My nickname came from a story I wrote about me having a split mind. Basically. 'er-no' was appropriate... Read and find out.
Joby was not an ordinary boy, long had he dreamed of being normal, but sadly not one doctor could find the solution to his problem, the final diagnosis was,
'....you son suffers from what we now call a brain divide, his personality is split, not like normal spilt personalities, as one side of your son wants to kill the other, they are permanentely in battle, we could give him drugs, but sadly the lung problems he inherited are not going to allow him the drugs to keep him stable....'
That was that, they locked Joby in a room for nine more years, through personal teaching and training he managed to put the evil part of him well inside himself. They called this other half Tom.
He was hiding behind a mask for he knew that if he let his guard down for one second he would allow Tom the right to enter the world.
When Joby reached the age of 22 they released him naming him stable and with a right to freedom. The hospital discharged him into the only place they saw fit. The Streets of Paragon.
There I was,
Fumbling around I remember smelling some awful brew, I managed to climb onto the wastebin and look into the window of a house which had a few people grouped around... I could make out them as being rather large, I looked somewhat human to them, I knew at that point I would never have to leave Paragon because I would fit in here....
...suddenly I remember this tall dark one looking around, he saw me at the window and pointed, I remember running, sadly it was to know good, the ally was at an end, the figure with a twisted cape came out of the right doorway, he approached me and with his red slit eyes began to burn at my face.
Screaming brought me only more pain, I was coughing without being touched, I felt scars appearing on my face, and then my heart began to burn. I then opened my eyes again, but this time I was outside my body. Suddenly I stood up. I was looking at myself from the outside of my head, much rather like a third person experience the doctors had talked about or I had dreamed about while in my coat white bed. I was no longer in control, Tom had taken over my body and with a huge swing of my arms had hit the caped figure across what can only be called his upper body. He burst into flames, and the three alike figures behind him seemed to quickly move away. Then I re-entered my body, I felt all the pain I was feeling the moment before I left it an instant, what just happened?
Holding my face in deep agony I went into the now empty building that I had just looked into. I felt so different, what had just happaned? I asked myself again.
'I'm free', I turned around, some strange voice had said something to me... 'I'm free' it said again.
This voice wasn't coming from a distance nor was it changing in pitch. It was in my head.
'Tom?' I said with a very nervous voice.
I was talking with the one thing that I had battled for the last nine years, I looked upwards at the ceiling, it seemed so very close.
'Joby, we are one now'
'What do you mean' I cried slowly
'Find a mirror!' he ordered.
Shuffling for a mirror my left arm lifted itself up and rubbed the left side of my head, I watched it do this, and tried to move it down to stop and close it with my right arm. It was impossible.
'Quickly, mirror will help'
No mirror in this building, maybe those caped guys didn't want to look at their own ugly mugs, I wandered out onto the streets again and found a metal plate, wiping it with my right arm I bent over to look in it....
...speechless, I stared without movement at the plate. My face had been divided into two halves, one looking terribly old ang grey and the other looking powerful and wise. The finger that had touched me from the hooded man had released the doubled mind and now both were fighting over the same body. I slumped back down onto my rear, and cried, men aren't meant to cry I had been told in the hospital, these werent tears, this was internal. I would have preferred to have died then unleash the dangers of my innerself. There I was, a disfigured creature with immense power in my left side, and wise and human power in my right.
Tom said he would help me, I believe he will kill me.
I was trapped in this body, sharing it with a human? If I was to ever end the torture it would be easy for me just to kill myself, so I battled with Joby the real owner of the body, he didn't know the story, and why his body was shared....
...many years I looked through Joby's eyes in a strange 3rd person way, I grew with him crying as I tried to communicate, I grew with his thoughts and knew exactly what he was trying and planning, the fault was that we shared a single mind with the power of two, so he knew exactly what I was doing when I doing it.
He called it a mask, and he did very well to hold me back, I was impressed by his power of mind and thought. What he didn't know was that I didn't want to end him, finish him, or at that point replace him.
When this body reached I feel it was at about 22 years old. We were released from 'Prison' and thrown onto the streets of Paragon.
I share is pain, I share his thoughts, I was him. The caped figure had got us onto our knees, and I felt my essence of life pour through the individual vains of Joby's body, I felt my old face expand out onto the left side, the physical appearance of the arm did not change, but my old powers came back.
Through our left eye I saw the figure who had put me in this position, more pain flowed and he wanted to kill us both, this was not how I wanted to end completely? I would not take Jobys life through a past mistake of my own.
I swang my arms with such fury it would have made any upright figure or building fall. At the moment, I was the driver, Joby was the passenger. What just happened?
Holding his face Joby looked in complete agony, reading his thoughts he felt so different and he kept asking himself what was happening. I could explain all the years, but not that last bit.
I had never wanted to nor tried to speak before, but out came words.
'I'm free', Joby turned around, my whispering voice said... 'I'm free'.
My voice was coming from the mind, teleopathy on a strange level.
'Tom?' Joby said with a very nervous voice.
'Yes' I replied.... leaving the sentence open.
With that open sentence I asked myself to go get a mirror, at that point I relised I would have to intercept all of Joby's brain thoughts as to what movement he was going to do, I was his left side. Walking wouldn't have been halve as successful without the left leg.
We came outside and found a metal plate, even I was not prepared for the figure that faced me. My old face/body had managed to creep through about 50% of the skin on Jobys old left hand side. It was somewhat sickening even for a hero like me....
...I was going to explain to my body the story of why I was like this. It wasn't going to be easy. However for us to continue we must share.