realityshifted | [Experiment Start--please see the link at the bottom of the entry]

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the wild road (d1) cy/cypher

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[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]

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That's not an answer. You never give me real answers any more.

You don't need real answers: you're not real!

[Cy stands up, her tail lashing.] Don't speak to me that way. I was going to have mercy for you, little brother, even after everything that's happened. I was going to spare you.

[Chris glares right back.] Like you spared Bianca?!

[Laughter that's mingled with a yowl bubbles out of Cy's mouth.]

[Shakes his head.] Leave Cy alone.

No.

Yes.

What are you going to do? Force me out? Please.

You're not the only one who can possess people right now.

[A hiss mingled with the words] Don't you dare.

[Eyes flicker red, and he shifts into something more like a ready position.]

Or what, Wyatt?

You won't be able to force me out. I'm not a ghost, like you.

Then why do you need Cy's body? It can't be all that different. [A flash of light, and the Griever pushes forward, phasing into Cy in an attempt to grapple onto anything that might be inside her and pull it out.]

[Inside her head, Wyatt's voice echoes. Nice try, little brother. And then there's nothing; no Wyatt, just the shell of a possessed animal.]

[He flies out a moment later and glares at the vessel of the voice.]

You're not real.

[Cy gives him a dull-eyed look.] Who's on the other side of the mirror? Who's pressing hands to shiny silver and nibbling at your ears, needling at your eyes. Real is as real does.

... not you. Him.

[And Wyatt's back, though once again as an indistinct echo.] Think what you want. I'll get what's mine.

You're not even in there, Wyatt. Don't you get it? You're not real. You can't get anything!

I am. I can and I will. Just because you can't touch me doesn't mean I'm fake Chris.

[Takes a moment to return to normal, and tries to calm down.] You have to be.

You want me to be? I'm hurt. [Doesn't sound it]

I want you to be the way you're supposed to be. Good, not... this.

You don't want me. You want a dream of me. You're not going to get it.

[And she drops]

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