The Hunter With Two Souls

Death

Thoughts    

We start our story zooming in on a small boy about 6 years old, lying in bed, curled up in a ball, crying. He has bruises, cuts, & scrapes all over his body. Now... you maybe thinking that he fell off his bike, or fell down some stairs. No, his so-called "family" had beaten him savagely the night before.

Y/n: Why? Why do they beat me? What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment?'

Hundreds of questions fly around his head at a million miles a second. His door opens.

Yang: get up, you worthless freak."

Ruby: Yeah, loser. Get up."

You get up slowly because of you wounds.

Yang: FASTER!"

she marches over and punches you in the gut you, knocking you to the floor. She continues to beat the everlasting shit out of you. After a few seconds there's a snap, and time freezes. You open your eyes when you don't feel pain anymore. You stand up, and look around the room. A small bed, a sheet, a pillow, and a closet with 3 sets of clothes.

You walk over to Yang and wave your hand infront of her face. You ball your fist, and punch her in the face. But when your fist gets to its target, it goes through it, as if she wasn't there. You blink in confusion, and look down, seeing your body. Or at least, your corpse.

Y/n: am I dead?

You go to your body, and look at it. the cuts, bruises, gashes and dirt covering your body makes you grimace.

Y/n: man, I look like shit.

You look out the window, and fly out it. You fly around for what feels like days, but in the time of the living, it has only been a few seconds. You float down into a house, and look around.

Y/n: as much as I love being dead, I'm afraid if I don't leave this realm soon, I'll stay here forever. And as this is fun as fuck, I cant get my revenge from here.

I see a kid about as young as I am..was..were..damn being dead is confusing. He is sleeping peacefully, I get an idea. Possession. I position myself in the same exact way the boy is, and slowly lower myself onto him. As I expected, I pass right through him, but what I didn't expect, was that I would be drawn into the boy's mind. I open my eyes and see a large grassy field stretching on for miles in all directions. I hear something, and crouch down. I see the kid from the house, skipping along in the long grass, not a care in the world. I smile.

Y/n: wish I could have had that. Now, how do I nose around in this kids memories.

I try concentrating, and I find myself in a large library with Books everywhere. On the floor, on the tables, on the stairs, literally everywhere except for on the shelves. I roll my eyes.

Y/n: there's no way I'm going to be able to go though all this in one night. Well..might as well read as I pick up.

I pick up a book, and feel a rush of memories flood into my mind. I drop the book, and take a step back. I process the memories I just received. If was a collection of toys, their names, what/who they were, and what how the kid imagined them talking.

Y/n: so I can absorb memories from these books. Before I do that again, I want to make sure they don't disappear from his memory when they get transferred to mine. Wish I could see what he was doing.

And just like that, I'm in a large room, with a MASSIVE TV at the front of the room, showing a couple eating pancakes.

Man: how'd ya sleep, son?"

???: fine dad. Thanks for asking. Could you pass the syrup, please?"

I realize that I'm watching what the kid sees. I smile, sit down, and enjoy the show.

Y/n: Wonder what pancakes taste like.

A small plate of pancakes appears before me. I grab one, and take a bite. I groan at the divine taste.

Y/n: this is food. REAL food. No wonder those dicktips with legs hogged it all for themselves.

I eat the little disks of happiness, while savoring each bite, like it would be my last. I finish them all to soon. I sigh, and go back to the library. I carefully pick up one of the books, but there's no surge of memories. I relax, and Imagine a title for what the book holds inside, and it does.

Y/n: fetishes. That's going straight to the black mail bin.

I smile and imagine a simple medium sized wooden box, and when it appears, I place it inside, before going around the room trying to organize the pig sty (st-eye). After an hour I drop the book I'm holding.

Y/n: there has got to be a better way of doing this. Maybe...

I look at a random book, and imagine it floating up, and to my hand. It floats up and zips towards me and into my hand. I smile in satisfaction.

Y/n: that'll work. But I'll have to start small, don't want to over exert myself.

>Thomas<

I'm walking home from school on my usual route, when the school bully blocks my path. I turn around, and see some  of his friends blocking my escape.

Bully: well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite punching bag, Thomas."

>Y/n<

I look up from my task, and teleport to the screen room (he doesn't know what a theater is). I see a kid about 3" taller then us. He has blonde hair, green eyes, blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a malicious grin on his face. A grin I know all too well.

Thomas: what do you want today, Alex?

Alex: well, I've had a very stressful day, and I was hoping you would help me with it."

I felt my anger surge. I had escaped that hell, to escape being a stress reliever, and here I was, in a different body, but the same shit. It made my non-existent blood boil. Alex strikes Thomas in the gut, causing him to crumble. His friends around him, and start to kick him. I finally make myself know to Thomas.

Y/n: Thomas!"

Thomas: who said that?"

Thankfully he couldn't be heard over the cheering of the bullies.

Y/n: no time to explain, I need you to switch places with me, and you don't have to speak out loud. I can hear your thoughts just fine."

Thomas: how?

A word pops into my head.

Y/n: say thirku, and I'll take it from there."

Thomas: Thirku."

I feel a surge of energy, and suddenly I'm the one getting the shit kicked out of me. Memories of my life flash before my eyes, and my rage grows with each strike. (0:24-0:50 [replace ghost rider with Thomas except his eyes are Orange, and the main thug is Alex])

Alex: Thomas.; Thomas, I'm so-"

Y/n: sorry, Thomas can't come to the scroll right now, please leave a message after the beep."

I slam my head into his, breaking his nose, and knocking him out. I drop him into a heap.

Y/n: beeeep." now which way is home.

Thomas: can I have my body back?

Y/n: the second we get home, I will give you back control. But you won't be able to walk with this amount of pain.

We limp back home, with Thomas guiding me. We get back home, open the door, and just as I promised, I gave Thomas control. He promptly passed out, and face planted on the floor.