I Woken Up

"What is happening? Why can't I speak? And why is my body moving on his own? Who is talking in my place?"

"What the hell, who is there? Who is asking this question? Were are you? Come out!"

Who are you? You are using my body. Why? Let me out! Let me out!"

"Let's think. Why am I hearing this strange voice in my head? Am I imagining this?"

"You know that I can hear everything you think? You are in my body and I am stuck, unable to do anything. I can't speak or move. All I can do is stay here, seeing what you do and say and hearing what you think. Why did you take control of my body? What kind of magic is this? Maybe hypnotism or some kind of special magic."

"Wait, what are you talking about boy? Magi? Hypnotism? What does all of that mean? I have no idea what are you talking about."

"What? Aren't you am mage? Didn't you come to capture me?"

"I still don't know what are you talking about! The last thing I remember was being killed and then I woken up in your body. I don't know what happened or where I am."

"I see. So you really don't know then. Hmm."

A boy was standing on the ground, in front of me. As we war talking, he got up and he was coming closer. As he was looking at me he started asking:

"Hey boy, where are we? How did I get here? He said as I was standing there. I didn't know what to answer. So I didn't, I kept quiet as he was staring at me.

" Oh, sorry. I should introduce myself. I am Ben Rotels. Nice to meet you."

As I wanted to answer I felt a sudden chill and then.

"What are you talking about? You are my little brother Burn, and since when do you have a family name?"

The boy who was talking in my head took control and started speaking. He was angry, but, at the same time sad, he was feeling upset that his friend doesn't know who he is.

And then I realized that I wasn't the only one who got in this position. Ben followed me even after I died.

"Hey boy, he is like me. He is the man who killed me, well not his body, but the name is his! Keep acting as you don't know what happens. If he finds out that I am here he will kill us."

"Hey, do I see things or your eyes just turned from red to blue? Were you wearing contacts? Oh, and don't worry about your friend. He is alive. A little annoying, talking in my head like this, but none the less alive. Let's see. so your name is Chop right?"

"Y-Yes. Mister what are you doing here and why did you stolen my friend's body?"

"Well Chop, I don't know what happened myself. The last thing I remember was being shot. And now I am here, wherever this is."

"Would you let my brother go please?"

"I would but I don't know how to do it. It's not like I wanted this to happen. I am so sorry boy."

As he spoke I could not think about anything else but about how good he treated this kid. I honestly thought that any other mafia bosses out there were evil, doing bad stuff for the sole reason of there amusement. Back then, I thought that I was different, I thought that I was the only one that didn't mistreat his peoples. I thought that I was the only one who was kind to peoples. I think that I was wrong back then.

As the conversation goes on the boy named Chop, whit who I now share a body, took us into the village.