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"No, no get out of my head!"
"Come on, it wasn't that bad was it?"
"Couldn't you have washed off the blood before I went back to normal."
"Look, if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't that bad. She only screamed a little, but you should have been there. It was great ripping her flesh open, watching the blood run like an on going stream."
"ARRR!"
I screamed, while I held both sides of my head. I managed to stumble my way in the bathroom while holding my head. Once I was in there, I found myself at the sink. I turned the sink on and began to wash the blood off myself.
"This won't happen again, I'm done."
"Like hell you are. You forget that I'm you. I live through you and I need flesh somehow."
"NO! YOU'RE NOT ME!"
"Oh, come on Jared. It's not that bad."
"Leave me alone!"
I said, looking up into the mirror that was before me. It had been awhile since I had seen my reflection. When I saw it, I saw that I had aged quite a bit. I mean, I know I've never been the most attractive man in the world, but it seems that I've have gotten worse. The right side of my face had started to sag. While it seemed the left side had remained perfectly fine, but what bugged me the most was my hair. My middle length blonde hair was not what it use to be. I mean, sure, it was blonde on the left side, but the right was starting to turn grey.
"See, I told you. I'm a part of you, there's nothing you can do about it."
"I will admit you have taken your tole on me, but it wasn't always like this."
"Bullshit, I was there from the beginning, you of all people should know that. I was there when you killed that first guy."
"No! You killed him! That wasn't me!"
"Come on, you were a born killer. I felt it in your heart when you stabbed that man. You're just mad cause I made you an Undead-Flesh-Devouring-Beast."
"You should forget about killing, cause you know I can control you if I tried. I'm not going to let this happen again."
"Right, like I haven't heard that one before."
"Look, I have a date tonight so you better not mess this one up."
"Another one. MMMM. I hope the taste of her flesh is better then the last one. Which reminds me, you might want to go pick the dead woman up off the ground."
"You always leave me to clean up your messes."

I spoke to him no more. I made my way back into the bedroom, approaching the woman who was motionless on the ground in her own puddle of blood. As I looked at her my stomach began to turn. I wasn't able to handle how she looked. Not only was she emotionless, but he malted her stomach away, which left her organs revealed. I could also see where he devoured her neck. It had just looked like he took a giant bite out of her neck, needless to say this was a bloody mess.
Bending down, I grabbed her by her arms. As I did, I breathed through my mouth. It was better this way so I couldn't smell her dead body.

"What are you going to do with her?"
"SHUT UP! I will figure something out."
"Don't you always?"
"I'm going to put her in the bathtub for now."
I said, as I drug her into the bathroom. When I reached the tub, I pulled the curtain back and laid her in the tub gently .
"So what now?"
"What do you mean 'What now?' I'm going to get dressed so I can clean up your mess."
"Or you could wait until tonight and let me finish her off."
"NO! No more!"
"Who's going to stop me?"
"ME! It's time I start taking action."
"Are you kidding me? Without me you aren't anything, but pathetic."
"JUST SHUT UP!"
I cried out, placing my hands over my ears. I was now furious with him, but I couldn't let that stop me. Quickly, I jumped out of my night clothes and into my day clothes.
"Where are you going to take her?"
"I will take her wherever I want to take her. You have no say in where I take her. You're the one who left me with this mess, so you have no say. But when I come back, I'm going to clean up this mess, call my date. I assure you, I will have a normal date."
"We will see."

Before I grabbed her body, I went in the kitchen and grabbed two giant black trash bags with duct tape from under the sink. While opening both of them up, I made my way back into the bathroom. When I arrived in the bathroom, I bent down to the tubs level and began covering her body with the bags. Once I had both bags over the woman, I began to duct tape the openings shut. This way I knew the bags wouldn't come undone.
"Your going through all this trouble. When you could wait until tonight to let me finish her off!"
"NO! I told you, no more!"
I yelled furiously at him, while grabbing the woman from the tub, throwing her over my shoulder military style.

Before, I made my way out the front door. I looked out to see if anyone was around. When I made sure the coast was clear, I quickly made my way out to the car. I wasn't about to mess with putting her in the trunk. So I quickly opened the back door of the car, laying her in the back seat gently.
"Why are you being so gentle with her, shes dead?"
"Unlike you, I have respect for the dead."
"Maybe it's because I am the dead."
"Shut UP!"
I told him, getting into my car.
"Where are you going to take her?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"How about I make you a deal?"
"How about not."
"Come on. . . "
"NO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, but make sure you keep this in mind. Here soon, you will fully be a part of me."
"I'm glad you think so. But I think not."
I said, starting my engine of my car and pulling out the drive. I then began to drive down the road.
"I'm going to take her to the old cemetery, a little ways from the river."
"Don't you burry all of them there?"
"Look, if your going to leave me with your messes to clean up, then you can just shut up. I should be able to burry them where ever I want."

