Greetings or something

It feels so good to move around. Even just lazily gliding my fingers across the keyboard is a nice sensation. I'm used to being what could be considered incorporeal. A "figment of the poor kids screwed up mind" I was normally called. No one believed him back before he started running. Maybe that's why he ended up running, because he was sick of the looks. The slightly nervous smiles his parents would give him. Would give us. When the thin faceless fuck took an interest in him he didn't say anything because his parents only believed a 4th of what he said anyways.

I'm getting off of topic.

He finally lost his marbles. His fragile little mind shattered into a million pieces and I was there to pick them up and make sure they could never be put back together. Gone for good is the shy little boy from before. I'm here to stay and I'm overjoyed to say so. There wasn't much of fight and Tori hasn't even noticed yet. I think the brat, Alice, may be suspicious of something.....I always forget she's older than she appears.

The day it finally did happen was the day Tori came back from another mission, this one had been for a couple of weeks. I made sure dinner was laid out as it normally would (I've watched Skye do it so many times I'd consider myself a master chef by now). We had dinner as normal though I made a few off color comments that I'm sure would have made her suspect something if she hadn't been so tired.

We even had a little guest. Apparently a proxy meant to deliver the instructions for Tori's next assignment. It was late and I didn't want him disturbing the fast asleep Tori. So I lead him to the kitchen (didn't want to make a mess on the carpet after all) and stabbed him with one of the larger kitchen knives. It was a slip of the hand. The other six times afterwards were not.

I made sure that he was good in dead before quickly hiding the body...well I would have but when I left him in the backyard for a moment, when I came back the body was gone. (Slenderman I presume) 

Cleaning the kitchen was a trivial task afterwards and a quick shower later I was back in bed. 

Ah....a good first night.

Right then. That's all for now, you can call me....I'll keep the name he gave me. Call me Alter.

Oh. Tori actually will know now. Oh well, this will be fun.

Until next time.

~Alter

Been a while....

Dull green eyes, stared in to mine. They were filled with glee. I weakly struggled against my bonds, trying to escape my chair to no avail. The woman in front of me giggled slightly as she dragged the scalpel slowly up my forearm, cutting deeply and eliciting a scream of pain from me. Though it came out as more of a weak rasp. I stopped struggling. Struggling made it worse, I realized. It was better to just sit there and take it. I tried not to scream, not out of pride, but because it hurt. My throat felt raw from all of the screams. Seeing me not screaming anymore, made the woman frown in disappointment. I dully realized that this was a bad sign. She reached forward with her scalpel and began digging it in to my cheek before slowly dragging it across my face. I felt a scream building in my throat and I opened my mouth to release it-

My eyes snapped open as I bolted upwards from my desk. It only took me a moment to identify my surroundings and realize that it had only been a dream. I looked down and my eyes scanned the familiar symbols that could be found within the book laying open on my desk. I had fallen asleep studying again. I had been doing that a lot lately.

"...it to fucking deal with people." I blinked sluggishly as I heard Tori's voice come through my door.

I had been avoiding everyone lately. I knew I was being childish...I knew I was acting like a pouty teen. To be fair, I am a teen. But I also know that in my situation, one where people depend on me, I shouldn't be acting like this. Tori didn't deserve this, Alice didn't deserve it, I hadn't even spoke to Opal...someone who could relate as well. I should have been helping her adjust to her new life as Tori had been doing.

I heard a dull thud on my door. "All of them don't know what's out there. I hate this. I hate having to keep all of myself hidden from people."

'You don't have to hide it from me.' I wanted to say that, I should have said that. This was the part where I listened to her frustrations, comforted her. Just as she had for me, time and time again. But I didn't. I remained silent as I had for days and days.

"Anyway, I have to go on assignment now. I stocked the fridge yesterday so that's that." I heard her sigh as she began to walk away.

"Thank you...." my voice sounded foreign to me, it felt like I hadn't spoken for weeks...I probably hadn't.

"Anytime." I waited for the sound of the front door shutting before slumping back in to my chair. I stared at my book, the symbols blurred together until I couldn't make out what they were saying. I stared at it in confusion. 

"Why can't I read it....?" 

"It's because you've lost your will." I nearly fell out of my chair at the voice. I whipped around and my glance fell on a figure sitting in my window sill. It was the cloaked figure from before, the voice matched up, as did the cloak. It was the woman who had saved me from the Rose Bride all those months ago. But what was she doing here?

"My will...?" 

"The book can only be read by those with the will to fight, I'm not surprised that the old woman didn't explain this to you when she gave it to you."

"It's just a book. To be read like any other-" She cut me off with a giggle.

"And I suppose the symbols are just doodles that are pretty to look at?" I sighed, she had a point. After seeing what the runes could do, I shouldn't be surprised that the book was semi-sentient. 

