MagiStream

As I walked by the mirror a flash of green on my face caught my attention. I’d been about to take a shower as I’d just gotten home from my afternoon jog, but the sight caused me to look back. I glanced at my own reflection and a small gasp escaped my lips. NO! This wasn’t possible… my eyes are blue, not green! No matter what I thought, the reflection staring back at me undoubtedly had intense green eyes. Intense green eyes with black-slit pupils that seemed to stare straight through me. This can’t be happening. I squeezed my eyes tight shut and kept telling myself I was seeing things. I almost opened them, but when I went to open them again I heard a voice.

“Ah, darling, it’s about time we finally met,” the voice growled. The sure sound of the voice sent shutters of fear crackling down my spine. It was a soft, low growl, yet at the same time it was alluring and velvety smooth. It seemed to speak from within my soul and strike my ears from within my head. That’s not possible either I tried to calm myself down.

“W-who’s there?” the worlds tumbled out of my mouth on their own. I forced my eyes to open and didn’t dare look into the mirror. My eyes searched around the bathroom; its hard tile floors, the blue curtains that hung from the window, the matching blue towels that hung from the pole of the shower curtain… they all looked the same. Nothing was different. No one was there.

“You can’t see me, darling. I’m a part of you, it’s not possible for you to see within yourself,” the voice seemed to be laughing at me. Its tone was still that same melodically rough tone, but this time it had a light air to it.

“What do you mean?” I took a long, hard swallow and kept my eyes trained on the floor. My hands were shaking silently and I didn’t dare face the mirror again. My eyes were locked on the grey tile and traced along the edges on each individual piece. I hoped they were normal again.

“Look in the mirror! I’ve revealed myself already,” the voice chimed, seeming to laugh even more now that it had me scared out of my shoes. I gasped uncontrollably and shivered. My eyes slowly took themselves from the floor and began to trail up towards the mirror. As much as I wanted to stop them, I couldn’t. Against my own will they had been locked into their target. The mirror. I was forced to look at my reflection and see the same intense green eyes staring back at me. Eyes that were not my own. “There we go.”

“No,” I mumbled aloud, unable to form any other words. This couldn’t be happening. Things like this don’t just happen. I struggled to regain control of myself and took an unsure step back away from the mirror. I tried so squeeze my eyes shut tight again, but some unknown force held them open and locking them onto my own reflection.

“Nice that you’ve finally met me, darling. It’s so hard to live inside someone who has no idea you exist,” the voice rattled. Its growling tone rumbled up from inside my head and my unnatural green eyes widened a bit. At least they still act naturally…

“Inside?” I choked out as my entire body when stiff where I stood. I could see the slight shimmer of tears welling up into those wide, green eyes that I couldn’t stop watching. They were a mystery to me. As afraid of them as I was, they enchanted me. They were so beautiful, yet so alien; so different on my pale-skinned human face.

“I live in your soul, I’ve always lived here. Haven’t you ever gotten angry for no reason? Had a hate you couldn’t explain? That’s your demon, darling. That’s me,” the voice growled to my brain, rambling on as it explained its presence. I hung onto every word it said, fear gripping my body in its icy arms and a single tear dripping down my face. Why me?

“Why you? Well, simply because your cursed,” the voice responded. I gasped that it replied. Could it really hear what I was thinking? “I can hear everything you think. And stop calling me an it, I’m a female and I’m a demon,” the inner demon growled at me, making me shriek quietly and more tears drip down my face and splash onto the bathroom counter. I was still looking at the green eyes and I could only watch the tears roll down my face. I mentally begged the demon to leave me alone. I wanted my own body!

“I’m part of you, I can’t leave,” the demon laughed. The rough sound of its laugh almost hurt my ears. I shivered fought yet again to close my eyes, desperately trying to regain control. The demon was strong, but I had to be stronger.

“My eyes,” I gasped. “Will they go back to normal?” I hoped they would go back to the way they belonged, I’d look like a freak walking around with bright green demon eyes all the time. I can only imagine the names they’d call me…

“Of course they will, if I make them. I can turn you into myself if I want too,” the demon cackled. I silently hoped she didn’t show off these powers, but this only made the insane sound grow louder and a strange feeling course through my bones. Uh-oh.

The change started in my hands. I felt an odd tingling that almost stung my hands and made me gasp. My eyes tore themselves from the mirror and locked onto my them. They started to shake ever so slightly and I felt pressure on my finger tips. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as a pair of long, black claws stretched from the tips on my fingers and completely morphed my hands. My feet started to change as well, claws growing out of the tips of my toes, although these were slightly sorter. I let out a shriek of shock and fear, tears building and falling even faster. My eyes were drawn back to the mirror so I could see other parts of myself begin to change.

