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DISCLAIMER: In the DevianArt version of this story, Lucy's lines are mostly in italics. However, since I don't think they'll show up on FIctionmania, I'll try using //'s in her dialogue in order to create the otherworldly feel. If this bothers you, then inform me and I'll try releasing a version without the //'s. Lucy (A Halloween TG). October 31st 8:30pm. "Where do you think you're going?" The stern tone of his mother's voice was enough to make James wince as he was caught taking the keys from his father's sedan. He turned to find his mother and father at the kitchen. James smiled, trying to play cool. "Just going out for the night. It's my birthday after all." However, his father's stood up, his glare piercing through James "What's this I hear about you being fired?" James took a sigh, knowing he'd been found out. "Look, I just turned up late..." His mother raised her voice. "You got to stop this! Do you know how many jobs you've lost now?" James rolled his eyes. "I know." His mother approached him "Please, this is your future we're talking about. We didn't raise you to be like this. Not after all we lost..." James had to roll his eyes. They were guilt-tripping him again. He knew the spiel by now: they were disappointed in him because of all the effort they had tried raising him after the adversities they faced during his birth. By now though he had heard the story so many times, that he just didn't care anymore. "Look, I'll talk about it when I get back." James quickly assured her as he started to make his way to the door. His mother tried to call out but he already was making a beeline for the car. Suddenly a loud barking kept up behind him. "Come back here son!" His father was on the porch, his beer gut straining against his sweater. "Whatever." James ignored his father and stepped into the car without hesitation. As he started the car, he could see his father storming towards him. "Come back here!" His Dad's bark was virtually at earshot when the car violently backed out of the driveway. "Sorry, got plans tonight! Cya!" James called out to his parents as he drove off. His Dad tried to give chase, but it was clear that he was too unfit to catch up. James looked out the rear window just to be sure and sighed in relief. Yes they were good people, but even he needed to have time away from them. Besides, it was his 21st birthday for Christ sakes. After the rough week he had, he deserved a break. And he knew someone who could give him a good time- his girlfriend Clarissa. She was a waitress he'd been dating for a few weeks and whilst they had been going steady, he was hoping that tonight would be the night he made an honest woman out of her. Just thinking of her body sent a pre- date shiver into his loins. //"Thinking naughty thoughts again, aren't you?"// The mocking sing-song voice just about snapped James out of his fantasy just in time for James to see he was heading towards a stop sign. He braked fiercely in time to see a car drive in front of him. He then turned his head towards the back seat. Nothing was there. He laughed to himself. There was no way he could've heard that. He figured it must have been in his head, yet something about the voice didn't seem right. It sounded loud... ...and familiar. He thought he had heard it sometime ago, but he couldn't quite place where. And even if he could, he knew that hearing voices in ones head usually meant a trip to the shrink, and he had no time for that. Nonetheless, he did what most mortals who fear the unknown did: He dismissed it as a side effect of his pre-dinner birthday beer and drove on into the night. * He continued to search around the familiar suburban neighbourhoods, until he found a gaudy blue house where his girl lived. It wasn't actually her house. It was actually her friend's house and she was paying the rent between her waitress job. In a playful mood, he honked the horn. He must have held it for a good half minute before a girl with dyed blonde hair and wearing a sports sweater burst out of the house. "Would keep it down?" Clarissa called over the blaring noise before James chuckled to himself. "It's me babe." James smirked from his window, sure she would forgive him. And true to his word she did. "Oh hi baby!" She gleefully ran up to him and kissed him, the taste of strawberry lip gloss lingering "You're early." "Love waits for no one, babe." He winked with a cheesy smirk. "Oh you!" Clarissa laughed. "I wasn't expecting you for another 20 minutes though. Mind if you come in and wait?" "Relax, I got all night," James assured her, not really wanting to chat to her roommate, knowing he'd be judged behind his back. "Alright," Clarrisa did seem torn about leaving, looking back at her house as if she had let something burning inside. Eventually though she held up a finger and ran back into the house. James waited in the car, messing about with the radio which made a weird fuzzy whine as he went through all the channels. Hearing nothing he liked, he quickly examined the mirror. And saw two red eyes staring from the back seat. Again he whipped his head so fast he almost had whiplash, but again nothing was there. He even patted the back seat just to be sure. However, there wasn't even any lint