Page 43 of Echoes From Within
I’m no longer in control. There’s only one alter who can force himself to the front without my knowledge.
“Damnit Xander,” I yell. “Give me back my body.”
***Xander***
“You know I fucking hate it when you force your way to the front without telling me first,”Venom yells inside my head.“Step back and give me back control.”
“No.”
“Damnit Xander. What the hell are you doing?”
“He only ever fronts like that when he knows he’s in the right,”Miles reminds our host.“He’s on a mission that is very obviously important.”
Venom is too damn stubborn sometimes and Doc and Miles are right. Something is seriously wrong with Sophia. For a slit second, her eyes flickered with life when Venom touched her to help her into her home. When he called her agood girl.But, right as she was closing the door, I saw the look I’ve seen one too many times in other men and women we’ve helped in the past.
She’s done.
“She needs help,”I tell Venom.
“And we will help her,” he responds. “Tomorrow, after she’s had some rest.”
“Did you ever stop to think that we are your subconscious trying to tell you that something is wrong?”Miles asks.“Except instead of the feelings a normal person would get, you’re lucky enough to get words. Why are you ignoring it?”
“Damnit,”he yells.“You better be right. Don’t fucking scare her, Xander.”
I grin and head out back to the shed.
“And don’t fucking crash my bike,”he grumps.
“He means, again, Xander,”Doc reminds me.“Don’t crash his bike, again.”
It wasn’t my fault that some bastard flipped me off and I lost my temper. I jumped off the bike without stopping it and walked over to the man sitting in his car and punched him in the face through his open window.
Besides, the bike only had a scratch on it. It still worked just fine.
Big baby.
It takes less than fifteen minutes to reach Sophia’s house. Seeing as how it’s about three in the morning I shouldn’t be surprised that all of the lights are off.
But I am.
“She doesn’t like the dark,”Venom tells me.
My thoughts exactly. She told Venom earlier in the truck that she couldn’t sleep because it was too dark. So, why would her whole house be dark?
“Maybe she went out,”Miles suggests.
Walking up to the door, I knock and wait.
Nothing.
“Try again,”Venom orders.
So, I do. I knock again.
Nothing.
Taking a few seconds to assess the situation and decide on the best course of action. I grab the hide-a-key rock and grab the key that she put back earlier. Without hesitation, I enter her home and look around.