From the mirror I could see a long, lashing tail sprouting up from my back. It swung from side to side, looking much like a monkey’s, only a lot longer and more flexible. Two large spikes that resembled the claws emerged from the tip of the tail and looked extremely dangerous. My entire body tingled and my skin started to grow a somewhat scaly texture and fade into bright red color. This is what scared me the most… Green eyes? AND NOW RED SCALES? What’s happening to me?! I started choking out loud, horrified sobs as I started, mesmerized, at my own reflection.

“Don’t cry, darling. It’s about time you met your real self,” the demon whispered, and as if by magic, I felt myself starting to relax. Something in that velvety tone absorbed all ounces of fear from me, even if the voice was still rough. It was almost like listening to a lullaby before you fall asleep. The voice was calm, comforting, and even left me wishing it would speak again. I reached my hands up very slowly and they felt unfamiliar as I touched them to my face, careful of the long claws. My skin felt smooth and scaly, and I imagined my hands felt the same way.

“I… I will turn back, right?” I whispered softly, running my clawed fingers across the side of my face and down my arms. The scales felt so hard and unnatural, yet part of me liked them. The demon’s voice had soothed my crying soul and caused me to really marvel at the changes I’d undergone. Even the green eyes didn’t cause shooting fear anymore, they looked stunningly beautiful to me now.

“Of course, darling. Just enjoy the beauty while you’ve got it,” the demon purred. I smiled slightly at the sound of its voice, my now green-skinned lips turning upward. Beautiful… I’m so beautiful. I stopped moving my hands across the scales and held them out in front of me, admiring the long claws. They were a shining black and could probably cut through almost anything. I loved them so much. I didn’t know why the fear had melted, or why I was so affectionate to my body, but I was. The demon knew it, too. My subconscious mind probably knew she had something to do with this, but I didn’t care. I was utterly in awe. I wiggled my fingers, marveling at the claws and the way my scales reflected the light.

“Glad you like them, darling. However, it’s time for me to go,” the demon muttered in my ears. It took a moment for me to realize what she was saying, and another gasp escaped my lips.

“Don’t leave,” I begged, not wanting to loose the beauty. I wanted to stay a demon, to live as a demon. My mind had been persuaded to love this body.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” the demon promised, her voice yet again sending calming thoughts through my mind. I smiled at the thought, and then started to feel dizzy. The next thing I new, my head was falling towards the floor and everything went black.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Chapter One: Prison Cell

Hours. Weeks. Days. Months. Years even. I didn’t know how long it had since I’d been locked inside this cell because I lost control. I was so angry… and the demon took over.

“It’s been almost a year, darling,” my demon confirmed. Her voice was still rough, but it sounded even more melodic to me than when I first heard it. I loved the sound; the way it danced through my thoughts.

“Great,” I thought back, no longer even bothering to open my mouth. What’s the point? My demon could hear me no matter how I was talking. She was inside my soul. Most recently she’d been my body as well. In the dark cell the government locked me in having demon eyes made it a lot easier to see.

“Don’t worry,” my demon soothed. “Dawn approaches.” Her voice instantly soothed my emotions, making me loose myself inside my mind. My thoughts still processed some things, however.

“What does it matter?” I growled lowly. “I won’t be able to see it.” I hadn’t seen the sun or the sky in so long I’d forgotten what it looked like. All I could remember was pain.

“You misunderstand,” my demon sighed, the rough sound breathing in my mind. I don’t understand. It was true. I couldn’t make sense of a word my melodic voice had just said. Everything was so dull and dark now, there was no dawn. There wasn’t anything to wake up to except tests and DNA scans from abusive scientists.

“Just forget it,” I grumbled, running my claws roughly across the stone floor. They were so sharp they left little marks in the stone, but they weren’t strong enough to break me out of this hole.

“Kelsey, darling,” my demon bothered to use my name. I loved the way it rolled inside my brain, like a mother’s voice calming her broken child. “Calm yourself.”

“Fine,” I huffed back, my body instantly reacting. It’s not fair, I thought. I deserved freedom and life just as much as any other human being. I might not be normal, but I had feelings and thoughts. More than that; I had a will to live. The one thing that kept me going. Except, sometimes, even my will failed me. Then it was my demon that lulled me into nothingness, keeping me alive and thoughtless. I craved that numbness like a drug.

“Stop thinking that way, darling,” my demon snarled, sending happy emotions shooting through my brain. She let me think of spring flowers, Christmas morning, and my old fluffy cat at home. Tears pricked my un-human eyes as happiness welled inside my heart. Home.