blemishing the seating. He chuckled nervously to himself, again dismissing the eyes as a mind trick. After all, it must have been his own brown eyes he saw. At least that was what he told himself. He turned to face the windshield again when he saw something else that startled him. At first it appeared to be a black shapeless mass before him. Yet as his eyes adjusted, it clearly looked like the outline of another person. He racked his brain, wondering if he'd seen anyone before come out of their house. Maybe she was a jogger, or a little kid who lost his way trick-or-treating. But the more he thought about the more it didn't make sense. The figure was too tall to be a child and it was just standing there in the dark, feet from his car. He placed the floodlights on to see if the figure would respond... Only for there to be nothing. James sighed and shrugged, guessing it was just a shadow or something. In the meantime though, he decided to take a brief smoke before his girlfriend came back. From his shirt pocket he got out a packet of cigarettes. However, his hand must have shook a bit, for suddenly the packet fumbled out of his hands and fell out the window. James swore to himself and got out of the car, the chill wind sending goosebumps up his bare arms. He found the packet on the pavement and was about to go back when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw it was just his elongated shadow stretched across the lawn by the house lights. He relaxed, humouring how Halloween could put paranoia into anyone. He put the cigarette between his teeth and was about to light it, when he noticed something else to his right... Another shadow. Right next to his. He swerved around, thinking it was Clarissa's but found no one there. In fact he could see no one else around him. Was he imagining things again? Suddenly a hand clutched him on the shoulder shaking him out of his mood. He glanced over and found Clarissa looking at him. The cigarette fell out his mouth in surprise. "Gosh, you're easy to scare!" she smirked, now wearing some denim jacket under a floral dress. "But I'm ready now!" "Oh yeah-" James looked around again to make sure. "You didn't see anyone else with me just now, did you?" "Huh?" Clarissa tilted her head innocently. "Not that I know of. Why? "Heh." James almost suppressed a laugh before dismissing. "Nah, its nothing." * The drive was nothing special. Occasionally they'd talk and Clarissa would remind him to get her home early because she had work tomorrow, or make a comment on some costumed child that was trick-or-treating but James didn't care. There was one thing on his mind, and it sure as Hell wasn't gonna be Halloween costumes. Instead, James just focused on finding the place where he and Clarissa would let their hair down. He knew the drive-in theatre might help set the mood. Sure, drive-in's may as well be relic of the past but he didn't care. It brought back memories of how he used to bug his parents every night to go. The movies sometimes sucked, and most were the schlock you expect from some 50 years ago, but he remembered enjoying them. And seeing his plans for tonight, it was perfect. They were showing a horror film marathon tonight and Clarissa wasn't the most strong willed of people, so one scare and she'd be putty in his hands. He almost smirked at how genius the plan sounded. On the way, he drove by the park, where a large knotted oak tree stood. Its gnarled roots were like tentacles that wanted to be free from its earthy prison. He remembered climbing that tree a lot as a kid, despite his parents orders not to. He then remembered there being a girl that would climb the tree with him. A pale looking girl with brown hair. He remembered talking to her, not that he could remember what they talked about, but he was sure he was happier then. He was a lonely child after all, so playing with that girl made him feel better. //"Now you remember?"// That voice piped up in his mind again. He looked to Clarissa "Did you say something?" Clarissa looked at him dumbly. "What? No." James looked ahead at the road again and thought he saw a silhouette of someone standing ahead on the road. Quickly he stomped on the brakes, the car screeching along the road before jutting to a sudden stop. "What is it?" Clarissa asked as James looked ahead and saw nothing. He got out of his car to look, but saw nothing but the empty road behind him. "Jamie, why did you stop?" "Did we hit anything?" he asked. "Hit? What are you talking about?" "You didn't see that shadow on the road?" James asked, pointing to the road behind him. Clarissa just shook her head as if he was crazy. "Are you alright?" James was surprised. How could she NOT see what he did? And if only he saw it, then why him? "Yeah" he lied. "Must be the excitement getting to me, that's all." * The familiar neon sign came into view, showcasing the title "TONIGHTS SPECIAL HALLOWEEN DOUBLE: BODY STEALERS/WOLFMAN" as James rolled his car onto the plain where the movie was already in full swing, shimmering in its black-and-white glow. After paying the ticket fare, he scanned the isles for a good spot. He was annoyed that so many people had come, but eventually he found a spot near the back. "Feel like some refreshments?" he asked Clarissa as he set up a