My other Half.

Chapter 3

Here's some fun facts. Demons. They're not what you think. They're people who've died and haven't passed the judging of God. They're Damned to Earth forever. Some are bad, mean, and ruthless. They'll kill you in seconds and tourcher you. Just because they're bored. And bad demons are usually murders, psychopaths, and people who just do horrible things. Now there are good Demons, and they're called protectors. Now Protectors are very rare because their people have killed themselves. But Protectors are always grouped in with the Demons. People have a horrible habit of grouping them together. But not a single Demon or Protector has fused with the living before. Marcus and I are the first to have ever done it.

A lot of people call Demons and soul takers. My mother used to tell me that Demons were the most horrible things in the world. And that if I find one that I should run away as fast I can. She's told me this ever since I was able to walk. But I never thought I would meet one so I never worried about what she said. Some of the worst Demons in my personal opinion are the psychopath serial killers. But I got extremely lucky. Marcus is a protector. A good one too.

Marcus was a teenager when he died. His dad would abuse him and his mom. One day his dad just cracked and killed his mom. Before Marcus's dad could turn around and kill him, like he killed his mom, Marcus ran and killed himself. He told me he didn't want to die at his father's hands. He was fifteen when he killed himself. He would've been twenty years old in the present day.

When Marcus joined with my soul that day. He wasn't even meaning to. When he said he was never going to hurt me he meant that he was going to protect me till the day that I die. And somehow he accidentally joined with my soul and me. It's kinda like there's two people in my body sometimes. He can't control my body. But I can feel his presence and he can invade my thoughts when he's in my body. He can ghost and kinda possess me. But It's not possessing me. If that makes any sense. He has his own body, but he can't be walking freely. With his gray skin and antlers. If people saw him walking with me on the streets they would freak out and start screaming. It's because almost all of the human race thinks that Protectors are just like Demons. And well because Marcus is pretty freaky looking.

Marcus only shows himself when it's just me and Dad. Or when we're at home. Now he can't just stay at home by himself either. Because our souls are linked. And that day when he fused with me he took half of my soul to be his. If we get more than half a mile from each other we start to die. And trust me we tried to let him stay at home when I go to school. I don't think I was ever in such pain in my whole life. It felt like I was getting torn apart from the inside. Not a very pleasant feeling and I don't ever want to feel like that again. And it's hard to leave him. He's like my heart and soul. We're like tape stuck to plastic bags. Inseparable.

Now something we humans have been taught since we knew about the Demon race is and I quote. "Don't make a Demon angry." And the reason why is because every Demon and Protector have their truly demonic side. Everyone has this side. And it's ten times worse than what Hollywood portrays them. And well I learned this the hard way. Me and Marcus were just messing in our room and at that time I didn't know that Intense emotions can trigger his demonic side. We were just wrestling on the floor and he accidentally cut my arm. And I'm not talking about a little baby cut, no he fully put a gash in my arm. A cut that needed stitches. When he saw what he did he scrambled off the floor and stood in the corner with his hands in his hair. He started twitching. It was hard to see because my vision was blurred from my tears. But I could still see his body contort into a tall bony thing with black skin and arms that went down to his knees. His antlers grew bigger and his face warped into a Raven skull. His skin had patches of thick fur and his legs twisted into a horrible shape. His feet turned into hoofs. He looked truly terrifying. He looked like a Wendigo. He saw me scramble back with terror in my eyes. And he quickly morphed back into his human form and when he did he had thick streams of tears on his face. And that day I got thirteen stitches in my arm, and a wicked scar waiting to form.

One of the saddest stories Marcus told me is the reason his human looks the way it does. He told me that when he killed himself he ran to the forest. He ran to his favorite hideout. A place that no one knew about. And he stabbed himself right in his chest. He was sitting slumped on a tree taking the last couple of breaths when a moose walked up to him. It simply laid down next to him and laid its head on his legs. And then the Raven landed on the moose's antlers. The moose began to start talking to Marcus. And Marcus told me that he freaked out when the animals started talking to him. But they did. The moose told him that it'll give him his antlers for protection and that the Raven gave him it's skull for camouflage. And when this happened he turned grey like the grey clouds.

At first I didn't believe him when he told me the story. Mainly because animals can't talk to you. So he was either very delirious at the time or he wasn't joking. But then I realized he wasn't joking with me. And he didn't know when he told me that he was dooming himself to an eternity of humiliation. Because now of that story I call him "my baby deer", and he gets so angry when I call him that. And well I know that deep down he secretly enjoys it when I call him that. Plus he looks adorable when he's angry.

One of the coolest things we can do is we can read and talk to each other's minds. Whether he's in his own body or he's hiding in mine. It really comes in handy when I need help on my English tests.

At first when we fused with eachother Marcus wasn't really outgoing. He was really shy and scared. And he simply felt guilty for doing this to me. But thanks to Marcus, I now have demonic powers along with the stuff I was born with. People who have unnatural abilities like me are called freaks. There's only about five hundred thousand in the whole world. We're kinda rare. We tend to keep ourselves hidden, because if we don't we get terrorized. Bullied, harassed, and killed. I don't have to worry much though because I have Marcus to protect me.

One thing I do regret is that when we got back home the day me and Marcus is when my mom went ballistic. And my dad started getting depressed. They were scared. Because, usually, Demons eat souls. And they didn't know that Marcus was a Protector. They thought he was going to kill me. My mom did everything she could to break the bond between me and Marcus. She tried priests, witch spells, therapy, even vodu magic.

When Marcus first showed himself my mom threw holy water on him, while she held up a cross. It really hurt him. And since it hurt him it hurt me too. Since we're linked. If one of us gets hurt the other gets the same exact wound. But she didn't know that.

The second time Marcus showed himself my mom grabbed me my mom grabbed me and threw me in the car speeding away. She took the split chance she could get with Marcus away from me. I almost died that day. I was lucky she realized what was happening before she drove any farther. After a few weeks she just gave up. I think she came to the realization that she couldn't do anything and that she was just hurting me in the process. But when she stopped trying she got more and more distant from me. She couldn't even look me in the eye, actually, she couldn't even look at me period. She didn't' kiss me goodnight, or give me hugs anymore.

The part that hurts me the most was when she stopped saying "I love you" to me. She was acting like I wasn't her daughter. Like I didn't even exist. Did she really think that if she ignored me I would disappear and come back like her normal daughter. But in reality I was there. I was still the same person as before. I just had more abilities along with some eternal company. If dad's okay with it, why can't she be okay with it too? He just felt guilty for letting it happen to me. But me and my dad still can't believe she walked out on us.