It was a fleeting realization, in the moment. I have no idea if other people are self-aware of their trance face, but I know mine. It’s a heavy-lidded grin, sometimes opening into an out-and-out smile, and on special occasions becoming a big-eyed look of expectation and waiting.
I made that face a little bit at Beguiled, and I can feel it when it happens. And I saw it mirrored in her face in that final moment, when everything was at its peak.
Beguiled was her very first hypno con after five years of me bugging her about how much she’d love it, and about 13 years since the amazing evening from the post above. We had played a little as the weekend progressed, but not done anything too involved.
At least, that is, until Sunday afternoon, where I found myself smirking at Lois as I tossed lengths of rope between my hands like one very cocky motherfucker. We’d just gone to @zanydanger’s rope lounge and I’d re-learned some of the basic ties they had taught me years ago, and I was, as I say, feeling my Wheaties.
We’d played a little with rope the weekend before when I was in town, but without anything actually getting tied. What I did do was build a potent suggestion for Lois that the rope I use was *very* powerful and would cause intense and pleasurable feelings, or perhaps tranciness, or perhaps both, when it touched her or she touched it.
So there I was, tossing around the rope like I was some boss dom, but I actually possessed just two things: the knowledge of essentially three ties I’d learned about 20 minutes earlier and a play partner whose brain was ever-so-willing to help me out. But that’s really all you need.
Things started simply enough, as I reminded her how good the rope would feel as it wound around her ankles and her wrists. Lois is such a vibrant person that it’s striking when she slips into trancy space, and it was even more striking as she stayed in something of a waking trance as I tied.
There’s something fundamental for me that’s touched off when I’m touching her. Knowing that I could do something to keep her here, both literally and metaphorically? That was a good thing, and I savored every moment of it.
Once I was done, I decided to play with a trigger we’d built where any time her arms were raised, she would emerge from trance, but when they were lowered or dropped, she’d drop back down into trance. Of course with her arms bound together, the rope in my hand had a lot of say as to how awake she was… or not.
It was in that moment that inspiration struck, and while she was in trance, I got another rope and made what I’m calling, for lack of a better term, the Fractionation Machine. I tied her arms to her legs with a fairly loose rope, and told Lois to raise her arms. Since the rope was loose, she was able to raise her arms fairly well and come most of the way out of trance.
When she lowered her arms and went back into trance, though, I took some of the slack up between her arms and legs. The next time up wasn’t quite so far, and the drop, well… it was all the deeper for the short trip up.
Every time up would be harder, with the line going taut and rebounding her back into trance more quickly than before. It was… rewarding to see her strain against the rope in an ultimately futile effort to come back up from trance. It also didn’t hurt that I eventually held the middle rope in my hand instead of tying it off, sometimes giving a little more slack only to yank it tight just when she thought she was emerging from trance.
Actual look on my face.
Seeing her struggle between waking and trance was utterly delightful, as was knowing how much she was enjoying the ride.
After a while, I brought Lois back to some modicum of awareness and began to untie her. She was in that post-trance bliss we all know and love, and I was riding super high on the toppy energy of the moment.
It would be fair to say that hypnotic amnesia fascinates her, and as deeply gone as she was the time was right. I suggested that she’d find the details of what we’d done becoming increasingly distant, and that the remembered feelings would be more than enough to satiate her curiosity.
As I brought her up from trance, I was ready to shift to aftercare, but…
I wish now that I could remember what she said that pushed me over the edge, but memory fails me.
Whatever it was she said pulled the reins off the part of me that had wanted to show her what I could do when given the chance for a while. I have some complex emotions going on when it comes to Lois, and it’s hard to state how much more complex they got over the weekend of Beguiled. Perhaps it was the ease with which she’d been topping me on and off through the weekend, or the way she’d jumped into some fun scenes with a few folks that went places I wasn’t sure I could go, but I felt a very potent need to remind her who showed her this stuff in the first place.
I needed her to see how well I knew her and how well I could wield that knowledge against her. It was a moment I’d idly and not so idly fantasized about for years.
I quickly wrapped the rope around her wrists, one by one, just enough for her to notice it was there. As much as the physical restraint is fun, the mental restraint is and always will be the heart of the matter.
So I laid her back on the bed, leaning against the headboard and pinned her arms above her, tying them firmly in place and telling her she wasn’t allowed to be in trance.
As long as her arms were stuck, she didn’t get to feel that bliss or that release. She was unable to relax and sink, and the need was building. It started as something like a whimper, and maybe a salty glance, but that was not what I was there for.
I was there to hear her ask. I was there to hear her not just want the release and bliss of trance but to *need* it and to need it from *me*. I toyed and teased, more self-assured than I’ve felt in years, lying beside her as she moved from amused to needy.
