Marty's Loss of Control
((NOTE: He is stuck in a zombie invasion with friends, and he lost control in his demon form. Lets read what happens))
Get me out of here!, I screamed desperately in my head, not knowing what was happening now.
Later...
I sit there in the darkness of my own body, slowly giving up hope...
Still later...
I see a figure in the darkness coming towards me. I knew I was past taking back control of my body. "Please.. I'll do anything.. Keep my friends safe... I'll even give up my body", I pleaded, falling onto my knees. He walked close to me, then stabbed his claws into my cheek. I felt searing pain, but I didn't scream out. Tears streamed out of my eyes and I felt more pain as they touched the open wound as he took his claws out. "I shall finally take over this body... Your friends will be safe. Its a pity that they did this to you as a child. I wanted a stronger body. Although, looking helpless in the human form will help me greatly", he said in a eerie voice. It sounded vaguely familiar... I saw light coming from behind him. He stepped into the doorway and looked back at me. My tears streamed out of my eyes faster, mixing in with my blood. Father!!!?, I thought miserably. There he was, in front of me, standing with his human body with that well-developed morphing power, only his arm into a wolf form, the long claws dripping with blood. He is.. dead.. So thats... What has been making the blind modes..., I thought, watching him close the door, and I was consumed by the darkness again.
