Drake

Amidst all the beatings and laughter, his cold eyes stared at the man beating him with a hint of playfulness in them. 

Behind the playfulness, there was another gaze filled with emptiness and pain, observing the entire situation while enduring the torment.

He was the true owner of the body, a 14-year-old kid who had spent his entire life in prison and the person enduring all of this torture with a single hope in his mind: Drake. 

Just a few minutes earlier, Drake had lost control of his body and found himself in a dark space. As he tried to make sense of it, he suddenly regained all his senses. He was back in his body. 

Slowly, he could see, hear, and smell again, but he lost control of his body. Instead, he found a new entity controlling him. Who was he? What was he doing in my body? How can I get my body back? Many questions raced through his mind, but before he could do anything, he heard footsteps.

The person controlling his body mumbled, and Drake realized this was bad. He had to stop him. Drake spoke in a broken voice, a voice he had only used for screaming and sobbing.

"[Shhhhhh, just two years!]"

The person in his body stopped. He stopped caring about that guy and focused on the big guard with a whip in hand in front of him. Not wasting any time, the man struck his body.

Pat! Pat!

"[Ahh]" Though Drake was not controlling the body, he felt the pain. He continued to scream, but it seemed the guard couldn't hear him. Only the other person in his body heard his screams.

After some time, he heard this weird laughing sound. 'Ah, is this my voice? No, it's not me, but how can he laugh in this situation?' Drake thought to himself. He was stunned, but the next whip made him ignore everything, and he started enduring the pain.

The guard continued to whip for an hour. At this point, there was no voice, only silence. Kane sat in a puddle of blood with a frozen smile on his face. The guard whipped a couple more times and then placed the whip down before leaving the cell.

In the silence of the cell, the only sound was Kane's heavy breathing. Even the screaming inner voice had died down. Kane slowly moved his hand towards his face, but at that moment, he blacked out.

The next moment, Kane found himself in a dark space with nothing in it. Slowly, he started feeling a sense of pain returning. Next came the scent of blood and rotten food, and he tasted the blood dripping out of his mouth. Then his blurry vision gradually cleared up.

He found himself back in the same sitting position, but he felt something strange. He tried to move, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move a single muscle.

As he was struggling, his hand suddenly moved and wiped the blood dripping from his head. 'Wait, what?' he was not controlling the body? Then it hit him. Right, it must be that voice, the original owner of the body. 

He was in this weird state where he could feel everything around him. He still felt the pain coming from those whips, but he could not control his body at all.

It might sound like a scary situation, but weirdly, he felt a little more relaxed in the back seat, not caring much but enjoying life. 

He focused on the puddle of blood beneath him. Interestingly enough, it was a kind of clear and he saw his reflection. No, it was the reflection of the body he was in. 

What intrigued him was the dead straight face of a child around 13-15 years old, staring at the blood pool with tears flowing out of both of his eyes, but the face was dead.

There was not an ounce of emotion on that face. The clear, shiny green eyes shining a little in the darkness differed from the face he saw. Kane recognized in one glance those eyes were not dead. 

There was hope in those eyes. The massive fire of hope caused him to shudder. 'Is this the original owner of the body? Who is this?' many questions arose in his mind.

The little kid opened his mouth and said in a choppy voice while staring at the dark blood puddle, "We. Change. Position."

That straight face gave him chills, but unlike before, this time, the body did not respond to his emotions. All of this excited Kane, and he asked in excitement, [Who are you? What's going on here?]

Drake remained quiet for some time, gathering his breath, and said, "Drake."

Kane became puzzled. [Ah yeah, Drake, nice to meet you. I am Kane. Drake, by any chance, do you know what's going on?]

"No," Drake said one word.

'This' Kane got confused at this little to no response. He asked in doubt, [Are you not worried about the situation? Dude, I am literally inside you, and I just had control of your body. Are you not worrying about this?]

He saw no change of expression on Drake's face. Drake moved his hand; he pointed to the reflection in the blood, then he pointed to himself and the room and then said nothing.

Kane did not know what this meant, so he asked a few more questions to understand Drake. [Hey Drake, why do you keep repeating 'survive'? Isn't it better to just take a rest? Why do you want to survive?]

"Power." Once again, one word came. 

Drake wanted to talk more, but right now, he was not in the condition to utter a single word. Still, he forced himself to talk, and there was a thing as not talking much with anyone for the past 5 years made it difficult for him to speak.

[Power], Kane mumbled.

Drake asked, "Kane. What? Want?"

Kane paused and said after thinking a little, [Actually, I am not interested much in power. All I want is a decent, peaceful, and playful life.]

Drake nodded his head, and a little smile formed on his face as he said, "Good."

Kane instantly realized that this kid was also broken, like him. This little one actually smirked at him. He realized he was dealing with a broken guy who broke in a different way from him.