speaker box on the passenger side window. Clarissa seemed to be entranced by the screen and smiled. "Sure, why not?" James fiddled about his pockets for money only to find there was none. He kicked the tire of his car in frustration before popping his head through the open window and sheepishly asked Clarissa for some money. "You didn't bring any more money?" She seemed annoyed by this turn of events. "Don't you have some on you?" Clarissa again pouted. "But I'm saving..." James continued to haggle. "I'll pay you back." Clarissa sighed and gave him a 20 dollar note. "You promise to pay me back?" "Of course." James nodded, though with no guarantees he would. He still hadn't told her about being fired from his last job. "Please come back soon." She said with some concern. "Of course" he again lied, planning to take as much time to let her start stewing with fear as he walked to the refreshments stand. As he walked however, he got a strange feeling he was being followed. It was faint, but he could definitely hear the scraping of dirt behind him. He stopped, as did the sounds. He turned and again nothing was there. "Is this somebodies idea of a joke?" he muttered to himself before he continued. The scraping picked up but he ignored it deciding to let the joker have his fun. Eventually the sounds stopped by the time he reached the stand, where some bored-looking baby-faced guy feebly asked what he wanted. James basically ordered some popcorn and a large drink. "Sorry but our machine is starting to fill up again. Might take a couple of minutes," the boy said awkwardly. "Fine," James huffed as he drummed his fingers against the counter. He passed the time by peeking at the movie screen, watching the figures overreact to certain things going on. He remembered watching this movie from the back seat of his car as a child. Something about an alien race controlling people from the inside. Yet he also remembered there being a girl with him, telling him how scary the film was. A pale girl with long brown hair... come to think of it, what was her name? "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a shout broke him out of his stupor. James turned around in confusion to see what the fuss was about, only to see the baby faced boy was staring at him. And James hand was pulling out serviettes from its holder. On its own accord. James almost jumped when he realized what he was doing. "Shit!" he swore grabbing his wrist. "Sorry. Didn't know." The counter boy seemed annoyed and rolled his eyes. "Now I have to put those back, jerk." James didn't know what to say. He didn't remember he was doing that. He didn't even feel like doing that. Why did he... //"Time for MY gift!"// Before he could register that voice, James suddenly blacked out, a girlish set of giggles ringing in his ears. And when he came to, the image of two horrified eyes met him. Immediately he jumped back before processing that his lips had touched someone else's. He then looked ahead and saw only the baby faced guy in front of him with James' order laying on the counter. "Why did you just do that?" the boy stuttered. "What?" The boy seemed offended "Don't you remember?" "Remember?" Suddenly he heard some laughter from behind him, as a couple of boys in line jeered "GAY!" at him and made kissy faces. Then it all clicked as he licked the moisture around his mouth. Somehow, he'd kissed the boy. At once his heart beat faster. It couldn't have happened. It SHOULDN'T have happened, but somehow it did. Yet he didn't remember doing it. His head was swimming with so much confusion and embarrassment that he grabbed his snacks and ran as far away from the place as he could. When he was far enough he spat on the dirt as much as he could, his gag reflex getting a fierce workout. In the meantime, his mind swam with one question: Why did he do that? There was no way he was gay, and even if that boy was one of those prissy vampires from Twilight he STILL wouldn't have kissed him. Fuck, he would beat the kid up if he tried that. But what stunned him more was that he didn't remember doing it. No matter how hard he tried, all he remembered was darkness. It was then he thought he heard laughter: a high-pitched, manic laugh coming from behind him. He looked around for the culprit, thinking it was the same trickster as before, but found nothing. Then without a second thought, he ran to his car. * "Where were you?" Clarissa's voice sounded frightened when he arrived back. "Nothing. Here's some popcorn," James quickly said, hoping her to shut up and not raise questions. "Are you alright?" "Yeah," he quickly answered, knowing that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Yet James was still freaked out at what happened, so he tried to rationalize it. Maybe he was tired. Yeah that sounded plausible to him: He was tired and just didn't know what he was doing. He went as far as picturing Clarissa naked, just to be sure he hadn't "turned" and confirm his theory. It took a while, but the rousing bulge in his pants eased his troubles a little. Eventually, the two started to settle down and shared the popcorn as the movie played out before them. Soon a scene came where the female lead was being chased by the lumbering robotic march of her "Body Stealer" pursuer. James glanced