Night visitor

Immediately Tobin tried to run but he discovered he had lost the use of his legs. He could not raise them it was asif he was being held by an invincible force that was stronger than him.

He opened his mouth to scream for help but also discovered he was unable to do so. He could not do anything with his body. He was well conscious of his environment but could not react to anything. Fear enveloped him totally as he breathing changed drastically.

He closed his eyes tightly to prevent him from seeing whatever evil that just stepped out of that door.

The cold sensation increased and he could feel the presence of the stranger right befor him.

"Open your eyes " a cool voice commanded him. He shut his eyes tighter than before

Tobin didn't know if he should obey or not. He didn't know if he would be able to control himself after seeing the person befor him. He wasn't one to be easily scared but a man coming from a door he was sure never existed is enough to freak him out.

"Open your eyes. I will not hurt you" came the voice again. At this stage Tobin could feel even the breath of the person on him. There was something about the voice that even sounded familiar to him .

Tobin opened his eyes slowly out of curiosity and what he saw left him really surprised.

He was looking at a young man that was the exact copy of him. The only difference was the difference in hair. Tobin hair was long while this strsnger befor him was keeping a short hair. Another noticeable difference was the pattern of his dressing.

From his long black cloak Tobin could tell he was someone who liked dressing old school. He reminded him of the types of Wizards he reads from those ancient history books kept by his parents. The look on his face wasn't deadly but that of excitement and curiosity which made Tobin relaxed a little as he knew he might not be hurt.

"Right now only some parts of your body are functioning because I am trying to control the situation right here. If you promise not to shout I will return to you the power of speech but if you shout I will make sure to cut off your tongue " The stranger threatened him as he muturred some words without waiting for him to make the promise.

Tobin suddenly realized he was able to speak but decided to behave himself as he didn't want his tongue to be cut off. If the person befor him could control his body then he was sure he wasn't bluffing when he said he would cut off his tongue.

"Good I can see you will comply " the stranger said taking a seat in the kitchen as he looked at Tobin with interest in his eyes.

Tobin didn't know if he should say anything or just wait to be questioned as he was sure he would be very soon.

"First of all, what is your name? The stranger asked looking at Tobin who was more concern with how he was looking at a carbon copy of himself.

"My .... name ... is Tobin" He stammared taking note of the fact that even their voices sounded the same. He was beginning to have so many ideas at the same time in his head.

"Nice to meet you Tobin, my name is Harold, Young Lord Harold " He said standing up to have an handshake with Tobin who realized he could now use his hands too.

"Young Lord Harold? " Tobin thought to himself wondering how strange it is and why a Young man would be adding such a title to his name

After the handshake he sat down again leaving Tobin standing which made Tobin slightly angry. He was thinking by now he would have trust him enough to return the use of his legs.He didn't like the fact that he was under the power of another person.

"You can sitdown, there is no need to be angry " Harold commanded him as he waved his hand. It was asif he could also read his mind

Now that Tobin was presented with the option to sit down he didnt know if he should sitdown or remain standing incase there would be a need for him to run. He still wonders how it was possible for someone else to control his body. He could not help but think some powers were messing with him.

"Don't worry I prefer standing " Tobin refused the offer for him to take a seat.

"What do you really want and why do you look like me. How are you able to control my movement. Who really are you? Tobin blurted out unable to control himself. He wanted to be quiet till he was spoken to but he could no longer control himself.