It was then that I slung my legs over her, mimicking a move she’d discussed being a favorite of hers as a top. I snaked my way up to her face, and told her:
“What is it you want?”
“I want to drop.”
“Say it again.”
Her voice became clearer.
“I want to drop. I want to let go.”
“You’re going to have to ask for it.”
“Can I please drop?”
My face was inches from hers, and that’s when I saw the look. The eyes somehow droopy and wide all at once, the muscles slack but expressive in equal measure and that sense of longing and expectation and need. That was the one.
I remembered it from myself and from her face more than a decade ago. It was the face that stuck with me; the one that I remembered more clearly than anything else. My heart was racing and my own mind spun with the possibilities. Oh, the things I wanted to do.
As the energy and the tension grew, she didn’t notice how my hands had moved to the ropes tied to her wrists, still pinned above her. I built the anticipation higher, and then told her to ask one more time.
“Can I ple-”
I pulled the ropes.
Her arms fell.
She went limp and sank beneath me as it all went away.
She couldn’t have been closer and yet farther away in that moment.
I couldn’t have felt more satisfied or more needy.
It was so, so good.
This just started getting shared again. It was 14 months ago and feels like it’s been a decade. Damn.
come in, my pretty little adventurer, i know you’re out there.
ah, there you are. thank you for obliging me- i do so love it when visitors come by.
hush, i know why you’re here. no need to foul my mood by reminding me. besides, i don’t see you doing much slaying… it seems so silly that you could have ever considered such a thing, doesn’t it?
think of it… depriving the world of such a beautiful thing as me. my forked tongue, my slitted eyes, my strong tail. come closer, touch the scales. aren’t they warm? smooth?
i know, i know, your king has ordered the murder of all naga, i’m aware. and while you seem like the obedient type, i’m not sure that loyalty to the king is what you’re truly meant for. shh, don’t mind my tail. i just happen to love protecting treasures within my might.
my eyes, yes, i’m so happy you noticed. all of those swirling colors… mesmerizing, aren’t they? i can tell how much you’d like to study my eyes, how much you’d love to get lost in them. lost in me.
that’s it, dear one, relax against me. i’ve got you, you’re safe. you’re where you’re meant to be. can you feel it? how calm you’re becoming? how much you belong here? wonderful, darling. submit to the feeling.
it’s okay, love, i’m not wearing clothes either. i understand that you’d want to be rid of yours. well done. i’ll take good care of this gift you’re giving me.
well, now, look at this. you’re quite flustered, aren’t you? never seen twin cocks before, hm? ah, just the blessings of being a naga. can you imagine it? how good they’d feel inside you, stretching you and bulging out your stomach? you’d be fuller than you’ve ever been, you’d be so owned. and this sensation, this pleasure you’re feeling from my eyes and my touch… well, it’d be inside you, too.
doesn’t that sound nice, pet? why don’t you straddle me, grind your precious hole down onto my twin cocks, feel just what it is that’ll soon be filling you up.
i love a little bit of cum magic. i think we all do.
dragon’s cum that’s so warm, and it makes you heat up. and after long enough, after being filled enough, your body just wants to be that warm. its too cold without- best to cuddle up with your dragon again and nestle its hot cock inside you again to stop your shivering.
werewolf cum that floods you with endorphins, with hormones. it makes you want to gather up soft pelts and make yourself a little nest, it makes you smell sweeter to the werewolf’s nose. it makes you find yourself chasing a craving you can’t seem to satisfy- until you realize that the emptiness in your stomach isn’t a lack of food, but a lack of cock.
mermaid cum that makes little webs span your fingers and toes, that makes thin gills sprout at your ribcage so your partner can pull you deeper into the water. youll find quickly that your skin gets dehydrated once you spend too long too far away.
demon cum that makes everything feel so much better. its hot and its so much and gods, you just want more. you cant help becoming insatiable, especially not when youve grown little horns, and having your demon hold onto them just feels so, so good.
am i the only one who dreams of being possessed by a succubus?
like, being a passenger as a much more confident but probably no more horny than I creature inhabits my body and finds dozens of partners willing to spend some time satisfying my body, fucking deep into me and letting me ride them with enough passion it can almost be called violence. not having to worry about how to get myself into their bed, bc the demon is doing it for me. sure, it might be siphoning their sexual energy for itself, but i dont need that. as long as i can experience the sensation of dozens of cock stretching me out and giving me everything they possibly can- damn. its a sweet deal. being ravenous in a way that i, lets be honest, always am, but this time theres someone inhabiting me that can get me exactly what i want.