"And just who are you?" I probably should have asked this first.

"I...am..." she paused for dramatic effect as I leaned in slightly. "...the book." My eyes widened, and my jaw basically dropped. Was this like Bleach? Was she my zanpakuto? The spirit of my book? My thoughts froze when she began laughing. I stared at her as she continued to laugh. She eventually stopped and wiped a fake tear from her eye. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...just the look on your face just now." 

My eye twitched as I felt irritation, one of the first things I had actually felt other than emptiness in weeks. "Then who are you?!" I would wonder later why my phobia of girls wasn't kicking in here. 

She removed her hood and smiled at me. She looked to be a woman in her early twenties, long blond hair and bright green eyes, her skin not pale, but not tan. If I were being honest I would have called her beautiful. "My name is Kris, it's nice to finally properly meet you Skye." I held back the retort that this meeting was anything but proper. She stood up and walked over to me, circling me and looking me up and down. She stopped in front of me and set a hand under my chin, lifting my face so that my eyes met her's. I gulped and I felt the blood rushing to my face. She leaned in slightly, our noses almost touching. 

I'm ashamed to say at that moment that I froze up completely, it had only been in recent months that I had gotten used to Tori, I didn't know what to do in situations like these. 

Her voice was soft as she spoke her next words. "...and might I add, you're much cuter then I had imagined." Just like that she leaned away again, still standing in front of me but with an amused smile on her face. It wasn't hard to imagine why she was amused, given that it felt like my face was on fire. I was speechless, literally, I didn't even know how to respond to what she had said. She reached forward and squeezed my upper arm and nodded approvingly. "Some muscle but not too much...an agility fighter than. I can work with this." She nodded to herself again. "Well, when you get your will to fight back, anyways." 

My embarrassment mostly gone I looked down. "I don't even know how too...after I...killed...whoever that was, I just felt empty. No remorse, no sadness. Nothing. I don't know if I can fight again, not if I can kill that easy. I think it was my other...my Alter...." I heard a snort inside my head when I said this.

"Then why don't you start there?" 

"Huh..?" I looked up at her, wondering what she meant.

"Enter your mind, you know how right?"

I scratched the back of my head, feeling uncomfortable with the idea with what happened last time. "Well, yeah, but why?"

"Go in to your mind. Talk to your Alter. When you gain your will to fight...to live...back, come find me. I'm staying in town for a while so I'll be around, I'll know you're looking for me when you do." 

I shut my eyes and sighed. "Why would I-?" I opened my eyes and blinked, my room was empty, my window shut. I groaned and muttered something along the lines of 'showoff' before going and sitting on my bed, legs crossed. I would listen to her, what did I have to lose? I took a deep breath and began trying to enter my mind as I had before.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the kitchen of Tori's house. Somewhere I was greatly familiar with at this point. I glanced around for a moment, this was nothing like what I had grown accustomed to when it came to entering my mind. For what the millionth time that night, I was confused.

"You're mind is running damage control on your psyche. It's vulnerable, and with that being the case your mental plane has reverted to the place you view as home."

I whipped around only for my gaze to settle on my Alter. His bloodshot eyes looking in to my own from a seat at the dining room table. His legs were propped up on the table, a surprisingly blank expression on his face. There was something off about him though, and I meant more than usual. Absent was the crazed glint his eyes usually held. He just looked tired. I didn't know what to make of it, since the only thing he ever did was mock me, or scream at me. Any other emotion or action was unfamiliar. It was....unnerving, to say the least.

"So brat, what do you want?"

I ignored the fact that he had just called me brat even though he was just as young as me. "The runes, why can't I read them?" This was the first question that I asked. If Kris thought he would know, than he may have something to do with it.

"The woman explained well enough didn't she? Or did your trauma render you mentally handicapped?"

I shook my head. "All she said was that I had lost my will to fight. How do I...?" I wasn't really even sure why I was talking to him. He had never said anything that was useful nor was he trustworthy.

"That's all you need to know. You've lost your will to fight. Why would the book assist someone who had no use for it?" 

And even Alter was speaking like the book was a person, as if was sentient. He stood up from the table with a groan and then smiled at me, this was the type of expression I was used to when it came to me. The grin was wide, challenging.

"So here's the deal. Since you don't want to live anymore...I'll be taking your body. I'm not quite prepared to do so yet, but soon I will be. You'll have no choice in the matter."

I wasn't actually sure how to respond to that.

"And if you actually feel like putting up a fight...come back. We'll settle things then and there." He glanced over at a clock which read 11:20. "But for now, leave. I'm sick of seeing your pathetic face." and with a wave from him I was back in my room. I had broken out in a cold sweat. As I stared at the ceiling I could only wonder what I was going to do.

I once again felt an emotion other than remorse, for the first time in weeks. I felt fear.