Orion watched the demon talk to his friends and family. He couldn’t see them, but he could hear their voices, talking to the demon as if he and Orion were one and the same. /This isn’t me,/ Orion wanted to say. But he couldn’t do anything. “Stop this,” Orion’s dad said. “I don’t know how this is happening, or why you’re doing this, but stop.” /You think I would do this?/ Orion thought. Y/ou really think that I’d act like this?/ /That was it, he thought./ He needed to stop this. He had to. If the world was going to end, he wasn’t going to be known as the one who caused it to happen. And maybe, the world wouldn’t end. Maybe if he was in control, he could stop the demon. /Finally growing a backbone, are you?/ Orion laughed to himself as he steeled himself to take control of the demon. He snuck up behind the image in his mind. “You know I can read your thoughts, right?” The demon asked. “Just like you could when you were in control.” “What’s he talking about?” Anthony said. “Quiet.” The demon turned to Orion. “You think you can take control of me?” Without warning, without thinking, Orion jumped on the demon, pinning him. “Fine, then. I’ll start the apocalypse-” now. Orion grinned as his vision cleared. “Who’s in control now?” he asked. Still me. Orion’s hands rose without his control. Water trickled over his feet, seemingly from nowhere. “What are you doing?” Ella asked. She looked so betrayed. “It’s not me. I’m not in control of this.” But as he said it, his arms rose further, and the water rose with it, to his ankles, to his thighs, to his hips. “Stop. Please.” “I can’t.”
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