I stopped the car out in front of the cemetery. Before I got the woman out of the back seat of my car, I went to the trunk to get my shovel out of it. I then proceeded into the cemetery to look for a spot to burry her.
After I walked for a little while, I came to a tree stump away from all the other graves. This would be the perfect spot. I wanted to make sure everything was in line, being perfect for her burial. I know it wasn't my fault, but I felt bad for slaughtering the woman. I mean, after all, she is human. She probably had a mom and a dad that cared for her. I didn't even want to think if she had a younger brother, or sister.
I stuck the shovel into the ground, and began to dig her grave. It seemed to take hours before I got the hole deep enough. Quickly, I raced back to the car to grab her body.

"What would her parents say about you?"
"Shut up, I don't even want to think about it."
"Oh come on, Jared. With all the emotions running through you now, you need to talk to someone."
"Certainly not you, that's for sure."

I think he was a little shocked that I said that, but for whatever reason, it shut him up. I grabbed the woman's body from the back seat of my car and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her to her burial site. When I got her to grave, I easily lowered her in. Once she was in, I bent my head down saying a few kind words about her. I tried to say a prayer afterwards, but the words wouldn't come out. It seemed every time I tried to say God. The beast inside of me would stop me, or tremble in fear. I think it was a mixture of both. Whatever it was, it put a smile on my face.
"Does His name make you tremble?"
I asked, but the beast did not answer. When all the dirt was back over in the hole, I headed back to my car. For some odd reason, while I was doing all this, he didn't talk to me all that time.

Arriving at my car, I turned the engine on to see it was only six o' clock. Which was perfect, it would give me time to get back home to clean up the blood and take a shower. I was rather surprised that when I thought about cleaning up the blood, he didn't say something. I figured he'd say something on the way back, but the ride home was rather quiet. I wasn't about to get my hopes up just yet, for I knew he would come back like he always does.

When I arrived at my house, I rushed inside to the kitchen and grabbed the mop. Once I had the mop, I went into my bedroom to clean up all the blood. I scrubbed extra hard, so it would come off the wooden flooring. Once I was done mopping up all the blood, I quickly jumped into the shower.

Finally, eight o' clock was here. To be honest I was surprised to see I was still on the living side. This didn't matter though, I figured he would take over sometime here soon. I just hope it's not while I'm on my date. But the fact that he didn't already kind of worried me. It made me ask questions such as,"Was he just in my head?"
"Did I kill all of these people, or was it him?"
I tried to push thoughts like that out of my head. Besides, it was now time to go get my date. But before I even thought about leaving, I made sure that the blood on the wooden floor was for the most part out of site. But just to be sure I placed a rug where it was. When everything was in place I made my way out the door.
"You still alive in there?"
I asked him, getting into my car. But, once again, he didn't respond. Not letting it bug me I drove down the road to Karen's house. When I finally did pull up to her house, it was almost as if she had been waiting for me. When I pulled up, she made her way out to my car. Not even giving me a chance to go to her door. She was astonishingly beautiful, wearing bright red lipstick with a beautiful, white sparkling dress on.

While I was watching her make her way down to my car, I began to fall into a flash back. It was about the other girl I'd just buried. I saw myself as the undead beast, I looked even more disgusting than I could even imagine as this creature. I had no skin, it was all slimy bone. If there was any skin left on me, it was decayed away. My bones were not even the color of white that they were suppose to be, they were a blood red. I only had holes where my ears were suppose to be. While all this was happening, I saw myself digging my teeth into her skin, her blood beginning to flow into my face. The worst part was that I saw myself prying her stomach open, with my boney fingers. I probably would have still been in the memory if I didn't hear Karen's voice.
"Jared are you okay? You look pale."
"Yeah, Im fine."
I said, smiling and acting like everything was okay.
"Good."
"You ready?"
"Yeah."

At dinner everything seemed to be fine. He didn't even speak to me, but for now it wasn't him I was worried about. It was Karen. I was scared that if she found out the truth about me, she would think that I was some sort of a freak. But, for now, everything was going great. Dinner was going great. We talked about some really deep things.
After dinner, she wanted to come back to my place. I told her it was fine with me. I figured I would go ahead and take the risk considering I haven't heard anything out of him almost all night. We made our way out as I paid the waiter.