at Clarissa, wondering if she was imagining herself in the actress's shoes, screaming for help, fearing she would be converted into something that wasn't herself. He watched Clarissa for a bit, waiting for his chance. There were little signs, the trembling of her lips, the widening of her eyes- but he still needed a more obvious hint to make a move. Then, in-between bites of popcorn, Clarissa gasped at the action. That was all the encouragement James needed. With the slickness of soap, his arm made its way around her back, with gentle intentions to comfort her and perhaps something more. Then it would only be a matter of time before... "Not today... //brother//." His lips suddenly said on their own. James froze. That was his voice, yet somehow it wasn't. Yet at the same time the tone sounded familiar: A mocking lilt that sent a shiver up his spine. But it was the "brother" comment that shocked him the most. Even with his voice, he knew no one had called him that in over a decade. Not since the pale girl who climbed a tree with him...a girl he thought hadn't existed. A girl who's name suddenly returned to him. "Lucy?" he suddenly muttered under his breath, waiting for the voice to say something else, only for silence to follow. Again he relaxed, guessing his imagination was playing tricks. His eyes then focused on his girl once more... But his hand wouldn't budge. He looked at his hand. It looked normal enough. He tried moving a finger, but his hand and whole forearm remained frozen in place. He subtly gave his arm a tug, as not to catch Clarissa's attention, but it refused to budge. Suddenly Clarissa turned and caught him in the act. "What are you doing?" she asked. For a brief second James pondered what he would say. He couldn't simply tell her what was going on. She'd not believe him and maybe even think he was playing a weird prank. But how else was he going to explain why his whole arm was stiffly pointing at her shoulder? Would she figure out what he was trying to do? Or even worse, would she get the wrong idea and think he was about to do something much worse than his intentions? But then, his mouth solved his problem...but it wasn't his words that came out. "Ugh, I was just stretching Clarissa!" James found himself yawning awkwardly, his tone clearly off. He tried to think of a word to describe it: na?ve, perhaps? But what really surprised him was that his arms moved on their accord and stretched along with him. He tried to resist the strange movements but his whole body felt stiff. It was then he came to a horrifying conclusion. He had no control over his body: He was possessed. As this fact hit him, he stared at Clarrissa who looked a little confused by his actions. He hoped that maybe she had noticed something was peculiar... But all she did was nod and say. "Alright..." James couldn't believe it. How did she fall for it? Surely she must have picked up something was wrong. Desperately he tried to call out to her, maybe try and tell her but his mouth felt disconnected from his brain. Desperately he tried to focus all his energy in his mouth, trying to focus on one word... "Help," was all he could squeak out before his hands covered his mouth shut. Clarissa turned. "What?" James was relieved to see her notice. Now, if only he could force more words... //"NAUGHTY!"// the voice in his head suddenly piped up and before James knew what hit him, a fierce headache ruined his focus. Then, as he was reeling from the pain, his mouth replied in the same odd fitting tone. "Could you please get me napkins?" Clarissa seemed a little annoyed. "Can't you get them yourself?" "Awww, but I'm almost at my favourite part." He uncharacteristically whined. In his head James mentally screamed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING CLARISSA? THAT'S NOT ME!", as he saw Clarissa's face pout at him a bit. "Fine." Clarissa rolled her eyes. "I'll get your stupid napkins!" James wanted to say something, scream at her to come back and tell her something was wrong, but his body had other plans. "Thanks, Miss" James felt himself give a contempt smile as Clarissa walked off. Within seconds of her departure, James finally blurted, "WAIT!" but it was too late. Frantically he got ready to get out of the car. Then the voice returned. //"Finally we're alone Jamie!"// It giggled menacingly. Not for the first time tonight James tilted his head around, but again he could find no source of the voice. "You're going crazy, James," he tried to re-affirm himself, though by this point he knew it wasn't just his mind. Then he heard a click, and he found his hands were adjusting his seatbelt. Without his consent. James tried to move his arms, but it was as if they were not his own. He could feel them, but they weren't doing what he wanted. "What the fuck?" he cried, his voice losing composure. //"This should be fun!"