you were brought on as the sorcerer’s assistant. they had other plans.
they kept a connection with you, telepathically, so that they could guide you through your lessons even as they did something more important. the side effect, of course, which they expected and you did not: the hypnotizing quality of having someone else’s voice in your mind. someone else telling you what to do. you would follow that voice wherever it asked, do whatever it required.
and the spellwork- it all required the use of your hands. yes, incantations made of intricate finger patterns, of course, but also alchemical spells that imbued your skin with magic when you dipped your hands within them. some felt just heavenly… heavenly enough that the feeling would spread if you pressed your hands to any part of your skin. and of course, your mentor would notice.
go on, they would say, whisper into your mind, you know where you want that feeling to be. the workbench is clear and clean, have a seat and allow the spell to spread.
the voice was right, whatever it was, it always was right. there was no need not to do as it asked- so you hopped up onto the wooden desk and pull the fabric from your body until you can feel the burning pleasure of the spell across your most sensitive, nerve-filled places, and even inside you. the feeling alone rips an orgasm from you.
my sweet little apprentice, your master purrs into the back of your mind, you’re going to make a wonderful toy.
So here we are people! This is the first part of a story/RP that @hypnofrenzy and I have been working and writing together for the past couple years. There’s a ton still to edit and make readable to anyone else but this is part 1. So please enjoy this hypno-filled adventure with a lovable, and sometimes goofy bunch of characters we’ve assembled here!
It was a quiet day in the town of Beacon. Most days were. The town wasn’t known for much. The football team had a decent track record but never made it to the finals. The swim team had a decent record but always managed to fail In the middle of the pack. Even the local school rarely had anything remarkable except your typical high school shenanigans. A place where yesterday, today and tomorrow had no real difference from each other. It was in the high school of beacon that the events you are about to read of unfolded one spring day. A story about meetings, partings, and the people who laughed, loved and fought along the way.
James sighed as he waited outside the principles office. He was in trouble for beating some jerk jock up and now as punishment he was made to give the new kid a tour. The new kid, couldn’t really be called a kid but in the same way most high schoolers don’t recognize they’re almost adults, adults seldom realize they’ve graduated from being children. It was one such individual who had yet to realize he was approaching adulthood and moving away from childhood who was sitting outside the office waiting to meet his soon-to-be tour guide.
“Hey dude!” Sitting outside the office in a tank top and athletic shorts with his cap on backwards in Nike’s was a lazy looking guy of about 17 or 18 but he looked like he had to be older given that his height was about 6’1 and he had a pec shelf that seemed to bounce whenever he worked them
“Names Jason! Sup?” Jake looked him over. He laughed in his head “great another jock” he walked over and help his hand out “hey I’m James nice to meet you Jason” The jock and the nerd, a typical pairing in any story but James certainly wouldn’t fit that stereotype given his build and Jason certainly did to a T, which he seemed almost eager to take off. “Nice to meet ya dude!” Jason’s pecs bounced in a rhythmic dance as he talked, almost like it was done independent of the jocks will. He reached his hand out and shook James’s hand firmly and gave him a once over. Like a predator suddenly seeing fresh meat. You almost swear his eyes seemed to switch color to a deep purple from a radiant blue for a moment. “You the one showing me around?”
Now ordinarily a teenager’s eye color changing would hardly be considered normal. In fact, it would be fair to say that it was abnormal in almost anywhere outside of a fantasy novel but James looks at him and instantly knew what was going on. He had heard of this new drug X-23, a hypnosis drug. Drugs in a small town like this where nothing happened might be odd, but even a place where nothing happened had to have recreational drugs. They were almost ubiquitous in the world of today, from Adderall to Weed, Aspirin to X-23, there were drugs to satisfy the desires of almost anyone. “yeah this way” James puts on a giddy smile and guided Jason down the corridor.
“Cool dude. Let’s go I can’t wait to get into my class. Got some energy to work out and something tells me I’m gonna like this place” Jason follows with a lax gait that seems to do nothing to hide the fact that his cocks actually rock hard despite the fact nobodies done anything sexual to it. A common enough state for a teenager in high school, whose mind equally runs around the topics of sex, games, and sports in todays sexualized world.
James smiles as they turn a corner he shoves him into a locker “look here Jason I know you are high on that hypno-drug, and I’m telling you, if you do anything I will hunt you down and beat the shit out of you. This is the first school I like so far so don’t mess it up” he stares at Jason angrily. Jason suddenly smirks and looks at James as if he heard a funny joke nobody else could hear. With that joke known only to Jason his eyes immediately turned completely purple. “Drug? Oh that shit yeah it’s pretty great. Does wonders for my eyes. Really gives them an entrancing appearance. Don’t you think dude?” The jock says with an eloquence heretofore unexpressed and quite frankly out of place in this child in an adults body.
