//------------------------------// // Chapter 12 // Story: The Voices of Nobody // by BowtiesandFedoras //------------------------------// "...obody... Nobody... Nobody!" I snapped open my eyes to see everyone gathered around me again, but this time, I was in a bed. I was in a hospital room, with an IV attached to my arm, and a heart rate monitor next to the bed. "W-What's going on?" I asked weakly. "After that... that thing flew out o' the window, ya blew chunks on Twi's floor and passed out," Applejack said bluntly. "Do you have any idea what that was?" asked Twilight. I didn't know what that creature was, but it felt like I'd known it my whole life. It just felt so eerily familiar. "No... No, I don't..." A woman in a nurse's uniform came into the room, "I'm sorry, girls, but visiting hours are over. You'll have to leave, but you all can come see him tomorrow." "Very well, Nurse Redheart," Rarity said. She picked up her purse, waved me goodbye, and left the room. The others followed, until it was just me and Twilight. "You know, if you need to tell us anything, you can trust us," I knew I could trust them, but the thing was that I had nothing to tell her. I looked at the clock on the wall, and noticed that it was nine o'clock. I figured I should get some more rest after that frightful ordeal, so I waved her goodbye, and slowly drifted off to sleep. I should have not gone to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw that evil figure hovering over me; its smoky form lumbering over the bed. I sat up, and would've screamed had it not forcibly thrust his black fingers into my mouth to shut me up. It -he- held one finger up to his smiling, red mouth, and in that multi-voice whispered, "Shhh... You might wake the other patients..." I was terrified. The taste of his smoke-fingers was gagging me. "Now, I'm going to take my fingers out of your mouth, and when I do, you are not going to scream, capiche?" I nodded quickly. He did something that looked like raise an eyebrow and said, "Promise?" I nodded again. He removed his fingers and waited for a few seconds to see if I would scream. When he was sure I wouldn't, he patted my head and said, "Good boy. Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and because I don't like to keep people clueless, I'll let you ask away." He cupped his hand around his "ear" and waited for me to say something. "Who... are y-you?" I gulped. "Ugh, I know you were there when I possessed you and said my name twice. But fine; my name, for now, is Vesania. It's got a ring to it, don't you think?" "What are you?" "In short, I'm just a demon that possesses humans and makes them do... naughty things. Jack the Ripper; that was me. Gilles de Rais; that was me. Jeffrey Dahmer; that was me, too. Basically, if my host body accepts me, I get control over it. I make people commit murders because when I kill someone, I can consume their soul (cheesy, I know), but I must say, they taste delicious. I tried going on an animal diet, but humans taste so much better..." Vesania licked his lips after he stopped talking. "W-Wait... weren't you living inside me?" "Yes... Ever since you were a child." "Then... Then how come you never killed anyone while you had me?" Vesania chuckled. I was worried beyond belief. "Now, who said I never killed anyone? Who do you think happened to your birth family?" He had another ear-to-ear smile on his face. He was expecting a reaction, and he got one. I knew exactly what happened: he possessed me to kill my own family. Four people were stabbed to death on June 17, 2011. A father, mother, and two sons were murdered in the night. The first born son was physically unharmed during the murder. He was asleep during the nighttime attack, and the killer was never found. That's what was told. That's what everyone believed. Some did suspect that I did it, but somehow the evidence did not point to me. But they were right. Half-right, anyway. I killed my family with a knife from the kitchen. He possessed me while I was asleep, and made me kill my family. Author commentary: Dramatic plot twist!