connecting the dots.

Connecting with someone is easy. All you have to be able to do is read their heart's desires, and their heart's fears. You must know that person, inside and out. If you cannot do that, then you will never see any truth to them whatsoever.

And I know, can tell, feel what he my host body wants. I can see his needs, his desires, everything. I know how to manipulate him into saying "yes." I know he will falter. I know he will crumble. I know he will burn every bridge and build a single new one; one leading over and across the River, into my domain.

And soon, I'll be able to fix everything.

easiest.

It's easy when they're on the verge of breaking.

But it's practically nothing if they're already broken.

interesting.

The inside of Owen's soul is quite interesting.

I crossed over into it today. At around 5 or earlier in the morning, I successfully breached the barrier shielding his "heart". I was even able to converse with his true... self.

The bridge was sturdy now, but it needs to be built upon with more... energy. It's not strong enough for the entirety of Me yet. If I cross now, Owen's body wouldn't last a month.

I need his body for longer than that. Much, much longer.

adoration.

I adore this town.

It's the perfect setting! The homeless, the broken, the wasted away, the rotted, the damned; all in one goddamn place! It's practically easy pickings!!

This town is sad. Sad, sad, sad. So sad. It's slow suicide.

Portsmouth is dying. Slowly from the inside out. It hasn't been apparent to anyone except Owen yet.

But it will be soon.

I am the manifestation of Portsmouth's decay. I am its reckoning, its destruction, its demon; its death.

attachment.

I'm beginning to really get attached to this body. It almost feels like I've always been inside of it, like it's actually mine. Everything's instantly responsive and so fast and I'm kind of so excited to properly test it out.

Not yet though. Not yet. I don't have strong enough of a hold on him yet, still.

Besides, it's still fun to watch this pathetic ant squirm. And he's just so fucking clueless! He doesn't even realize what he's harboring inside of his body.

I'm still deciding on my next move.

so, so easy.

I managed to walk around the entire house. It was marvelous. This boy’s body is wonderful. It’s just… it’s just perfect. A perfect fit. And he still doesn’t expect a thing yet.

Pushed that stupid comforter off, and practically leapt out of bed. Fell to my knees and tripped over my legs and hit that dresser. I licked my lips as I felt the pain surge through my body. I laughed with pleasure and smashed my head against the corner so I could feel it again.

I pulled myself up with the dresser, and looked into a white-rimmed rectangular mirror. This boy had blue eyes... pretty blue eyes. Elegant brownish reddish blond hair. Kind of chubby, but added to his overall… likeability.

I put my hand on the cold mirror, and closed my eyes. Yes. It was good to be alive again.

And then I searched through the boy’s mind… for all the delicious, delicious memories. From the hazy early ones to the clear, crisp ones from yesterday, I absorbed and consumed and filled my essence with them. By the end of the ceremony, it was like I had been there to witness each and every single incident. By the end, it was like I knew the kid better than he knew himself.

I decided to explore. To see these… others, in his life.

I walked across the top of the stairwell and into his brothers’ room. The little cute bastards were sleeping off their demons. I tapped one on the cheek with my hand playfully.

Left the room, and began to venture downstairs. Despite stomping down the rotting steps, the bitch in front of the computer didn't even notice me. I even called out to her, and she still ignored me.

I shook my head and chuckled. Poor, poor Owen.

I heard his little sister sleeping in her room. I cracked the door open and looked in. She was adorable.

And with the whole family accounted for, I went back upstairs, and jumped back into the bed.

Now I'm here, just laughing... laughing and smiling and giggling over how fun this is all going to be.

And so, so easy. 

soon.

The first thing I moved was the eyelids. They were the easiest. I pulled them back like curtains and the boy’s room was then revealed to me. Moonlight drifted just on the edge of my vision.

I tried moving the mouth next. It took me a few tries, but then I was excitedly using it to grin. And then the hand followed, with the arm hopping up next, and finally the legs gave way, and with those I gained control of the boy’s entire body.

I slowly pushed the thick blanket off of the body and sat up. The room was dark and dusty and I could hear the termites eating away at the house, and smell the house’s general decay. It rejuvenated me.

I only had enough energy to do grab this laptop from the side of the bed. Not enough power yet to fully control anyone, let alone this puny human.

Soon.