Mianite: The Third Dimension

14: Taking Over

Tom's POV

I don't really remember when Kova "took possession of me" (at least I think that's what they called it), but after that it was like I was watching myself through foggy, warped glass. He had more say in what I did then me. I couldn't think straight. I only thought what he would let me. My arms and legs moved on their own. It was terrifying.

Watching my friends get hurt was worse. I've killed them before, sure. But it had always been temporary. They were never gone for good. But when Kova was in charge of my actions and with death being the way it was, I had no idea if they were alive or dead. Jordan's words  stuck themselves in my brain. "I don't want to hurt you Tom." It made me feel sick.

After the battle Pyrite held my hand. "The deed is done, my love." She purred. "My God, you were fantastic." I smiled. It hurt. What if I killed my friends for good?

I found myself wandering. The main headquarters were huge. I found a window a couple floors from the top and looked over the entire city. I could see the towers, the sea of thatched roofs that made the outer city, the wall, and the rocky wasteland beyond. I could feel Kova inside me, but he was dormant. If I died, would he die too?

I heard something down the hall. It was the room that Pyrite and Ramadon first brought me to. The jars glistened in the faint glow of their own quintessence. There was more in there than last time. One of them was definitely bigger, a pink one labeled 'Brianna'. There was some new ones in the back, they said- 

Hell no. HELL NO. I got down and stared at Tucker's name in disbelief. Sonja, Wag, Jordan, Erin, they were all here. I felt my rage boiling inside me. This ends now.

I picked up one of the smaller jars, Erin's I think, and smashed it on the floor. Quintessence dissolved into the air. I did it again. And again. And again until all my friends were free. But why stop there?

Most of the other Jars were too big to pick up, but I could make do. I quickly punched the Mianite jars. It took a couple tries, but soon I broke the glass. The Dianite jars went down faster, I knew what I was doing.

By the time I got to Ianite, Kova had taken notice of my actions. Don't do this, he spoke into my head. You will regret your actions. Ianite's quintessence faded before I hit the ground. I moved on to the next one. I kicked it. Don't Kova spoke again. The jar cracked. Next.

One more jar went down. Kova brought me to my knees. I punched a jar with all my strength. quintessence trickled out. Every muscle hurt. It was getting hared to move. I fell into the next jar. If I can't use my strength, I'll use my weight. The jar toppled and shattered. On it's way down it hit another and suddenly the sound was excruciating. I will end you Kova screamed inside my brain. Only one jar broke. The leftovers were cracked at best. My body felt like it was on fire. I could no longer move. I did what I could, I just hoped it was enough. Ramadon grabbed me by the shirt and turned me around to face him. I was limp but he held me up so I could look him in the eye. "Sup, twat?" I said the best I could. 

"You have done a bad thing." He growled

"For you maybe."

"Do you not understand how much trouble you're in?"

"Oh I do, but I trust my friends, and my gods, and now that they're free, there's nothing you can do to me tha-"

He punched me. "That's what you think, traitor."