The fight raged for some time. He was injured and fighting two on one did give them an advantage. William moved faster than he thought possible. His claws raked and jabbed without thought about his friend’s welfare at all. He saw himself eye gouge Achelois. His claw missed her eye, but the soft tissue around the eye immediately swelled and closed the eye shut anyway. He winced at that attack. It was not something that he would have chosen to do. Maybe his other was stronger than he was. Maybe the pack would be better off with the animal that he was now than the shape shifter that he had proven to be.
Even though he couldn’t control his body, he was able to catch glimpses of the shadows around him. They didn’t seem to be grinning as broadly as they had been before. William felt his arms wrap around Achelois and pick her up in the air. He knew what was happening and tried to retake control of his body. He was lifting Achelois up. William fought against the unforgiving tempered steel that was his body. He couldn’t control anything. His body lifted itself up and threw itself backwards, bringing Achelois’s head down to meet the ground of the Whyte Plain. The Supplex was devastating with none of the precautionary positioning that is customary in professional wrestling. William was disoriented but that didn’t stop him from hearing the sickening thud as Achelois connected with the ground. A few seconds later he felt the dead weight of Achelois roll off his body as a limp hunk of flesh. William only hoped that she was still alive.
He wished for it to be over, but it wasn’t. Charles was being put through his paces as his arms flashed outward jabbing and cutting. Every swipe brought blood. There were however no cries of pain from the thing that used to be Charles. He seemed to take all the damage that William’s body was giving him and finding a way to deal with it. William would have admired him for it except that it was going to get him killed.
Watching his own body dodge and counter in a fight was very surreal. If it had been a movie, he would have said it was the greatest movie ever made. Except it wasn’t a movie and this was his friend that was being decimated by his own claws. He couldn’t stop himself, but he continued to try to retake control of his body, for Charles’ sake. His body dove under a flailing arm swipe and he felt himself pick his friend up. Charles was flipped upside down as his arms held him tightly. He knew what was coming and he knew that it would have a similar result as to what happened to Achelois. He tried to scream, to roll his eyes, something. But nothing happened except his feet leaving the ground. Being in the air, it was like being in slow motion. He felt himself land with his feet out away from his body, driving Charles’s head into the ground. There was silence at first as he felt the concussion of the landing flow up his body. The sound of his butt hitting the deck without his tail getting in the way was instant. But the accompanying sound of Charles’s thud didn’t reach his ears till the slow shock wave of the impact had crawled up his body to reach his head, several seconds later. As he saw his arms throw the limp form of Charles off to the side, he thought that it might finally be over. He hadn’t learned anything.
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William could hear everything that was going on around him. He caught brief glimpses of his pack mates grabbing Charles and Achelois. The shadows were pressing in on them now. William could hear that strange voice as a murmur through the Whyte Plain. It was the same asexual voice that had laughed at them earlier. He wanted to say it was feminine then but now that voice was deeper and more sinister, male in timbre. If the shadows hadn’t closed in on them, he didn’t want to think about who his other might have attacked. As it was, the bestial instincts that now coursed through him controlling his body felt more of a threat from the enclosing shadows than from his pack mates and attacked outward at the black massless forms.
He jumped forward and remained airborne for an impossibly long time. This was also something that he never knew he could do. His other was ripping and shredding and jumping off solid shadows as easily as if he were walking on cement. The shadows shimmered and coalesced in different places. But either they had spread back out or some had disappeared, either way there were definite holes in the once solid circle that had trapped his pack. William felt a surge of relief that maybe his pack could get back to safety. But then total blackness clamped down on his vision.
He knew he was still conscious.
His body was working at a frenzied pace. It didn’t seem possible that his body could move any faster than it had moments before as it had been fighting Charles and Achelois but it was. He felt his muscles scream in protest as the speed at which he now moved threatened to tear the muscles away from the bones they supported. The black swirled around him but didn’t waver in their dominance over his vision. There was not even a speck of white to be found. William searched every inch of his surrounding vision, the amount that he could access, anyway. The swirling, billowing, moving blackness was hypnotic to watch. If he had been in control of his body, he might just be slowing down right now under this new spell that was being weaved just for him. While his mind was becoming heavy as he searched the depths of the darkness around him, his body however hadn’t slowed down at all.
The feeling of his muscles tearing and ripping at air was fascinating to him. Knowing that his body was capable of all this he wondered if he had the mental fortitude to accomplish half of what he had felt his body do. The black swirling around him held his rapt attention. The moving patterns in the darkness were amazing. There was no light that he could see but the darkness still had moving texture. He wanted to stay where he was, to see what patterns this strange shadow was capable of. It felt like he was on the verge of discovering some great truth.
Then the darkness was ripped away from his vision. He would have screamed out in despair if he had been able to. He felt his body being carried. He bounced up and down with the swift broken strides of someone who had been injured. His mind felt heavy, and he wanted to close his eyes to sleep. But there was still energy left in his body and his other was fighting to get away from the grip that held him.