James pinches Jason like a chiding parent reprimanding a child who has done something wrong, “my dad does therapy hypnosis it doesn’t work on me ‘dude’” In a feat of strength not out of place but certainly unusual given their respective heights and weights, James picks Jason up, “give it all to me now. All the drugs you have.”
The lackadaisical look that’s occupied the Jasons face the entire time vanishes suddenly, as if it had been mist in the morning light. Replacing the look is a cold edge that’s almost protective and sinister in equal measure, “Don’t think you can bully Jason just because he’s a little relaxed James.” A different tone and diction seem to have taken over the lazy jocks vocabulary, “There’s a reason I exist.” A swift punch suddenly lands on the throat of James, as a kick hits the solar plexus.
“I’m the only one who screws with Jason” James grabs his throat coughing as Jason drops to the floor landing on his feet glaring at him, “yeah and who the fuck are you?” James gets up and leans on the locker staring at Jason, scared not just for himself but for Jason too. A friend of James, an old friend of his took X-23 and changed so badly, he couldn’t let someone else change like that too.
The man who looks like Jason stares at him with purple eyes as deep as amethysts, “I’m the other side Jason. The one that protects Jason from anyone who tries to bully him or push him around. He’s a nice guy. Too nice. So he needed someone to look after him. So I was born when he couldn’t handle it in fifth grade. Just call me Jase. I’m the one who built him this body to help him defend himself.” Jase as he calls himself now leans down and pins James against the locker with his shoulder and chest and stares dead into James eyes. “And if you ever do something like that again I’ll make you regret it.” James looks at Jase with a pleading stare, “I didn’t want to hurt him he took that drug… my friend “ he coughs “… my friend Alex took… “ he coughs again “took it…. he’s presumed dead….” he starts coughing more “…. please I…. I need my inhaler..”
Jase smiles at him over with a cold glint. “I don’t care what happened to your friend I’m only concerned about Jason. He’s MY best friend even if he doesn’t know I’m here most of the time.” Jase slowly drops James and gestures for him to get his inhaler. “Now breathe in that shit you need to and get back to showing Jason around the school. And let me warn you. He’s gay so no gay bashing or I’ll come back out. And while Jason may not know how to use what this drug gives him. I do.”
He grabs his inhaler and sighs he looks up “look… for one I don’t even know if I’m gay so you don’t need to worry, and two I don’t want to hurt him I just don’t want him getting in trouble like some kids here have…. I don’t have many friends just thought he’s new we could be good friends….” he gets up as he brushes his hand through his hair he looks at Jason/Jase as he smiles “I swear I won’t hurt him”
Jase slightly softens the edge in his gaze, “Fine, I’m happy to be your friend and Jason loves making friends with anyone even if he gets pretty affectionate with his guy friends, But he means well. If you want I can even help you try to find your missing friend later” Jase backs off James and the purple color begins fading from the eyes back to their regular almost sapphire blue, “I’m giving James back control. Just remember he doesn’t really know what happens while I’m in control. All he knows is that you just rounded this corner.” The purple fades completely and a dumb seemingly lackadaisical smile and ease appears in Jason’s eyes and posture as Jase retreats. “Hey dude so we going on the tour? You okay you look a little worse for wear dude?”
James nods “before we do…. the drugs? Please I’m only looking out for you if you get court on your first day!” He looks at him and smiles as he guides him towards to the classrooms. He has to say for a guy Jason was cute. But James wasn’t gay… well he didn’t think he was he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been in a relationship since his girlfriend three years ago…. he cheated on her with a guy but he was drunk so it didn’t count… James thinks to himself.
James looks puzzled as he scratches his head and tilts it almost like a puppy seeing something new, “Drugs? Dude I don’t do drugs. My dad says they’re vitamins. Something about an experimental nutri something and that I need to take them or bad things happen.” He smiles as he continues on rambling like a river continually flowing onward without pause, “I take it once daily at home and I’m good for the day!” Jason comes up and hugs James from behind and swings him around “I’ve decided you need to unwind dude and I’m just the guy who can help you!” He says with all the confidence of someone who doesn’t usually get refused and laughs.
James pushes him back, “ok dude no…. I only said that cause my best friend… he took them for the same reason but got addicted… he took them so much… and…” James looks down trying to keep his eyes from flooding with tears “… and he died….. I don’t want you to get hurt…” James sighs as he looks up. Jason’s face droops as he hears the story, “Aww man he died from vitamins? Dad said the side effects could be bad if you aren’t like us but he never said it was that bad.” Jason leans down and pats James shoulder and then wipes the tears with his hand. “I’m sorry dude that sucks.”
