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His possession of Trevor's being nearly complete, Tom seeks to take full control of Trevor by taking over his body. The problem now is that Trevor's body has again gone missing, and he has a good idea where it could be. Rachel, Liz, and Susan try to regroup with Naomi who seems determined to cut them off.
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Where is it? Where is it? Where. Is. It? The question burned through Tom as he searched through the house for any indication of where Trevor’s body could have gone, but, try as he might, he couldn't find any sight of it anywhere.
Worse, as he frantically searched, he could still hear that annoying voice of Trevor in the back of his mind, if that was even the right term to use considering he was lacking a body. He was laughing like crazy right now, taunting Tom that his plan didn't work out. Tom was almost surprised the little idiot wasn't concerned with what happened to his body, afterall, he knew Trevor wasn't able to have moved it, so where could it be?
”What's the problem?” Trevor gloated, ”Angry that you're stuck with me? The little idiot?”
I'm surprised you're not freaking out right now, Trevor, Tom replied, drifting to the first floor of Trevor’s house, afterall, do you know what happens to your soul when your body dies while you're not in it?
”I'll end up like you?” Trevor asked, ”A sad little old man outsmarted by an idiot eighteen year old?”
Tom chuckled, Not quite. You see, you wonder why our powers are so different Trevor? When my body died, a part of my soul died with it. Since then, I've changed, my soul is dying, and my powers have changed. I can no longer possess people the way I've used to, and instead have to rely on other body hoppers to have a semblance of my former power. However, as you've experienced yourself, I can infect other body hoppers and take them over from the inside.
Tom smiled as he felt Trevor's fear, it seems the little idiot was finally starting to piece things together now. Finally.
You see, Trevor? Tom continued, If your body dies because, let's say, you haven't been feeding it or giving it water, then you will end up exactly like me. A lost soul, doomed to wander until your soul fully withers away or you trick some idiot horny body hopper into helping you.
”So that's it, then?” Trevor asked, ”You just want to live again?”
Tom hovered by Trevor’s mother as she was busy preparing dinner. Tom noticed that, despite there being three people in this house -- well, there should be three people anyway -- Trevor’s mom only seemed to …
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The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
Very nice story. Thanks for it. :-)
What a story! Loved it all the way through, no idea what it'll be but cant wait to see what you write next!
@Petr_Zuty
Glad you enjoyed it! 😊
@Owl
Glad you enjoyed it! I am working on some more stuff, hopefully the wait won't be too long!