#ichase

Chase didn't like the quiet that surrounded him.

He had no idea where he was. He was fairly sure he was dead? His risky spell had the exact effects on him that Mr. Foley had warned them of that one day in class when using one's special abilities as a physical power source. He knew his power source had been suddenly destroyed, causing his body to not be able to handle the sudden lack of magic and he died in Melissa's arms. 

So how was he still conscious? How was he still aware and thinking? He couldn't physically tell of his surroundings, but he was still there. 

His mind also felt extremely full. He'd never thought about his mind feeling empty, but he certainly didn't feel like how he did now. He couldn't understand how he knew this, but it almost felt like there was a second mind along with Chase's own.

The second conscious was passive to Chase's, but had a sour feeling to it and was much more frenzied in itself. There was underlying emotions going through the other soul that Chase could feel. Rage, hurt, shock, triumph, determination, love, hatred. He could almost see the thoughts of this other soul: a glowing white rock- the White Stone; a girl with bright blue hair in an Everston outfit- Melissa! Another girl with white hair and a pink and purple highlights- LuLu? What was his classmate doing in this other person's mind?

Chase did not like this other being that was here with him. He had no idea who it could be but whoever it was was not someone Chase would associate with in his living form. 

The other conscious stopped thinking about whever presumably killed it and actually contemplated their current state of being (which was the first thing Chase did. Their priorities are clearly different from one another) and seemed to come to a similar conclusion that Chase did about it.

But that was where the similarities in their reactions to each other ended. The other soul lashed out at Chase, despite being in a timeless and spaceless void of nothing. It suddenly had Chase in a death grip, angry and powerful. Chase was not prepared to be assaulted in such a way and immediately struggled to escape. 

The other soul gave off a sadistic satisfaction at the yellow soul's frenzy. It seemed to know exactly who Chase was, as an image of his dying body and Melissa kneeling beside him flashed across its mind. 

Several horrible thoughts and images flashed across whatever connection the two souls had. Chase recoiled from the evil that was so close. He had been to the Spero's hideout and broken into a hospital, lied to his friends and kept secrets, but never had he been in such vicinity to a dark and harmful being like this one. He was scared, and the other being here thrived on it.

There was a clear dominance in this toxic relationship. A new plan flashed in Chase's mind: find a body. Chase didn't know which terrified him more- being with this parasitic mind for all eternity or having that same entity be free in the world again.

But it seemed that Chase's opinions mattered not, because just as he was easy restrained, he was thrown to the side as the other soul took control of everything. Matter took shape around them as they returned to an unknowing physical plane and the other soul claimed dominance of their new form. 

Chase wanted so badly to ask if the two souls could figure this out, and the other knew this. But it cared not and caged Chase inside this new body, in his own mind. 

He so wished Melissa were here to comfort him as he braved this new prison alone. 

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