Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

Chapter 13

~Demary~

October 19, 2:15 PM, Eastern:

I'm not Spirit. Not anymore. I can't feel a thing. I can't feel Spirit. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. I should never have left home.

All I could feel was darkness. I'm floating, inside my body but not able to control it. I can't see what's happening, and not knowing what I've done kills me more than not being in control. I wonder if this is how Spirit feels. Except he knows what's going on. I wonder what he would do while inside me.

I suddenly feel pain flare in my left shoulder. I scream and drop to my knees. The pain vanishes... I suppose Spirit is healing. But what caused the pain? Don't tell me- my heart sank. I was fighting. And knowing villains I was probably fighting my comrades.

I wish- I wish...

I shut my eyes tightly. It felt strange. As if I were a body in my body. Hugging myself, I let whatever happen happen. It was no use fighting it. I had nothing to fight against. There was no visible enemy.

Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the depths of my soul. It materialized into a young man with white hair and glowing eyes of which colour I couldn't make out. He held out his hand.

"Demary. Let us bond together. We shall be one, neither in control and neither losing it. We can fight Darkseid if you would only let me."

"Spirit?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes."

"How?" My breath hitched. His eyes glowed red. No, this wasn't Spirit. Darkseid was still controlling him. "Spirit no!"

Spirit scowled and reached for me. His cold hands grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. I resisted, grasping for invisible holds.

"Spirit stop!" I screamed. My stomach exploded in pain. "What is happening out there?!"

Spirit smiled coldly. "You're fighting Superboy."

"What?!"

"Yes. And unless we fuse, you'll be killed. His rage is fuelled by Miss Martian's death. That was your fault."

"I... Killed M'gann?!" I felt bile rise to my throat. "I couldn't have. I didn't kill her!" I spun angrily on Spirit. "YOU DID!!!" Spirit was taken aback, his red eyes flickering. My head snapped back as if is been punched. "Argh!" I touched my forehead, which was stinging. My arm started bleeding randomly.

"Very well. If you will not fuse, you are no longer useful to Darksied." His form flickered and vanished.

"Spirit..." I curled up in a ball, alone in the darkness, with nothing but pain.

Some force sent me flying onto the ground. I picked myself up laboriously, settling in a half sitting position. Why did everything have to turn out this way? I traced my hands across an invisible floor. Why-?

A/N:

Sorry I took so long just to deliver such a short chapter. I just wanted to put in Demary's POV on the whole thing. Again, so sorry!! I'll make it up with the next chapter, promise! :D