This choice: She hears a voice in her head. • Go Back...Chapter #8She hears a voice in her head. by: Unknown “Hi there.”
Rebekah's eyes snapped open. Her head was reeling from tiredness and she could barely make out anything inside the opaque blackness surrounding her. She cursed under her breath for waking up prematurely and moved to turn off her alarm only to find it wasn’t beside her as she’d left it last night. In fact, everything in her room had inexplicably disappeared, her bed included. She levered off of her elbows and scratched her temples groggily as she looked around.
“H-Hello?” Her voice echoed ominously. Rebekah shivered as she felt a strange breeze tickle her spine. Defying every rule of horror movies by choosing not to run away, she slowly turned her neck around. She shrieked as a figure stepped out of the murkiness, a sinister smile etched onto a face that Rebekah knew all too well. She scuttled backwards as the shadow clone came clearer into view. Rebekah noted all the familiar features in her terror, the long blonde hair, the shapely figure, the budding B-cup bust. The sight of her braceless teeth splayed wide in the clone’s mouth made all the hairs on her arm stand erect.
“P-Please, d-don’t kill me! I’ll give you anything you want!” Rebekah closed her eyes in anticipation for a killing blow that never came. Instead the figure paused and observed her on the ground. Rebekah was still cowering when she heard, yet minute at first, a small chuckle emanate from the clone’s lips. She dared to peek open her eyes slightly as the chuckle crescendoed into a rousing roar of laughter. Understandably this only served to terrify Rebekah the more. “W-What’s so funny?,” she meekly whimpered.
The doppelgänger paused at the question and swiftly resumed their cackling afterwards. “Oh sweet, dear, naive Rebekah,” she heard the shadowy figure say in a perfect recreation of her own voice, “I have no intention to harm you.” The figure smiled again as they clicked their fingers. Suddenly the scenery had completely changed- Rebekah gasped as she clutched the fabric upholstery of a vintage recliner straight from out of a mid century monarchy biopic. There was a faint crackle of a hearth in the background and from what Rebekah could tell she was inside an elegant reading room from many generations past. Directly opposite her was her own splitting image albeit her doppelgänger had a fat cigar nestled between their lips like an Italian mafioso.
Rebekah clutched the chair tighter as she tried to recover her bearings. She watched as a reasonably pretty Oriental woman stepped into the room and began massaging the doppelgänger’s shoulders. “Ugh, c’mon baby, work out all those knots...” After a few awkward seconds for Rebekah, the clone clapped their hands and the Thai woman stood still. “K̄hxbkhuṇ Dao, you’re really getting better at dealing with my sore spots.” The young woman giggled impishly. Rebekah meanwhile was unsure of how to process... well, EVERYTHING.
The doppelgänger chuckled as they crushed the butt of the cigar into an ashtray on the mahogany table beside them. “Sorry for the impromptu interruption, I find that relieving all the unresolved tension in my newly inhabited forms makes it easier to communicate with others.” The figure took a glance at Rebekah’s perturbed expression and slapped their forehead in embarrassment. “Silly me,” they chuckled, “I can’t automatically expect you to be at ease with me whisking you out of your normal environment and stealing your body more or less, I wasn’t exactly sure about the proportions you had in mind so I took a rough guesstimate.”
“‘Who am I?,’ you must be thinking. My real name isn’t of any real use so I feel no obligation to disclose it. However, many who come across me and my unimaginable power choose to refer to me as the Entity. See Rebekah, I come from a long line of ancient beings aptly christened last ‘Trait Thieves’. I assume you received an influx of information on your abilities alongside the orb of power I sent to you. What it didn’t tell you, that I felt deserved my personal presence to deliver, is that YOU Rebekah have been designated to be my newest apprentice. Now, are you ready to begin your trait thieving journey?”
Rebekah’s shivering had stopped. Her eyes seemed to have popped out of their sockets and there were ragged marks in the chair’s stitching from where her long nails had scratched into them. The Entity held out a dainty hand as he watched Rebekah ponder her words carefully. After much deliberation and careful consideration Rebekah’s mouth softly parted to say, “What... the actual FUC-“
Before she could finish her obscenity the Entity whisked her away from the tranquil room. They sighed as they gently sipped a glass of champagne that Ms. Dao had kindly passed them from the pantry. “Think I was too blunt?,” the Entity asked the petite lady as they twirled a lock of blonde hair around their finger. Ms. Dao shook her head softly and resumed massaging the Entity’s shoulders with her slender fingers. The Entity moaned in pleasure. “Eh, she’ll come around anyway,” they reassured themself as the hearth quietly continued to crackle.
Rebekah eyes snapped open. Once again her head was reeling from tiredness and she still could barely make out anything inside the opaque blackness surrounding her. She cursed under her breath as she vaulted out of her bed and whisked open the curtains, breathing a sigh of relief as she watched daylight flood into the room. She moved to turn off her alarm only to find it wasn’t beeping as she’d assumed it would’ve been. In fact, there seemed to be nothing but bliss around her as she could even hear the tiny chirps of finches outside of her bedroom window. She stretched out her elbows and scratched her temples groggily as she looked around and picked up her phone from the dresser.
‘Crap, crap, crap, crap...’ She almost wet herself with anxiety as she saw 11:23 flash onto the screen. ‘Oh God, I bloody overslept... Liz is going to murder me...’ She was about to call out for her mum to give her a lift when she noticed a quaint sticky note stuck to the back of her door. “Sorry Rebekah,” she read, “Gone grocery shopping so I can’t drive you to work today. Walked into your room and you seemed a bit aggravated in your sleep so I didn’t want to disturb you. Good luck, love you honey! Jane.”
Rebekah groaned. First that crazy dream and now this. Honestly, it seemed like there was only one course of action...
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