James nods “yeah so please don’t over do it…. I kind of like you as a friend.. I don’t swing that way” he smiles as he guides him into a classroom. It was nice and small. A teacher was asleep at the desk while students were being silly as they are want to do when unsupervised. Throwing spitballs, texting, and generally swapping stories in hushed voices, “This is Mr. Stones classroom it’s Religious Studies. Basically an easy A so no one takes it seriously” Jason smiles, “Really? Not even a bit dude? aww well. But your cute you know it’s a real shame.” Jason follows him into the classroom, “Ooh cool so it’s about that guy on the cross right? Idk much about that but why’s the teacher guy asleep too? That’s weird dude” he laughs as he sees the textbooks on religion in it. James laughs, “Mr. Stone only teaches this class because no one else will he doesn’t care so we take it as a chill period my seats at the back” he walks to two back rows completely empty and sits down at the desk.
“Sweet dude!” James lopes casually to the back saying hi and introducing himself to everyone with an almost boyish enthusiasm that defies the muscles he has on him “so what we gonna do then? I didn’t bring shit.” Jason laughs as he waves at some guys who look like they might be footballers. James pulls out a sketch book colorfully decorated. James is sitting right at the back in the corner. No one sits near him he puts in headphones. Jason wanders over to the nearest available desk and just sits down on the table before he starts chatting again to James almost oblivious to the fact that people with headphones don’t want to talk to others, “So there any sports teams or stuff? What do you do in your spare time? Are you any good at drawing?”
James looks over and sighs he didn’t normally have friends, “Umm I guess I’m good at drawing and yeah we have but I don’t really do sports..”. James laughs, “Cool dude! So, let’s see the pictures! I’m good at drawing too! I can draw stickmen, snoopy and a turkey with my hand!” Jason laughs and Suddenly traces his hand and makes a turkey, “See?! But I’m awesomely good at sports apparently! The Team always says I’m an entirely different person in the gym and field! Honestly dad doesn’t like me playing because he says it could be bad if someone figured it out but I don’t know what he means. We moved here after some guy saw dad and me at a game and he started taking pictures with a fancy camera.” Jason’s stream of nonsense babble goes on forever as if he’s just so excited to have a friend on day 1 of school, despite the fact that James and Jason met only a little while ago.
James smiles a bit and can’t figure it out. Jason was the total opposite of the other him, Jase…. yet he felt like he knew Jason from somewhere…like they had met before. He smiles at the picture of the turkey Jason drew with his hand before starting to draw Jason “I was told I had the physical body for sport but I never got into it”. Jasons face lights up like a Christmas Tree, “You totally should! I’ll teach you everything I know! Not that I remember much hahaha, I kinda space out”. James finally notices James looking him over “like it?” He flexes his arms and then lifts up the hem of his shirt and makes his pecs bounce while laughing. James shakes his head as he finishes a sketch, “I wasn’t looking cause of that I was cause of this” he holds up the drawing and smiles “also I don’t think me doing sports is the best thing.” Jason’s mouth opens wide as if he had seen the worlds greatest magic trick, “Aww man that’s awesome! You’re really good!” He examines a picture replete with colors and rainbows.
Jason smiles “keep it if you want” looking down at his phone James suddenly stands up quickly “ I got to go!” James looks crestfallen and sits down in the chair and looks at Jason, “Aww man and we were having such fun dude. What’s wrong you were gonna show me round?” Jason almost looks like a puppy despite his 6’1 size. James has tears in his eyes but doesn’t look back as he heads to the door “I’m sorry… I have to I have to go” he gets up as the teens laugh and throw insults, ones he’s heard one to many times.
Suddenly Jason’s eyes turn a purple so deep it’s almost violet and a weird sensation suddenly quiets the room “be quiet!!!” The room immediately descends into silence, It’s immediately obvious that Jase is suddenly in control of the body of James, his entire demeanor going from slack to ramrod straight as he stands up and adopts an almost drill sergeant demeanor. The entire classrooms eyes suddenly take on the same purple glow as Jase stares at the class, “Go to sleep!”. The command reverberates into the surrounding students and once satisfied they are asleep Jason rounds on James “What’s going on that Jason brought me outlive this? Why are you crying and making him upset!?”
James pushes Jase away and tries to make for the door again, “just leave me alone, and let my fri…. the other students go they aren’t involved!”.
