Control, ᵐᵃʳᵏʰʸᵘᶜᵏ

「FIND」

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H.A.E.C.H.A.N.

I was born a devil.. not a human. I know so much about this world yet..

This place is becoming more confusing with these people. Before, deciding was so easy..

Now.. people are thinking so hard, very hard.

I want to stop Mark from being reincarnated again yet.. I don't.

Cause.. I'm starting to like Mark. I'm fay for him now, great.

I lean back onto my chair as Mark just continue sleeping.

I sit beside him and caress his hair.

"I haven't done this for a while now.." I muttered as I close my eyes.

I try going back into Mark's body and he groaned.

I focused more and I opened my eyes. I looked at my side and realized that I'm controlling Mark now.

I get out of bed and grabbed the gun in his drawer that I put there.

I then went to his mother's bedroom and saw his mother sleeping.

I pointed the gun at her. I want to kill her but.. but I shouldn't mess with people's lives.

My hand was shaking as I keep pointing the gun at her.

I then put my hand down and sighed. I left the bedroom and went back to Mark's bedroom.

I lie down on his bed before leaving his body again.

I looked at him and he was already awake, causing me to jump off the bed.

"Aish.. you scared me." I said but he only sit up and look at me.

"Can you please not control my body?" He said then my hands became a fist.

I kneel down in front of him, his legs in between my legs.

I cupped his cheeks and lean closer to his face.

"Well, if only you aren't my master then I wouldn't be able to control you.

Remember, Mark Lee.. I'm trying to save you so, be thankful.

Anyway, your birthday is in a few days away so, I have to plan.

You can sleep again." I said as I stare into his eyes.

I let go of him and sit back down on the chair as he was left frozen.

"What's wrong?" I asked then he shake his head.

"N-nothing.." He said but I only furrowed my brows.

"You remembered something, didn't you?" I said then his eyes widened.

"N-no—"

"Don't lie, Mark. We share the same body since you were a child.

What is it about? Your mother's murder? The fact that you murdered her?

Or is it something else?" I asked then he looked at me, worriedly.

"Something else.. about you disappearing."

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