What's Your power?

You Know My Name Not My Story

Thomas' POV:

Its so hot out. I feel like I'm actually about to melt. Melting or not I still have to check on Steven. The way he was described as acting yesterday should have set up some red flags, but I can't think straight when I'm hungry. Since then I've eaten and thought about it a little bit more. He never wants to cause harm without it being a prank. Now that I think about it I'm still hungry. A raspberry turnover sounds good. Ooh so does apple though. I should just get one of every fruit ... For Steven of course. Who am I kidding he hates sweet foods. I'll bring him a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. I'm glad no one can see me drooling over the idea of food. Thomas you need to focus. The mental ward of the school is over here focus do not let you guard down. I will not turn back and get food I will not.

*ONE HOUR LATER*

I feel gross. I can't believe I ate that entire pie by myself. It was amazing and I won this cute t-shirt but I was supposed to be helping Steven. Now I've made it to his room bag of bread in hand. The door is welded closed.I let out a long sigh "Steven did you try to melt the door?"

Something hit the door. Thud, thud, bump, tap. Steven can't hit hard. "Thomas, Something took over my body all I can do is look at the horrible things its making me do"

I tilted my head. "let me guess this thing met you in a dream and covered you in black ooze, then proceeded to take over your body while taunting you about how it will let you watch as it kills all of your friends? Am I right?" His gasp was the only answer I needed "yep my friend you are possessed so do I have permission to enter your soul?"

I didn't hear him respond but when I blinked I opened my eyes in a completely different place. I was in a small apartment. I checked the front door, it was locked. I checked around the room I was in. There were two other doors. The room I was in had two small mattresses on the floor. There was also a kitchen it was kept decently clean, one or two dirty dishes. Everything in the room was moderately clean it was mildly disheveled but not enough to bug me. I opened one of the doors it lead to a very dark room. There was a large bed sitting in the middle. I could barely see the anything but I could make out a window across the room. I opened the curtains and looked out. There was a street just outside the apartment buildings parking lot. We were only on the 3rd floor. "How dare you wake me up."

I turned around a small, frail woman sat up in the bed. She was pale but still had a shadow on her. She wasn't covered in sludge. "You y-you're solid. That means you aren't goop, then what are you?"

I slammed the curtains shut and ran to the nearest door. I threw myself into the bathroom. Closing the door I realized I had run right into the bathroom. The shower curtain was sealed tightly with some of the sludge. "Now sludge I can handle." I touched it lightly. "where's a washcloth when you need one?"

The ooze bubbled then popped into non-existence. So no need for for anything to clean that with. I ran my finger along all of ooze when it popped I opened the curtain to find Steven bound and gagged with ropes of goo. "Steven! I never knew you were into this kind of thing." He glared at me "hey, you constantly prank me, I can make fun of you"

I untied him and all of the ropes dissipated. He lead me outside. "Thomas, he told me when you got here I am supposed to take you to the 'heart of my soul.' I don't know what that means but he said that you would"

Well he's wrong whoever he is. I look at Steven ... "I have an Idea Steven do I have permission to teleport to the heart of your soul?"

He tilted his head but agreed. With that I appeared at  a tall tree. I stood upon a big hill overlooking a big city. Sitting at the tree there was a small humanoid thing. It stood up and I think it looked at me it doesn't have a face so that makes it hard. "I see you are the famous Thomas. For some reason I imagined you taller." His voice was low and smooth. "Ah, but it doesn't mean anything. My height should be an indication of that. You should abandon the idea you can defeat me I have had so long to perfect my powers and you have had what, a couple of days? I believe you should join me, not only can I train you but you will also be completely safe."

I smiled at him lightly. I wiped his face. "You aren't the real Pollux, so why do you want to even talk to me?" When the goop disappeared it revealed a face. He had lightly tanned skin with a small mole on his left cheek. He kept his eyes closed tightly, I could tell with how strained his dark eyebrows were"W-wait you're the real one, crap. Here I was thinking I could wipe you away. By the way you have nice eyebrows."

He didn't open his eyes, but he did lightly sigh. His forehead did loosen just a bit for a moment. "Thomas, I would like an answer." I cringed because his offer was actually decent. Safety and I learn how to control myself.  "I see you haven't made your mind up yet. I will give you time. For now, I will leave your friends soul. Good day, dear Thomas. I do hope you make the correct decision here."

With that he disappeared into a puddle of sludge. I cleared it up and went to find Steven. It was a depressing city. The colors were all muted and there was trash everywhere. I was screaming his name when I finally found him exactly where I'd left him. He was tossing stones up in the air and lightly blasting them with the fire. "So you've seen my hometown it wasn't the best place for me growing up. I had to work in a shop at the age of 6. The owners were family friends so I worked under the table. Everyday they let me work for about 50 dollars a day."

I sat down next to him. He had never talked with me like this he was always acting so immature and trying to play pranks on people. "My mother was very sick so she couldn't work. We only survived off of her disability and my job. When I was 9 I had to start walking my younger brother to school he was starting kindergarten. He was so proud but It  made my hours more awkward. So I had to work pick up more hours and we lived like that for years. I wish I could say that it got better. Well it did after it got worse. I was offered a place at the school when I was 12. My brother encouraged me to go, but I couldn't leave him he was 9. He didn't have a power so I would have needed to leave him behind. That same day I was taking him to school when he died."

He leaned into me and started crying. I saw a small black figure running across the street when a car swerved barely missing it colliding with a tree that fell and struck where the figure was running. With that the childlike figure dissipated. "I went to the school and you know the story from there I mean you were there for most of it. Thomas, I need to thank you for putting up with my idiocy. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry"

I held him close to me. This is what Steven feels but will never say. This is his souls voice form within the soul he has a voice that will communicate with me and anyone else. He won't remember telling me this that's why Ty didn't remember anything he told me. I left his soul and left his bread outside the door. On my way out I told the nurses he is free to let out and make sure he gets the bread I left for him.