Jase suddenly sneers as he looks around the room at the sleeping students, “Oh I’m sorry did you say almost say friends?” He derisively rolls his eyes and points at James imperiously, “Let us be clear here: the people throwing insults at you are not your friends and they definitely don’t deserve your kindness.” Jase picks up an eraser that had hit James as he was on the way out and puts it back on the chalkboard before continuing, “but since your here and you seem to care about these-asshole so much I’ll make a deal. Tell me why your upset and I’ll let them wake up. Or they can stay asleep. Your choice” he shrugs as if none of this has anything to do with him.
James sighs and pulls out his phone, “for about a month I’ve been getting texts from my dead friend Alex.” His eyes tear up as he seems to start remembering a far-off past of a happier time before suddenly returning to reality and continuing again, “Well…. he’s been stalking me threatening me. Daring me to take that X-23 drug to let the real me out…. he says I can be with him again.” A tear rolls down his cheek and runs to his chin before dropping off as James finds the strength to continue as the tear drops off, “But it can’t be him cause he’s… he’s dead…”
Jase frowns slightly and his expression softens a little, “Did you actually see his body? Because dead men don’t talk” Jase says as he seems to pivot between understanding and needless cruelty with equal ease, “plus it’s easy to spoof a number and say your someone else, I swear I got a call from myself once.” James nods sadly, “I saw the body…but it has to be him he knows things I only told him!” He says with conviction. Jase seems to be getting more intrigued, but still Looks around and tries to seem uninterested and project a devil may care attitude, “Such as?”
James looks down and slowly begins to start the story as he sits down on the edge of a desk that a sleeping student has conveniently not fallen onto, “about three years ago I was actually friends with everyone here…had a girlfriend was captain of the football team was on the wrestling team…then one night…at a party I must have got drunk cause I don’t remember much but apparently I did stuff and most of it everyone knew and they all hated me for it but Alex he knew other stuff but he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone….he wouldn’t tell people about who my real parents were or why they left me..” James sighs as he reminisces
Jase sighs as he uncrosses his arms and crosses the room to sit down at a desk across from James, “Fine. Let’s say your supposed dead friend is back from the grave, which is nonsense but let’s go with it for a second. What exactly do you propose to do by rushing out of class? Huh?” Jase almost seems to have adopted a teacher’s demeanor, he holds his hand up and begins numbering off problems, “Do you know where he is? Do you know how to find him? Do you even know for certain that nobody was around when you told him those things? And what even is your plan?” He stops and points out the window with a sweep of his arm, “To go blindly searching the town for him?” The mockery seems to grow with each mounting obstacle Jase points out, “For a smart guy you sure aren’t thinking any of this through.”
James feels anger rush up boiling hot like a burning sensation in the brain, an anger he didn’t know as he gets up and yells at Jase and pushes him into the lockers behind the desk, “fuck off!! I’m leaving cause it’s too much! because he’s right!! There is something wrong with me!!!” James doesn’t understand what’s wrong right no but just can’t seem to care at this moment, he was fed up with his life “I hate my life!! If giving in and joining Alex is what I have to do then fine!” He starts to start walking forward to leave. Jase suddenly lights his eyes up and looks the sleeping students over as if a tiger assessing prey, “Oh really? You don’t care? So, then its fine if I just do this?” He points at two students who fell asleep next to each other’s desks, one a sandy blonde about 5’6 and the other a brunette of about 6’1 who seems to be an athlete of some variety, “hey you two in the corner. start making out.” He points to two girls who almost look like they could be twins with the fact that both have shoulder length brunette hair and rather slim builds, “You two girls start dancing on the tables.” Jase looks at the teacher, “Just get the hell out of here and forget you ever worked here.”
Jase nonchalantly orders the class to do all of this as if he was just idly reading a grocery list. “Now, that’s what you told me not to do right? Screw up your little school?” He rolls his eyes as if the request was ludicrous on its face, “If you’re going to screw it up yourself then I don’t really see much incentive to restrain myself.” He rolls his eyes and keeps mocking despite James evident growing anger, and by the way you should back off before I give you another lesson like I did this morning Asthma Boy.” He lets out a teasing grin.
James growls as he goes to hit him but falls back and grips his head suddenly as if a splitting headache has just hit his head, “awww!!! Stop!!” But he wasn’t talking to Jase, suddenly from somewhere inside of his head James was talking to someone else, “please!! I I just want to be me!! Who are you!!” He yells out more to the unknown self within as to the annoying asshole who was just taunting his classmates and making his teacher quit, suddenly a different tone and cadence overcome James and his demeanor changes as well as he lets out a yell, “awww!! So noisy!! Everyone shut up!!” in combination with the shout all the kids and teacher freeze and stop talking.
