by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and T5
A few days ago, a house in Chicago:
My name is Karl Starr. I have had strong headaches all my life. When I was a teen, I got used to it. But, a few weeks ago, they started getting worse. Different.
When my new headaches reached the highest point of pain, I could feel something... someone... a being almost as powerful as evil that I'm sure is trying to get into my head. Whenever I feel him, I feel like my consciousness is fading away. I try to think, to talk to myself, so I don't I don't fade away, and he takes possession of my body. That's what happening right now.
I know this sounds crazy. I don't know how is it possible. And why does it happen to me? Maybe I have a metagene...
shhhh
who knows? It's getting...
DON'T...
harder to...
TRY TO...
focus...
DENY ME
I...
I'M MORE POWERFUL
am...
THAN YOU
sca...
YES, THAT'S IT
red...
GIVE UP
I won't...
Today, the streets of Chicago:
...give up!
Where am I? What is this? I'm on the floor. A cop is looking at me. "Are you okay, son?" he asks. I look around, and I see. Oh my God. Blood. Decapitated people lying everywhere.
Who did this? Why am I here? Why am I dressed up like this?...
DAMN HIM!...
What?...
THE NEXT TIME I FEEL HIS PATHETIC PRESENCE...
Oh, no...
I SWEAR I WILL ERADICATE IT!...
Not again...
WHAT, YOU ARE STILL HERE, LITTLE BUG?...
not...
I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU IN...
again...
A SECOND.
"Son, are you okay?" A HUMAN IN BLUE ASKS ME. BLOW UP. ONE OF HIS FRIENDS SCREAMS SOMETHING. BLOW UP. THREE MORE BLUE HUMANS COME TO ME. BLOW UP, BLOW UP, BLOW UP. ANOTHER ONE POINTS A WEAPON AT ME. BLOW...
must...
STILL THERE, LITTLE BUG...?
not...
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE...?
let him win! I run to the cop
HEY!
take his gun,
DON'T!
point it at my head and shoot myself. Blow up.
FOOL.
I CHOSE YOUR PATHETIC BODY BECAUSE YOU WERE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH MY DIMENSION. YOUR FRAGILE BODY COULD ONLY PERFORM A FEW OF MY ABILITIES. NOW, BY KILLING YOURSELF, YOU HAVE FREED ME, ALLOWING ME TO CHOOSE ANY BODY I WANT. I WILL LOOK FOR A BODY GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME, AND THEN... I WILL BE BACK TO COMPLETE MY MISSION... AND ERADICATE MY OTHER HALF.
Somewhen between time and worlds:
"Hello, Karl," a disembodied voice said. "I have seen the injustice committed upon you and will not let you die just yet. Here, let me heal your wounds.
"This is your chance to make amends and have your revenge on the entity that claimed your body. I sense it now... he is currently possessing the body of a famous athlete, Eduardo Frederico, a rival of the more famous Edulcore Cicciotto. Contact him: he has abilities which can help you to capture this evil."
The crowd that had assembled around the police and apparent suicide victim gasped as the body ever so slowly rose, staggering to get its balance back.