Shattered Minds

CHAPTER 2: The Rise of Kaeraven: Unleashing the Deadly Bird of Prey

⚠️ WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence and disturbing themes. Reader discretion is advised

Kaeraven's presence grew stronger within Kaven, and he struggled to resist it. But Kaeraven's voice in his head was too overwhelming.

"Let's have some fun," Kaeraven whispered. Kaven could only watch helplessly as Kaeraven took control of his body. Fear washed over him as he remembered what Kaeraven was capable of.

"No, please don't do this," Kaven pleaded weakly, but his voice was barely audible over Kaeraven's maniacal laughter. It was no use, Kaeraven had seized control.

"Why not?" Kaeraven sneered, enjoying his power over Kaven's body. "It's just a bit of fun. And I'm having a great time." Kaven's fear intensified as he realized what was about to happen next.

As Kaeraven continued to laugh maniacally, he heard a noise outside. He paused, listening carefully as footsteps approached the door. Kaeraven darted to the kitchen, his eyes scanning until he spotted a small knife on the counter. He grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket, relishing in its sharpness against his skin.

Opening the door, he found a couple standing outside, searching for a realtor to show them a house in the area.

"Hello, I'm Kaeraven, the realtor you're looking for," Kaeraven said with a charming smile, hiding his true intentions. "May I show you some properties that might suit your needs? This way, please."

The woman hesitated and looked at him suspiciously. "Actually, we were just admiring this house," she said, pointing to the property behind her.

Kaeraven's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ah, my apologies for the confusion. Please forgive me," he said smoothly, gesturing toward the house behind her. "This is actually one of the properties I was going to show you. Please, come inside and take a look. I promise you won't be disappointed."

The couple agreed to follow Kaeraven inside the house. Kaven watched in horror as Kaeraven locked the door behind them, trapping them inside.

"This place is incredible," the woman said, scanning the spacious living room. "Wow, look at this fireplace," the man exclaimed, admiring the stone structure.

Kaeraven smiled, leading them further into the house. "I'm glad you like it. Wait until you see the rest of the property."

But as they moved through the house, the couple began to feel uneasy. Something about Kaeraven's demeanor was off-putting, and they started to regret following him inside.

"Maybe we should go," the woman whispered to her partner, trying to hide her fear. But before they could make a move, Kaeraven turned around, a wicked grin on his face. "I have something special planned for you two," he said as he reached into his pocket. The couple backed away, but it was too late. Kaeraven pulled out a knife and waved it in front of them. "And you're not going anywhere."

"What are you doing?" Kaven whispered, trying to reason with his alter ego. But Kaeraven only sneered. "I'm going to have some fun," he said through his mind to Kaven, turning his attention back to the couple. "And you're going to watch."

As the couple huddled together, the man tried to protect his wife by stepping in front of her, his arms outstretched. "Stay away from us, you monster," he said, his voice trembling with fear.

But Kaeraven only laughed in response, twirling the knife in his hand. "You couples are so predictable," he said, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Always trying to protect each other, as if it matters in the end."

He lunged forward, the knife glinting in the dim light. The man tried to dodge out of the way, but Kaeraven was too quick. The blade sliced through the air, tearing through flesh and bone. The man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood poured from the wound.

His wife screamed, a sound of pure terror and anguish. "No, no, no!" she cried, trying to drag her husband away from the crazed realtor - or rather, the man who was pretending to be one.

But Kaeraven was not done yet. He advanced on the woman, his eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger. "You're next," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And then it'll be your turn to join your beloved husband."

The woman scrambled backwards, her eyes darting around the room for any means of escape. But Kaeraven was too fast. He closed in on her, the knife held high, ready to strike.

The woman's heart pounded in her chest as Kaeraven loomed over her. She was trapped, with no way out. She could see the cold, calculating look in his eyes as he prepared to deliver the killing blow.

"Please, don't do this," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "We'll give you anything you want. Money, jewelry, anything. Just spare me." But Kaeraven only sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I don't want your money, miss." he said. "I want your life to be ended."

He lunged forward, the knife flashing in the air. The woman screamed, the sound cut short as the blade plunged into her chest. Blood spurted from the wound as Kaeraven twisted the knife, relishing in the feel of the warm, sticky liquid on his hands.

The woman's eyes widened in horror as the life drained from her body. She gasped for breath, trying to hold on, but it was no use. Her body went limp, and she fell to the ground, her eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Kaeraven stood over her, his chest heaving with excitement. He had done it. He had claimed two more lives. And he knew that he would do it again and again, as many times as he wanted.

As he stand himself looking at his gruesome work, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Pathetic," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "So weak, so fragile. It's almost too easy."

As Kaeraven stood there, he spoke to his helpless original personality, Kaven. "Don't worry, Kaven," he whispered to himself. "It's all for the greater good. These couples were standing in the way of our plans."

"P-please... stop...," Kaven said weakly, trying to regain control of his body.

But Kaeraven only laughed in response. "Haha, you're too weak, Kaven," he said mockingly. "I'll stop for now, but it's too late to save them anyway. You see, I control your body while you're trapped in my mind. Resistance is worthless."

As Kaeraven relinquished his control of Kaven's body to its owner, Kaven stumbled and fell to his knees. He couldn't bear to look at the gruesome scene before him. The corpses of the couple lay lifeless on the ground, their blood staining the once pristine floors. Kaven felt a wave of disgust and fear wash over him as he realized the extent of the horror that Kaeraven had unleashed. He knew that he could never let Kaeraven take control of him again. The cost was too high, and the guilt would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Kaven leaned against the wall, his mind racing with self-blame. "How could I have let this happen? How could I have been so weak?" he muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face.

"I should have fought harder. I should have never let Kaeraven take over like that. It's all my fault." He couldn't shake the feeling that he was responsible for the horrible things that had happened.

Fear gripped him as he realized the enormity of the situation. "I have to clean up this mess," he whispered to himself, his voice shaking. He knew he had to act fast before anyone found out what he and Kaeraven had done. He grabbed a bag and hurriedly made his way to the basement to dispose of the evidence.

"I need to find a way to get rid of him," Kaven thought to himself, determination setting in. "I can't let him control me just to hurt anyone else."

(End of the second chapter)