HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 11

I held my head together, afraid if I let go for one moment it might explode. Every inch of me was vibrating constantly, making me feel less in control. My mind was turning in every corner, trying to figure out what was going on and how to stop it. My heart pumped loudly, but for some reason that was the only thing that felt normal. This body was so used to fear and being rendered powerless, but I wasn't. This part of me wasn't at least.

I heard Delaney saying my name from a few feet away, fearful of approaching me. I felt helpless as I kneeled on the floor, trying so hard not to puke. I clutched my stomach. The dizziness got worse as the seconds ticked by. The pain seemed endless.

That little voice inside my head seemed to chuckle, amused at the pain it was used to I guess. Who's the weak one now? He laughed at me again. I growled at it, hoping to scare him away, whoever he was. You don't even know who I am. He again snickered.

"Shut up!" I yelled out loud, pushing back the being in my head, but feeling nothing in my grasp. There was no one there, no invading person. Nothing. Now there was just silence. I took a deep breath, thankful that I made him go away.

I'm still here, moron.

There was a sharp flash of pain in my head, making my stomach lurch. I felt that same sensation I had earlier after I drank from Anna. It hurt my gut, made my head spin, my arms shake, and made me want to puke, but luckily I hadn't so far so it must mean I still had some control over my body.

"Logan?" I heard Delaney ask me quietly. I heard her dainty steps make her way over to me, pressing her cool fingers on the back of my neck. "Logan, what's happening?"

He doesn't even know. The voice said again, the sound almost shaking with some sort of laughter. Big bad Logan Masters can't comprehend anything.

"Get out of my head!" I jerked up, making Delaney cower on the floor, shaking. She put her nose to the carpet, whispering apologies. I walked around her and looked in the mirror that was hanging over the bed. The mirror showed my reflection-my black eyes, the pale skin, the dark hair, the red lips covered in blood, and the sweat dripping from my head. Sweat? Since when did I sweat? You only sweat when you're nervous, or scared-

Or guilty, the voice put in for me.

"No!" I roared, knocking down the mirror, and then hearing a satisfying crash when it hit the ground. Shards of glass were scattered around the room. I stepped off the bed, not caring if I stepped on any. It didn't hurt me anyway. What did hurt me was the pain in my head. I again searched through my head, trying to find anything that would be here, but again there wasn't a soul-

Soul.

That was it! It was me in my own head. Well, the old me, hiding in his old thoughts, which is why I couldn't find him when I searched for someone. That's how he hid in my mind undetected and growing. But how was he there? The soul was gone wasn't it? Yes I didn't feel the pain that used to be there, but then what was the other feeling? Was there a way for him to control my feelings? No, that couldn't be it. But there was a way for him to put old memories in my head. That was possible. He was throwing his old painful memories at me without me knowing it.

Took you long enough to figure it out. I was starting to think you weren't using my brain at all.

Your brain? I scoffed, I was here first.

Actually, we're the same person, only different parts of ourselves, almost like a personality that-

I don't care who or what you are. All I know is that you need to get out.

As if I haven't tried, nim rod. You think I want to relive all the things you've done? I think I'll pass.

Then what's stopping you? Get the hell out.

What part of 'we're the same person' do you not understand? I could feel some sort of anger building up, so before he exploded and unleashed his old pain on me, I spoke up.

Alright, alright, I get it. So I knew I couldn't get rid of him, but I didn't have to live with him.

I stood up straight, realizing I was on my knees again, and felt my mind clear. I could still feel him there now that I knew what I was looking for, but he was quiet now, just sort of going along with me. Well once I figured out how to get him out of my head, I wouldn't have him as a problem, but for now I was just going to have to deal.

"Master?"Delaney asked, looking at me warily from her crouch. She moved with me, keeping her eyes from mine-showing me respect-and didn't dare to move too fast. She was afraid of upsetting me.

"I'm…" I didn't really want to say fine because I most certainly was not fine. In fact I was far from fine. So I said the closest thing that wasn't a lie and wouldn't give away anything. "I'm in control." I think I said it more to myself than her, but she got the message and stood up as well.

Logan snorted in my head, feeling the challenge of staying alive in my head. He didn't know it but sooner or later he was going to have to go. I knew plenty of witches. They could get rid of him.

Get rid of me in time before you die from Avila's curse?

I felt my blood run cold. I completely forgot about it. I was so invigorated with having my body back and doing what I pleased, that the fact that I was going to die in less than twelve days never occurred to me. What could I do? Her curse was strong, killing me slowly even now, though I feel no different, but I had watched people die from this. I knew how it would happen.

First I would puke up blood right after the curse was made, that part had already happened. I would feel weak, dizzy. I would get angry, bloodthirsty or really happy. I guess it depends on what kind of person you are. Once the first symptoms happen it then begins to gradually become more serious. I would have black outs, missing memory. I would lose control of my body for short periods of time (not something I want since I already have one i***t in my head fighting for control). Sooner or later I would go blind. I'll have to stay in bed constantly, sleep just to keep some part of energy. Then I would drown from my own blood. Sounds like a pleasant way to die don't you think?

I racked through my brain, trying to remember anything that would get me out of this. I could beg Avila. No, scratch that. I'd rather die from her curse. No one I ever witnessed who had this curse ever lived, but they also didn't have the resources that I do. Maybe I could search for a witch strong enough to lift a curse. Or-

No I swore I'd never do that again. The last time I asked him, I about got me killed. He was stronger than me, no doubt of that, and there was no way I was going back to his territory. He would blast me to pieces if I stepped back in his place again, he swore that to me. But he was the only one who could save me! I was going to die anyway without him, what was there to lose?

Everything, Logan told me. You'll lose everything.

I'm going to die without his help.

We're (he emphasized the word we're) going to die with his help.

So were going to die anyway? I ask again: what is there to lose?

He seemed to be thinking for a rational answer, anything to keep me from going to see the man that would blow me straight to Hell. He knew I was right, but I understood what he was thinking. Maybe we could find some help other than him, but I knew we couldn't. There wasn't a demon alive with power that he possesses. Everyone feared him. He could take down my father's whole kingdom he set up here, but he said he just wanted to be alone. But being me, stupid and cocky as a young demon, thought I could challenge him. In the end I killed his daughter. Luckily for me I was fast, or else he would have caught me and burned me alive. Instead he told me one day he would kill me.

Does anyone else feel like this is Karma?

Did you piss her off too? Logan asked, laughing.

I thought of the time I visited that old demon. I shuddered at the memory and cursed Logan for bringing it up.

The door of the room burst open, splinters on wood flying into the room. I ducked as a piece through towards my heart. It wouldn't have killed me, but it would have set me back for a few days, and I needed all the time I could get before I went blind.

Blake Winters strolled in the room, small flames flicking at the bottom of her hair. She looked seriously pissed…and seriously hot. There was a bubble of anger from Logan as I looked over her. He thought she was his, but I reminded him that we're the same person, so she's also mine. He wasn't too pleased about that.

Blake looked at me, her eyes boring into mine. I winked at her, which made her frown. She looked around the room, picking up a shard of glass. "A little angry I see."

"Just a bit." I said. The way I said it made her eyes dart to my face, then away.

She sighed. I could see her face was full of regret when she looked at me, but I couldn't tell why.

"Come," Blake said, "Your father wishes to see you."

"Why?"

A wry smile came to her lips this time.

"Don't you remember, dear Logan? To destroy the world."