Jase appears neither surprised or astonished by this change as he examines his fingernails, continuing his nonchalance about the entire affair, at least on the outside, “There we go. Thought I recognized the symptoms of another person in there, especially considering who I share a brain with.” Jase sardonically grins as he starts to become more and more certain of his guess that James sudden turn to unpopularity was definitely not “his” fault, “So how’ it feel to be coming out? What am I gonna call you?” James shakes his head “no!!! No!!! stop!!” He falls to the floor as his eyes slowly close.
Jase catches James and gently lays him down and kneels next to him as he whispers, “Let him out. I need to talk with this guy.” He kneels down and puts a firm hand on his shoulder and looks him square in his eyes. “Let. him. out.” he grabs his jaw and lifts it up, “An asthmatic kid being the captain of the football team and wrestling team? Unlikely unless there was something else going on. So. I need to talk with the other guy in your head James. Just for a little bit. I think he and I know each other.” James shakes his head in denial and confusion, “no!!! I.. what’s going on? it hurts!!”
Jase smiles, “My first guess would be classic dissociation disorder. Like with me and Jason. You don’t remember what you did at the party, but I bet the other guy does. So, I need to know what’s going on here if you want answers. I’m not interested in manipulating your ass. I’m just here to protect Jason.”
James looks up crying as tears spill down his cheeks “I… I… I know you…. we met when we were little in that place…. that place… I… I can’t remember…” He almost seems puzzled through the tears as to why he both can and can’t seem to recall a past with Jase and himself. Jase meanwhile adopts a more caring tone than he has up to know as he becomes more and more certain that this James is the guy he knew a long time ago, “I know it’s hard. Jason mostly forgot about it too. It was a testing area for the drug. You know the one Jason takes every morning. It’s a mind-control drug in some people’s hands, but for people like me who have an innate ability, it actually helps suppress the abilities rampant misuse. Kinda like how ADHD meds work in reverse on people without ADHD.” He patiently explains.
James nods but still can’t think straight “I’m… I’m scared… what am I…..”
"You’re just like me. You’re a Mesmer. which means sometimes you have two sides to your personality. The sweet lovable side that likes to care for people. Like Jason. and the other side that exists to protect that side. The personalities tend to only manifest in times of extreme emotional distress, like high school.” gestures around to the frozen classroom “The violet eyes are kinda an obvious giveaway. You kept asking Jason to give you the drugs, right? Well, he can’t because they aren’t addictive to us since they were made to help suppress our powers.” Jase continues gently explaining everything he remembers, “Otherwise people would just be randomly obeying every idle whim that passed through our heads. and we can’t have that.” Jase gestures to James, “Years ago we got caught in that place while they were developing the drugs. Probably a clinical trial of sorts. but when they found it worked, they released us because we wouldn’t be harmful anymore. Sadly, they didn’t count on the drug being addictive to people who aren’t like us.”
James eyes glow a crimson red “they are lying to you. You think that’s what happened that’s pitiful” he gets up and pushes him away as he stretches “mmm god James was such a fun person that everyone loved. But then we got a bit tipsy, and I got woken and then he turned into a quiet loner!” He laughs as he looks into the room “I’m way more fun aren’t I guys?” All the kids and teacher cheer and clap chanting his name “Jake! Jake! Jake!” He smiles “and to think you believe they tested drugs on us!” He laughs “you really don’t know the truth, do you?”
“Well nice to meet you, Jake. Be quiet kids the adults are talking.” the room instantly falls silent. "Much better. Now, let’s hear your account of the incident. Since you’re so convinced by it. And could we hurry this kindly? Jason really wants to have fun with James, and this is ruining his fun time with your other personality. Then again I do find this personality very interesting.” Runs a finger down the front of Jakes shirt.
Jake grabs his hand and squeezes “you really want to know ok, we were grown in test tubes from human DNA and something else what I do not know. We were experiments made with others like us but they were all discarded as inadequate thrown into the real world. But as we grew, we got to powerful so they made X-23 to stop us and it worked. But they put chips in our heads and wiped our memories so that we should never know why we were made. Then they sold the drug as they had no use of it. He smiles as he squeezes “however I broke free of the mind wipe cause I was well more powerful so they shut me down completely until James got to drunk and high..”
“Oh that chip. Yes, dad had that removed after a football accident last year. That particular incident helped prompt the decision to move away but it also doesn’t preclude the fact that you apparently don’t have the memories I have regarding Mesmer’s. Since I know that’s what we were grown with. The rest can roughly tabulate with what you say. Seems we retain different parts of memory.”
Jase rolls his eyes, “But that still doesn’t solve the question: What happened that night?”
Jake laughs “you think your memories are real? you think the chips gone? “Jake pushes down on Jason’s left pec as his head shoots up “I’ve activated your chip show memory banks “everything Jake said flashes before his eyes “Oww and to prove this chip controls us strip.”
