Puppeteer (Old)

I Fail To Control Myself

Rosie? Wren...Wren! She's inside me! My dead sister, she's back. She's back...

And then suddenly my body is writhing in agony. I fall to the ground, my muscles refusing to obey my command to get up and run. I grit my teeth until I'm forced to cry out - I scream with my head thrown back violently. My veins pulse with this poison that threatens to burst open my insides. I can feel it's purple stream through acute senses that peak due to adrenaline, but it doesn't do me much good. My hands twitch violently, bones cracking and fingers jerking randomly. Through slit eyes I see black - the floor became night in seconds, as if sensing pain and responding accordingly. I want to dig my nails into dirt and hold my breath and dive underwater, down down until I can't suck in oxygen and won't make the air pockets in the water satisfy me. I want to die, that's how bad the poisonous virus hurts. 

Is this Wren's doing? Why can't I think? Blank blank blank...no thoughts. Too much to endure.

"Are you enjoying your sister's resurrection? She's settling now, getting her soul to trap itself. Isn't it grand? Your dear late sister, back from the dead thanks to me! Now she lives on in you, and quite literally! How amusing!" the Creator screeches, though I don't want to pay attention. It's voice nestles itself in my mind, giving me a painful headache but that doesn't rival the quivering of my own soul being disturbed. 

Like a puppet I rise slowly, unnaturally twisting my limbs against my will. The hurting stops, so I assume that my sister is settled in now. But is that a good thing? 

I'm not sure.

"What...did you do to me?" I whisper, though I doubt I'm heard. Regardless, I try to stand. My everything aches like fire, though the sensation of tearing veins is over. There is no way my kind, beloved sister would ever hurt me on purpose. What happened was just a side effect. An incredibly breath-stealing one, but I just can't believe that-

Wren, what did you do to me?

WHAT? YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR POOR, BELOVED OLDER SISTER? OH, ROSE. I'M OFFENDED.

How...is she talking to me? Am I finally going mad? Do I have to deal with another mind reader? ...Whoopee.

"So do you know now my power, little Rosebud? I can bring back the dead! I can create a whole world to my liking! I can give power to mere mortals! You have me to thank for your incredible water manipulation. Your normal ability to manipulate all you love, that is reserved for the Creator of Earth. Whom you call God." I can almost taste the bile in the word as the Creator says it. A rotten feeling courses through me, something I can't explain. Then just like that, it's gone.

"Go join your troops, Rose. They're waiting for you."

And for the third freaking time today I teleport.