// the girlish voice giggled as his hands turned the key in its ignition and his foot unconsciously stomped on the brake, the car giving a loud growl. "Hey! Cut it out!" James called to no one, but his body continued to ignore him. And all he could do was watch as his car swerved out of its space, carelessly ignoring the well-being of others and drive out of the drive- in. Into the darkness... * James' mind raced as his body sped his car around the streets. His foot was firmly planted on the pedal and his hands were virtually glued to the steering wheel. Yet no matter how hard he tried, James could not escape from his developing Hell. The car continued to swerve and speed along the mostly empty streets, threatening to flirt with the curb several times. When it drove in a suburban area, James was afraid it would hit someone, not because they would die, but because no one would believe his innocence. At one point he thought he'd be saved when his mobile started ringing (it was probably Clarissa asking why he'd left her at the drive-in), only for his hand to turn off the thing immediately. All the while, he cursed the weird presence for plaguing his night. If it wasn't for 'her', he wouldn't be in this mess right now. But what perhaps chilled him more was that he KNEW who it was, and even then he just couldn't bring himself to believe it. After all, 'Lucy' was supposed to be his imaginary friend, wasn't she? Then again, he was strapped to a car, a prisoner in his own body. He couldn't even shut his eyes to avoid the madness that was happening around him. With the speed of the car, the whole world outside was a blur of lights like a rollercoaster ride gone wrong. And all the while, the girlish voice in his head was making car noises, like she was having TOO much fun. Then, just as he thought he was going to die from the madness, it stopped. The blurring around him soon subsided as familiar shapes started to form into the dark shade of the same trees that he saw every day. He was at the park. The car made a sudden jerk as it stopped parallel to a giant oak tree that James remembered climbing as a kid. But he couldn't reminisce right now, for he could still feel the entity's control over his body like concrete. "Wh-whats going on?" he asked dumbly. "Why am I here?" //"It's our favourite spot brother, especially during Halloween. Thought it would help jog your memory,"// the voice replied, causing James to shake in his skin. "Lu-Lucy?" he stuttered in disbelief. "Is that you?" The voice didn't reply. But instead, on its own, his arm reached up to the windshield mirror and adjusted it. His neck concurred and looked up. It was then that James wanted to scream. Instead of his own eyes, James saw something that burned itself into his memory. Two glowing red orbs were staring back at him, seemingly giving him a wicked smile as if it knew the punch line to a joke. Then everything went black. * At first James thought he had blacked out again or had somehow died. But he soon became aware that wasn't the case. He could still breathe, and was still aware of his surroundings, but he couldn't see, hear or move anything. He was stuck sitting in a black void. "Hello?" he tried his voice, to find it still worked. Then something appeared in front of him. A pale white shape that stood just feet from him. At first it was indistinguishable, but then he saw it come into focus and he suddenly recognized what it was. It was the unmistakeable sight of a woman. A naked one. "Wh-who are you?" he screamed at the woman, afraid what he would find. Without warning, the woman then turned around and James was shocked at what he saw. For one thing, the woman was pretty. Her ivory white skin was hairless and blessed with generous curves. Yet there were several details that unsettled him. Firstly was the girls eyes. The same red eyes from the mirror. Against her skin they flashed out like a hot flame. Her crazed smile didn't help the image one bit. Then there was her face in general. It was an ok face, he admitted, but there was something about the features that were strikingly familiar. Her nose was small but still curved out like his own. Her jawline was angular like his but more refined. Even that crazed mouth of hers, red lipstick or not, had the same shape as his. It was a softer, more feminine version of his face. But it was the rest of her that disturbed him. Despite her endowed features, the woman's bone white skin seemed to shimmer through a weird transparent jelly that covered her from head to toe. Then, his eyes centred to her belly button. Protruding out, like a long, fleshy tapeworm was a bloody umbilical cord that dragged itself along the ground like a prison chain. She strode up to him, her cord unsettlingly at James eye level. James wanted to gag, but then that familiar sing song voice piped up. //"Hello again, brother."// "Brother?" James asked, clearly disgusted by the appendage she was carrying around. It was then that James looked at the woman's brown hair and pale skin and suddenly recognized her. "L-Lucy?" The girl grinned, her voice sounding oddly cheery. //"Yay, you finally remembered!"// "But...but how can you exist?" he wailed. "You were my imaginary friend, weren't you?" //"Imaginary?"// she pouted. //"You mean you don't know?"// "Know? Know what?" //"Gee, you ARE dense, aren't you?"// She gave a dangerous little smirk. //"And I've been calling you 'brother' this whole time!"// "TELL ME ALREADY!" James was enraged at Lucy's secretive behaviour, but also confused by her 'brother' remark. For all he knew, it was just a cute nickname she called him to get over his loneliness...wasn't it? Lucy giggled, and then with both arms in the air like a performer announced. //"I, Lucille Walker, am your twin sister!"