Jase rolls his eyes at the command and sighs, “Unfortunately it doesn’t, and it does prove my memories are real. but I’ve grown bored with this conversation now. So, let’s return to the issue of what happened to this supposed friend of James. The fact a dead man is texting him isn’t especially concerning to me except in so far as its distressing Jason. So what happened to him?”
Jake shakes his head “who cares about James and Jason? They aren’t real! We are! They were made to hide us away! They made us to be weapons why do you think we have control chips in us!?”
Jase glances around and then patiently explains, “Did have control chips in us. As I said, that got removed from me, which is why I can switch places at will so easily and you had to wait for so long until your other personality was high and drunk to. I do like the idea of control though. Normally I just make everyone in the school worship the ground Jason walks on to make everything easier on him and me.“ Jase grabs Jake’s ass as he chuckles, "but we seem to have two of us in the school. So…how do we want to split up the herd? 50/50? You have a preference on who you want to take?”
Jake smirks laughs “why would I work with you for such a little thing? I’m going for something bigger! The world! I will kill those who hurt me and experimented on me I will hunt down the rest of us who were thrown away and use the control chips to use them as my one army and then…” Jake stops abruptly as a dart hits his neck he turns “son of a bitch..” he falls to the floor as Jason’s dad walks over “hello old friend” he says talking to Jason.
Jase rolls his eyes at the “Yo. So how’s the day treating you? I see you still have that dart gun. You know this means we’re probably going to have to move again right? That’s going to be pretty stressful on Jason. and you know I don’t like it when Jason gets stressed too much. It really makes me want to hurt what stresses him.” His eyes narrow as they briefly flash violet.
Jason’s dad aims the gun at Jase, “grab Subject One and get in the van Subject Two and let the school go.” he cocks the gun “now.”
Jase sighs, “You know I hate when you get like this. If you kill me or shoot me they’ll just stay that way. Don’t bother threatening me with that gun. Unless you want a high school full of eternally comatose kids. Now, as for the rest of your demands….” Jase’s eyes start turning an even deeper shade of violet and seem to suddenly be crackling with energy. “Put down the gun and we’ll talk like reasonable people.” He says to his dad.
Jason’s dad sighs, “Subject Two: For one this gun will only knock you out and for two you are not my son so I won’t treat you as one. So grab Subject One and get in the truck I won’t ask a second time”
Jase frowns and then his face settles into a determined look, “I hoped we could settle this peacefully. Kids. attack and restrain the mean man who wants to take away your best friend.“ The kids suddenly surge towards Jason’s dad in a wave as Jase dives under a desk.
Jason’s dad kicks and shoots them as he fights through once they we’re all knocked out he presses a button in his watch James stands up robotically, “chip activated Subject One awaits commands” he looks at Jase “Come with me or I’ll activate your other chip don’t look so surprised you really thought I took it out we had two out in just incase?”
Jase rolls his eyes, "Did you really think I didn’t know? honestly for a smart man you’re dull as a box of hammers. YOU didn’t take it out. I took it out. Sheesh. Do you really think it’s that hard to find something metal or anomalous inside the human body when you know what you’re looking for? Now, instead why don’t you lower that gun dad.” the eyes suddenly violently spark and a beam of energy shoots out and directly into Jason’s “dad”, “I know you think you have training on resisting us. But you really don’t know anything about what we can really do. now why don’t you lower that gun and put down the remote like a good boy.”
Jason’s dad yells as he tries to fight it he presses a button as he tried to activate the old chip “yeah well you have an old organic chip as well now stand down!!”
“No, you stand down drone 1. time for you to obey Master 2. just like old times. Remember how you very nicely obeyed my every request when we were in those cells? How you worshiped me and loved me because you adored being a good drone for your master? Now SMASH THE REMOTE” The beam of light intensifies as if trying to obliterate everything inside of his “dad” in a desperate attempt to be free. Jason’s dad shakes “no!!!” He smiles as he uses the chip again “no stand down Jason please I’m your father!!” He smiles knowing that Jason can hear him because of the chip.
“Yeah but Jase is my best friend dad! He’s always helped protect me from bullies and guys when you weren’t around! and now your trying to bully him! Plus you just said earlier you weren’t my dad! So it’s my turn to protect him! So do what Jase says and DROP THE REMOTE DRONE!“ the beam seems to intensify even further as both Jase and Jason seem to be acting in consort to try and be free from the control that seems to be trying to erode both personalities.
He sighs “I’m sorry son… I do love you” He shoots him three times “when you wake up we can talk.”
Jase eyes concentrate before he passes out and he still releases one last burst of energy into everything in the surrounding.
