SAKES!!!!!"

"Odd," I whisper quietly, using my own voice, "I've been talking to you this whole time." Black, salty tears, thick with innocence and stress and depression, drip onto the bedspread. I'm trying hard not to let my emotions show, for fear of mixing Jeremie up.

Odd's tone immediately changes to that of forgiveness and sorrow. "I-I'm s-sorry...I-I just...I'm just-" He's trying to get out of trouble, how selfish. Humans make me worry.

"Say no more...I need to go." The anger...the kind I had seen in Zahnne...it makes me nervous, very much. I worry still, plodding out of the room, Jer's hands in his pockets, shoved deep.

I head back to the boy's dorm and lie down, letting Jeremie take back control, only to fall into a nightmare as soon as I give in to the human sleep.

"Jeremie, come join me. I will help you get back on your feet. You'll never be mocked again, never mistreated again. Now...come to me! I promise you, you will get revenge."

A boy around nine years of age, his features suggesting that of Jeremie, slowly walks to a man wearing a black robe, his red eyes glaring at the world outside the deep black hood enveloping his face. On the chest area...is Zahnne's sign.

I am in the body of Jeremie Belpois still. In fact, I have become Jeremie. I cannot sense his spirit, his conscious, in this body. I am the only one here.

Aelita...she is on her knees, screaming, begging for Jeremie not to go...but the atrophy of Team Lyoko is beginning.

Aelita cannot fight against the one she once loved, the one she still loves. Her heart is shattered and she cannot pick up the pieces on her own.

Jeremie. Is. Giving. In. To. Zahnne.

Ulrich's katana is pointed at Jeremie's throat, a pure white flame enveloping his body, shuddering gasps the only sound we can hear...

"You left us for nine years. You came back and caused us a lot of grief, more than Zahnne ever did. You tried to kill Aelita, and you tried to kill us."

Jeremie gives him a defiant smirk.

"You were always alone, Jeremie. And it will stay like that-forever!"

Ulrich delivers the final blow while sealed in darkness, three black orbs hovering behind him, twin tendrils dragging on the ground...Ulrich plunges his blade deeper, until the flame disappears...

"You will always...be alone."

"NO!" we scream, sitting up in bed. Jeremie is panting hard, frantic, his heart racing. It beats faster and faster, until...

Jer falls flat onto his bed and scarcely can breathe, a shot of pain ripping through his chest, neck, and shoulders. He breaks out in a cold sweat as the room begins to whirl about. His lungs wheeze once and suddenly fail. (1)

"HELP!" I scream. "Jeremie's stopped breathing! I mean, I've stopped breathing!"

1: Jeremie has just had a heart attack. Yes, he is going to live through this. Yes, an ambulance will come get him and his friends will be excused from class. No, Xana cannot heal him automatically.

Preview:

Something was gonna happen. I don't know whether it's good or bad. Running out of my hopsical room, I turn and rest for a moment, my heart quivering in random patterns. A shadow falls over me, but when I hear the voice, it's too late.

"Hello, Jeremie." The voice is sickeningly familiar. I turn to see Zombie Ulrich again, his claws resting on my shoulders. I freeze up.

"RUN!" Xana's voice springs me back to life, as I flee down the corridor.