// James stared at the woman in disbelief. Twin sister? The term was simply ludicrous... ...for his twin sister had died at birth. His mother had told him about it when he was young. Something about a miscarriage, and how they were so grief stricken they tried their best to raise James to their best ability. To be honest the whole issue hadn't affected him before now. He never knew the girl, so he didn't feel an attachment or anything. And yet the more he looked at her familiar features the more it made sense. Not only was she standing before him, but apparently from her curvaceous form, she was his age. "But...you can't be. You're...so..." //"Big?"// she humoured him, cupping one of her breasts, //"Why yes. Living in YOUR body did make me big and strong."// "My...body?" he chilled at the thought. This girl, this freak before him had been living inside him? //"Yes."// She tilted her head in an effort to look cute, but instead came off as creepy, //"I only come out every Halloween for my deathday to play with you, and I've been trying to call at you every Halloween but you don't say anything."// "Call?" he gasped, suddenly remembering the strange wailings that he'd hear trying to sleep on previous Halloween nights. Voices he thought were just other pranksters, or his parents bickering. "I-I just thought it was in my head...what do you want?" //"Oh calm down, Jamie. I just wanted to...play."// The sickening sweet tone of the comment itself boiled his blood. "Play? And ruin my plans for tonight?" Suddenly, before he knew what was happening, Lucy had her cord wrapped around his neck. //"SHUT IT, JAMIE!"// she screamed through clenched teeth, //"I've waited THIRTEEN years screaming at you! THIRTEEN YEARS in your brain hoping you'd notice me again. I was just lucky you heard me this year and now you want to tell me about your boring date?"// James wanted to be angry at the girl but her outburst had sent his heart on overdrive as Lucy's eyes darted around, threatening to fly out of their sockets. Quickly he tried to apologize. "S-sorry. I-I didn't mean to forget you! Please don't kill me!" For a moment it looked like Lucy wasn't going to accept her apology. Then her face relaxed, making a little giggle as she loosed the cord around his neck. //"Kill?"// She smirked. //"I'm not gonna kill you!"// "Y-you're not?" James looked at her apprehensively. Then Lucy spoke in a sinister tone. //"Of course not, silly! Especially when todays the day you live up to your promise."// The cords sticky residue still present at his shoulders, James could only stutter. "Pr-promise?" Lucy nodded slowly, her body threatening to sway, //"Why yes. You remember what you said when we last played, right?"// James shook his head, afraid how Lucy would react. Her mouth made a little frown. But then she inched closer to him. James wanted to move away, kick her, anything, but he remained glued on the spot as her ice cold breath tickled his ear and whispered. //"I get to play with your body."// "What?" James almost squeaked. There was no way he could've said that. Why would he be dumb enough to say that? //"Still don't remember?"// She seemed annoyed at his ignorance, //"Before I left on our 8th birthday, I was sad because I was leaving you again and you said that I could borrow your body next time we played. I can't believe you wouldn't remember that!"// James gasped. Him? Give up his body to a girl he thought was his imaginary friend? "But I can't...I have a life and..." But then, Lucy's lips gave an unsettling frown. //"No fair!"// she whimpered. James wanted to feel sorry, but he didn't want to give himself up. "I'm sorry but I-" Suddenly, Lucy raised her voice to tantrum-like levels. //"But you get to live! Why can't I!"// "You can't..." was all the rebuttal James made as he made all the effort to budge. However, Lucy wasn't going to fall for his bullshit. //"That's a shame cause I'm gonna anyway!"// Her wicked smile returned, as one hand picked up her cord. Frantically, James tried to bring all of his strength, praying God or whoever would save him from this predicament. Suddenly he thought he felt his arms move, a chance he could escape! //SCHLUP// Then came a cold, sickening sound that came from his abdomen. James looked down to find Lucy's cord was attached to him. Using his newly rediscovered movement, he tried to tug the foreign thing free, but it was fused to him like a tail. //"Sorry Jamie. But it's too late!"// she grinned. "NO!" James screamed, as he decided to try running away from the girl. The cord however yanked hard on his stomach to the point of stretching. He heard sticky footsteps approaching but he dared not look as he kept trying to run. //"Give up brother, it's not gonna work!"// her mocking voice rang in his head but he dared not see her catch up. If he did, he'd die. He then felt two clammy hands press against his cheeks. He stopped in place, knowing it was hopeless now. But he still refused to open his eyes. //"Don't feel sad, brother"// He could hear her say. //"I'll give it back to you when I'm done."// "How do I know? And when?" //"When I feel like it."// Lucy said as if she didn't care. //"And why do you still have your eyes closed? I want to show you a cool trick!"