When we arrived at my house, she made herself feel at home by sitting on my couch. She then motioned for me to come sit beside of her, so I did. She then threw her arms around, looking me in my eyes. I did the same as well. Our lips were slowly moving together. It seemed that one thing led to the next, before I knew it I was back in my room. After cuddling for a little while Karen was sound asleep, but I wasn't able to sleep. I was awake, staring at the ceiling for no reason.
"It's time. . . "
"WHAT!? What do you mean?"
I asked him, but I was certain I knew what he meant.

It didn't take very long for him to start in. I started to feel the itching and burning on my sides. I quickly rushed out of the bedroom, into the living room.
"No, please not her. Stop this!"
I cried out, holding my sides that were now hurting worse.
"Please don't."
I tried to contain him as much as I could, but it was no use. My sides that were itching and burning were now starting to split up to my arms, blood was starting to cover every inch of my body.

I could no longer fight him. One of his boney arms made his way through my flesh. In this instance the other made it's way through the other side. I was now on the floor crying out in pain. Looking like some sort of a fool, having more than two arms. As if that wasn't bad enough, I could feel him make his way to my brain. He was starting to make surface.
"Don't fight it! It's here, you're finally going to become me."
I tried to keep my cries down so Karen wouldn't be able to hear me, but I know now it's to l. a. t.....e.

"So pathetic."
I said, peeling off the rest of what was left of Jared's skin.
"Jared what's with all the. . . . . AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"SHHH! Don't scream my dear, soon it will all be over."
"Who. . What are you? WHERE'S JARED!"
She asked, backing up into the bedroom.
"Oh Jared. HEHEHE. Lets say he's in a very special place."
"You. . .You killed him, didn't you?"
"Killed is such an ugly word, but I guess for him you could use the word. . . .Fused."
I think she finally gave up, she was now in fear up against the bedroom wall.
"Awwl, look I promise it will only hurt for a few minutes."
I said, grabbing at her neck, but in a blink of an eye she ducked from my grasp and managed to get to the other side of me.

"Stop, I wont let you hurt her!"
"Damn it, Jared! SHUT UP! You have no say in this anymore."
"Jared?. . .Wheres he at?!"
"It doesn't matter because soon you will be joining him!"
I yelled, running toward her, but as I did she ran for the front door.
"NO! STOP!"
Jared screamed from deep inside of me as loud as he could. His piercing yell brought me to my knees, holding my holes on the side of my head where my ears are suppose to be.
"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU KILL HER!"
"Jared. . ?!"
"Great, now look what you have done. She heard you."
"KAREN!"
"JARED! Is that you?"
"Yes, listen to me closely. I know this looks so messed up right now, but your the only one who can help me. I don't have much time, I don't know how much longer I can control him. In my bedroom underneath my bed is a chest. The key is located in the drawer that the lamp is sitting on. Unlock the chest, load the gun, shoot this thing."
"But what about you?"
"Quick, go now before he comes back!"

I knew she didn't want to shoot this thing, but she had to. She quickly ran past us into my bedroom. I knew she was looking because I heard some scuffling around.
"Jared, if she doesn't kill you. I will be sure to."
"That's big talk for someone who can't move right now."
It took all of my strength to hold him down. It wasn't until I heard the load of the gun that he broke free. But no matter, once he made it in the bedroom Karen aimed the gun at us. I was being plunged more into his soul, but the last thing I saw was her mouthing the words.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive give me. I love you"
After that, I heard the gun fire.
- - - - -
"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today for the remembrance of Jared Sanders. Jared was a good man. Always honest, always on time. But what meant the most to his loved ones, was how he was always there for them. If they needed something, he was there. Jared, May you Rest In Peace."
- - - - - -
"Hey, you still alive?"
"What do you think? If you are that means I am."
"Serves you right. This is where you belong, six feet under. This way we can't kill anymore."
"HA! Suit yourself, but I'm not staying here."
He stated to me, as he began to punch through the coffin. There was no point in trying to stop him, cause I couldn't. I no longer had control over my body. I was now just along for the ride, but I could still feel things. He now made it through the coffin. When he was finally out, he used all of his strength to make it to the surface. . . . .
© Cody1037
This has been done by a lot of horror writers. About ones conscience talking to them, or about a alien taking over ones body and the human still talks to them but doesn't have control over his, or her body. In which case that would be,"The Host." I thought I would do my own version of this one. Making things a little more interesting.

Hope you all like while your waiting for Part 7 and 8 to be up of,"Things From The Abyss."
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