There was a hole, and there was me. It’s a pair that never looked more perfect for one another. I reached in for the crevasse and every ounce of my essence got sucked un. Because of the darkness, Dirk never realized that my body is fusing with his chest. I could feel what he feels and it’s telling me the weight on his arms is getting lighter by the second. He only took notice of this when the door creaked and letting the candlelight from the hallway flood my room. With wide-open eyes, he looked and saw me digging deeper into his flesh. He tried to pull me out but the force pulling me is far too quick. He ripped open his shirt but all that he saw is his bare chest glistening with sweat.
I’m lost in a coat of flesh and warmth around me. I filled his soul and controlled it from within him. Dirk first lost control of his legs. He fell over, but he tried to grab the railing of my crib. But before he could do so, I controlled his fingers and let his body fall through the floor. It was quick and in a beat, I could feel his heart. It’s pumping quicker and deep throbs echo in his chest. Fear overtook him as fast as the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He tried to scream but his voice failed him as my control spread further to his head. I clenched his jaws and tried to speak. For the first time in years, I could form proper vowels.
“Ha,” I said with Dirk’s manly tone. The sound reverberated from his protruding adam’s apple.
The last thing Dirk felt is the loss of his vision. Darkness enveloped his world, leaving him senseless as if he was in a waking dream. There’s nothing left for him except for his mind drifting in the depths of his psyche. As compensation, I laid down his soul to rest as comfortable as I can. He’ll forget all of this in the morning like a dream. That is if I ever let him wake up.
The possession wasn’t as smooth as I thought it would be. Some of my soul is leaking then turning into mana particles and fizzing out of existence. By concentrating, I sealed my soul tight inside Dirk’s body. My soul is small, so controlling Dirk’s body is uncomfortable. Think of it as wearing the wrong sock on your foot. Nevertheless, I managed to lift his heavy arms and support myself on the way to his bedroom.
Mom and dad are sleeping in their room while Aylwin is probably too focused on his tomes to notice the commotion I did. In the privacy of my room, I turned on the lamp and looked at the water basin in Dirk's room. Every inch of his face is mine to control. Every action and every irk, the reflection follows. I stretched my palms open and noticed the callouses and prominent scars. One scar looks like a deep slash reaching from his wrist towards his elbow. I do not know the cause of this scar. All I know is that he already have this when I was born.
As I stood there in the flickering lamp, I could not help but amuse myself more in the mirror. From my previous perspective, Dirk is the second biggest man I've seen, the first being my father. His arms are swelling with pain and vigor from the job he did earlier this morning. I lift off my tunic, revealing the hard buns of strength hidden within. It's empowering to have muscles like this. They're glistening with sweat and they respond to the lightest of touch.
The night is raw and the wolves barely finished their howling tune. 'What shall I do?' I thought to myself.