// Suddenly his eyes darted open against his will. Lucy's smile was in front of him. But then he felt a gurgle in his stomach and he looked down at the cord. It was throbbing and pumping something into him! With all his might he tried to pull but again it was futile. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! STOP THIS!" he pleaded, as the cord continued to pump something that made his stomach squirm. //"I'm completing my total control onto you. I can only do it tonight since it's my birthday and all."// Lucy's face tightened, as if the skin was being stretched to its limit. Her eyes bulged out of her head beyond any comprehension. Then he realized why: her body was becoming emaciated the more the cord pumped into him. He felt sick but he was forced to watch, as her full form withered into skin and bones. Then with loud "RIP" the skin sucked cleanly away, leaving her bug-eyed skeleton behind. James screamed again, wanting to puke but not being allowed. But then the skeleton put a bony finger to his lips and said //"See you soon...brother!"// It then cackled into hysterical laugher, forcing James to watch as the skeleton that was once his sister wither away into nothingness, leaving just the cord. Then, in a slick action the cord slurped its way inside of him, not giving him a chance to react... * ...until the darkness around him suddenly lifted. For a moment James gasped, disorientated. Fuzzy images swirled around in his mind as his location became clearer and clearer. And when it did finally clear, he saw where he was... He was in his car, parked just metres from his house. He checked the time, 11:00pm. Had he really been asleep for that long? He couldn't have dreamt all that, surely. Then he remembered the dream and realizing he could move, started frantically searching. He knew enough horror films to know where the serial killer always lurked. The seats were empty, there were no weird shadows around the car. He even checked the mirrors, but saw no ghostly reflection or a glimmer of red anywhere. "It was a dream." He smiled to himself, having the compulsion to laugh. Sure he'd missed his whole night, but he was alive. Of course it was worth a laugh. And so he did, his nerves easing as he did... ...but he couldn't stop. In fact, he continued to laugh even when his brain felt like stopping. Then in a maniacal voice he said... //"Tricked you!"// His blood froze...it couldn't be... ...then his heart suddenly tightened. "UGHN!" he yelped from the shock, clutching his chest. He tried to breathe again but his heart still ached in pain. 'This can't be happening...' he thought, only for his joints to start stiffening. //"Hee hee, I'm gonna enjoy this!"// the sing song voice played in his head again. "NO! NO!" he screamed. "You can't be real!" //"But I am real,"// Lucy voice echoed in his head, //"And I had a neat time driving your car back here. I can't wait to see Mom and Dad again!"// "You-you can't!" he wheezed, using all his power to open the car door. All the while, a painful ache intensified around his body like a million needles poking into his flesh. //"Hurts doesn't it?"// Lucy's voice dripped with childish venom, //"Serves you right for being a meanie with me!"// He braced himself at the car door, just forcing his body to move on willpower. "What are you doing?" //"See for yourself,"// Lucy chimed as suddenly, James hand came in front of his face on its own accord. But it didn't look like his hand. It still looked like a hand, but painfully the flesh was bubbling fiercely, the digits shrinking with each creak and crack he could feel. But what really unsettled him was the flawless bone white hue that caressed over his skin. It was a girl's hand: Lucy's hand. "No...NO!" James screamed as he looked at the great contrast between his hand the bubbling misshapen arm underneath it. //"Aww, I think it's cute,"// Lucy sighed. //"After all, I don't want to live in a smelly boy's body!"// "FUCK YOU!" James snarled as he tried to stagger out of the car and around the bonnet. But as he did so, a sharp pain struck his legs with a SNAP. He fell over the curb and hit the pavement hard. More of the sharp pains struck through his ribs and shoulders, causing James to scream. //"Meanie"// Lucy's smirk was almost audible as James tried to crawl his way to his house. However, he knew that crawling was going to take him too long. He needed to deliver attention and he needed to do it, NOW. With all his muster he screamed "HELP!" but it came off as strained and meek. Again he tried "HELP!", only to find his voice hoarse, his throat feeling squeezed as if a large hand was choking him. He tried again but his throat was too sore and tight to make a sound. For a second he gasped, thinking he was going to suffocate, when the tightness suddenly relaxed. Finally breathing again he tried to speak but when he did, he couldn't get his mouth to move. And when it did, it wasn't his own voice. Or words. "Ugh ugh ugh!" Lucy's voice softly spat, oblivious to his pain. "It's gonna be our little secret!" James winced, hot tears streamed down his cheeks as his face painfully stung as if injected with spider venom. His clothes with each movement got looser and looser. At one point he felt a shoe fall off. His scalp