“Oh demon, I miss it so much,” I whispered back, thankfulness overwhelmingly prominent in my voice. Then I heard the grinding of metal and my head jerked in the direction of the iron bars that trapped me in this prison. A small hatch opened in the side of the bars, and a human hand slid through.

My green eyes, uncontrollably filled with hate, followed the hand so I could see a scientist through the bars of the cell. A low, deathly grow emitted from the back of my throat and my tail lashed back and forth as hate bubbled within me. This time, my demon did not try to stop the negative emotions.

As soon as the growl ripped from my throat the hand jerked back, dropping the food in the cell faster than intended. I didn’t get up from where I sat on the floor. Instead, I just glared with blazing eyes and waited for the scientist to step away from my cage. It wasn’t until he walked away, shivering, that I got to my feet. My short, sharp claws clanked across the stone floor as I walked across the small cell. Then I bent down and picked up my food, looking at it with disgust.

It was the same meal I’d eaten twice a day for the past… however long it was again. There was a large glass of water with a lid on it, which I’d always assumed was so the water didn’t spill when it was dropped into the cell. There was a ‘mystery meat’, as I liked to call it, and two slices of bread. Boring.

“Eat,” my demon commanded persuasively. To be honest I didn’t want to eat anything the scientists gave me; I’d trying to starve myself a while ago. My demon hadn’t let that happen, and ever since she always made sure I ate my portions.

Unhappily, I picked up the ‘mystery meat’ and brought it to my lips, my nose wrinkling in disgust. Same old, same old, I though with discontent. What I wouldn’t give for a warm apple pie right now.

Either way, I knew I was going to have to eat the food. I opened my red-skinned lips and brought my teeth upon the meat, tearing a chunk off and eating it with a complaining grumble. The meat was dry and overcooked with a very salty taste. I wasn’t at all fond it. The bread was of equal distaste, it was dry and rough as it passed over my tongue.

I pried the lid off the water and chugged it, savoring the liquid as it dribbled down my throat. Water was the only thing I enjoyed anymore; it was so pure and natural. After drinking, I went back to sit in my corner and do nothing like I did every day.

My cell was small, probably no bigger than the inside of a minivan. The only thing in it was a small toilet to go to the restroom in and a cot that was attached to the wall for sleeping. Other than that the cell was made entirely of stone and was flat surfaced. Tall and thick iron bars jutted up from the floor until they reached the ceiling. There was a door to them, but it couldn’t be opened from the inside without a key.

I stared at the wall until I drifted into sleep.


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“Let me go!” the sound of screaming jolted me awake. My green eyes shot wide open and
looked around with panic swimming in them. When I realized there was nothing inside my cell,
another scream made me realize it was coming from the hallway.

“What is it?” I asked my demon, jumping to my feet and rushing to the iron bars of the cage. My tail lashed violently and my mind ran wild with eager excitement. What is going on?

I soon got my answer as a loud growl sounded and then the sound of a loud smack. It was
no doubt a scientist dealing with an over-excited prisoner. The prisoner demanded to be let go again,
and I found myself surprised by his voice. It warmed my heart; not like my demon, but in a different
way. A good way.

The voice was velvety and easy on the ears. It was smooth and dripped from the mouth of its
owner like honey. I desperately wanted to see the owner of this voice. I could listen to it for hours and
hours and never get sick of it.

“He is a feisty one,” my demon chucked inside my ears, listening to the voice scream and
hisses emit.

“Noo,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. In fact, this was the most exciting thing that had happened in a long time. My clawed fingers wrapped around the iron bars of the cell as I attempted
to peer out and see what was going on. The sound of a punishing slap hit my ears and then another
growl. Of course, the scientists didn’t actual slap you with their hands; they hit you with a long plastic
stick designed for inflicting pain with minimal wounds.

A wide smile stretched across my lips as I heard a human scream of pain. I like this guy
already. My tail lashed wildly and my eyes were glinting with excitement, I was itching to know
what was going on.

“You ugly mutt! Get in your cell,” a scientist screamed as anger dripped from his voice.
I chuckled to myself, getting way too much enjoyment out of the scientist’s pain.

“They pained you,” my demon encouraged, wiping all thoughts of guilt from my brain. She
was right. I hated the scientists with a burning passion for everything they’d done to me and any
other misfit in this world.

“I hope he kills them,” I growled back, my voice drenched with hate even inside my mind.
My warm personality was still there, but my memories of pain were so much stronger. I leaned my
head as far forward as I could, trying to get a glimpse of the action. I growled with excitement and
my eyes went wide when a bloody scientist stumbled into my view, closely following by a lanky
figure with growls wrenching from its throat.