felt like it was tugged painfully as strands of dark hair rapidly grew around his ears. His body agonizingly crawled onto the lawn, but the cool soft grass may as well have been broken glass under him. His body contorted in ways he couldn't describe. A couple of times he tried to get up, but his body felt very strained underneath the pain. His legs alone felt like stressed out pipe cleaners. Again he tried shouting for help but only a little squeak came out. He glanced at his arms and saw two misshapen limbs which looked more like two uneven chains of sausages. In front of him he could see the front porch of his house, the lights were off, but he could see the windows in the moonlight. Part of him couldn't wait to see Mum and Dad again. To hug them once more. To enjoy Mummy's baked cookies... "No!" he thought. "Must focus." He continued to inch forwards, the pain starting to dissipate. His clothes felt heavy but he didn't care. He was almost home. He could be able to live the life she always wanted. Wait, she? No, he was a guy...wasn't she? Suddenly, his stomach kicked back and he keeled over. His stomach ache flared up, throbbing into his crotch below. As if on fire his insides were intolerable to cope with, melting and twisting beyond their limits. He felt like he was going to reject them, one end or the other. "OW OW oweee!" he subconsciously cried, trying to manoeuvre his fly. But the throbbing's were too constant, and he was afraid to see what mangled shape was hiding down there. Adding to that were the loud cracks that echoed from his pelvis, which were being stretched into a new shape and made the sensations in his crotch all the more disorientating. Then his chest started to painfully stretch against his shirt. He arched his back for a moment, wincing at his (her?) nipples stretched against the shirts fabric, yanking the skin with it. He tried to cup them but they felt brusied. Still they inflated, but they felt more a taut balloon than soft skin. He tried to press them inwards, but it felt just as painful. Soon, the pressure built in his chest to the point he couldn't contain it... POP! As if shot in the chest by a shotgun, the front part of his shirt exploded, shredded material flying everywhere. She thought she heard the distinct splatter of blood somewhere. Quickly, she cupped them and felt cold plush flesh throbbing outwards. They were breasts. HIS breasts. No, he realized, that was incorrect. They were Lucy's breasts. Standing proudly where his undershirt once was. Not a single chest hair defiled them and there was no other evidence that they had simply attached themselves onto his body. Only now she wasn't even sure if it was HIS body anymore. His chest felt full. Long hair dangled about his shoulders. All his mouth could elicit was a girlish gasp. His crotch...he didn't want to touch it. Not after feeling the bareness from the clamping his thighs made. She might as well had been Lucy. But she knew she wasn't. She was going to fight back, if her name wasn't... She suddenly froze...what WAS her name? Her heart beating faster, all she could do was wince as she tried to remember her name...what was it? Jamesy? Jenny? Jacy? However, she could feel his body start to go numb. Not just because the pain had gone away, but because she couldn't even feel the grass underneath him any longer. In a panic she tried to remember his name. Jacy? Jucy? That sounded almost right. No...she had to fight it...she couldn't let this "bitch" win. Yet why did she feel hurt at that comment? She just wanted to play... "No, I'm not Luc-" She tried to think but everything was getting heavy. Getting darker around her. She felt tired. She tried to stretch a hand out towards the house once more and tried to screech a word, just as the darkness consumed him. "M-mo-mommy!" The last thing James Walker remembered was a voice telling him //"Sweet dreams, Jamie".// * Lying on the front lawn of the Walker place was a girl. Her skin an ivory white in the moonlight. The bagginess of the clothes hid it very well, but she had a rather curvaceous body. The biggest hint were the two ripe bosoms that lay exposed from the tattered remains of her undershirt. Her face had the appearance of a sleeping beauty as dark long strands of hair caressed it. For a moment she seemed to be muttering something, as if they were frightened cries of a scared child. Then, she stirred. The girl got up and rubbed her head as if recovering from the worst hangover. Her chestnut eyes, which looked red in the moonlight, observed her body. It felt a little sore but nothing she could shake off. Cautiously, she tested each of her limbs, the smile on her blood red lips growing wider as she did. She looked at her bare breasts and blushed. "I knew my brother's stupid shirts wouldn't hold these babies in!" Then she got up and looked at the house where her brother once lived. A brother who she couldn't hear in her head anymore. For a moment she thought that maybe she had gone too hard with the swap? //'Nah, he's probably just asleep,'// she thought, naively. Then with ease, Lucy Walker walked to the house, excited to see what her parents would think when they saw her. All the while she sang cheerfully... "Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me..." The end.