Current Arc Epilogue

Current Arc epilogue

Black consumes your vision as your pass out from the splitting head ache.

Blinking away the darkness to see the stars above you, a blanket on top of grass greet the fingers you clench as you try to figure out where you are. 'This seems familiar.'

You're in a clearing surrounded by trees having a picnic?

'I was having a picnic with Jordan for Valentines day.'

"I was worried about you for a second, thought you had been completely lost." Jordan is sitting there next to you, was he there a second ago?

"Sorry, must have nodded off." You try to dismiss as you reach out for him only to be meet with a hand held in a stopping motion.

"I need you to remember first, you may hate me and I might deserve it but I can't let this damage remain. You were so strong to come back from that." He's not making sense and you just want to be held in his arms again, but you hold still as he moves to you, biting his lip until blood is drawn and kissing your forehead. You suspect leaving a blood stained SWAK there. "This wasn't how this was supposed to go, but I'll use this piece of me to undo what I can, the rest is up to you."

"Jordan, baby I don't understa-" You inhale sharply before your body starts to shake and tears pour down your face. "oh." Is all you can say as you curl in on yourself as the conflicting feelings and memories hit you.

A body that feels foreign but not is what meets you as you do so, breasts too large, legs too smooth, muscle definition that used to be a point of pride is missing.

Seeing every moment from when Jordan first contacted you, after that night of disappointment with Jill, from both your original mindset and the one he build up bit by bit was disorienting.

Not knowing how to feel or even think you look up to see Jordan with a guarded look, "Why?" you cry out in soul wrenching sorrow.

A simple question, but about so many things, instead of waiting for you to clarify or asking questions himself, he answers like he knew every confused thought in your head.

"Because you didn't deserve what we did. Because this wasn't supposed to happen this was. Because even without needing to make it up to you, you're worth the sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" your words are still coming through tears but the need to know lets you **** the questions out as you try to sort through everything.

"Yes, When this is over a piece of me will be lost and broken, the same way we tried to do to you. It's the price to undo what I can."

"Then why do it to me in the first place?!", for the first time you can recall from your scattered memories, true anger at him flows through your veins.

"I Don't know."

"Wh-"

"Or at least I didn't, I couldn't figure out why I kept taking things way too far, or why I would use such dark powers on a doll of protection."

"Protection?", it comes out as almost a hiss when the whisper excapes your lips.

"Yes, those were meant to protect you from bad luck, they weren't powerful but I had one for all my friends, yours was the one that I treasured the most."

"But not one for you?"

"Nope, maybe could have saved me some grief if I could have. Light power such as those can almost always only be cast on others, something about how it fosters cooperation being intrinsic to its nature. No to help myself I would need more questionable methods, ones I promised to never use." The mirth in his voice was clear.

It didn't stop you from taking a snipe through the tears that were starting to dry. "Didn't seem to stop you when you did this.", gesturing toward your body.

"That's the mistake that I'll be paying a hefty price to fix. Heart broken and bitter for all the effort I put in for others, I wanted to do something selfish, just once. But, that's how it gets you."

"What did you do?" more than anything else you wanted this answer, even if it was starting to scare you.

"I took and modified a three part spell, taking one of light and twisting it to be one of selfish desire, but magic is a funny thing, for want of a better term, it likes its themes, every time you cast a spell it relies on the internal logic of the one casting it and that of everyone who cast it in the past. This being a spell not cast before it followed mine, without the guiding hand of those that came before it wasn't just my surface idea but what was subconscious too, it's why casting new spells is so dangerous, and I knew on some level how bad or wrong it was to change something pure. I twisted that spell and everything that spiraled out of it got more and more twisted. Wanting to date you became wanting to possess you."

"Well fuck me, what the hell were you thinking!" Only partially understanding was still enough to turn sorrow into

Anger.

It didn't faze him, as somber as he was, "I wasn't, It was stupid. A three part trade of talents between the willing became theft of attributes. The real trap, the one it took me too long to figure out and was the reason I couldn't help you more, was in the wording I used and who I used it on."

"Help? You didn't need to help me, you need to stop what you were doing, it was you that did this!"

"I couldn't stop. I wasn't myself from the time it first took effect, I didn't realize to what extent until it was almost too late."

It dawned on you what that meant, "There really were two versions of you." It was a whisper but he heard you all the same.

"I did what I could to slow her down while trying to fix things but every time I would try, more of this part of me would get trapped in a corner of your mind."

"What was the wording, Jordan?"

"It went from 'Ye three are bound as thou desire; from one to 'nother these things shall be; knowledge to ye lacking, skill for thee without, patience for thou with both. Until ye three learn these things in fullness, ye will lean on each other where ye are weak.'

and became;

'We three are bound to MY desire; From one to me and from me to another; I take from her whatever I lack to capture his heart, from me to him let him feel my love and despair, from him to her take all that would stop him from loving me. Until he feels for me the way I felt for him we will be bound.'

I won't make you puzzle out what I almost didn't figure out. The real problem was what I took from Jill, in hindsight the red flags were there. The thing she had that let her capture your heart. It was her manipulative nature, the desire to use and control you for her own selfish ends. With that seed planted in my soul, and part of my nature moved to you, something dark was allowed to grow in me. She used darker and darker things on you, the spell making you more compliant, me more cruel, and I assume Jill more hateful."

Your mind raced as you processed this information, the last question you could think to ask slipping from you, "So what happens now Jordan?"

"Now Sarah, I undo what I can, the rest is up to you. Are you ready?" Jordan asks extending his hand to you.

"Please Jordan, Please just hold me?" It felt like your soul was pleading with him.

Without hesitation he wrapped you up in his arms, "Anything for you, I'm so sorry," embracing you tightly, you cried into his chest as he slowly faded away.

Eventually falling into the picnic blanket as what was left of him burst into stardust and clung to you.

With a start you woke up back in Britney's guest room, the memories of last night, week? Still fresh in your mind.

Looking around the room reveals the toys and machines that turned you into what you were, looking down revealed your unchanged body, save for your breasts that seemed smaller than yesterday, or what you remembered from yesterday?

Before you can panic you notice something missing, or someone at least.

Jordan is gone, the door is slightly open.

You can hear arguing else where in the house but can't make it out.

You try to move your body but it feels unfamiliar and takes longer to move. You take a moment to see just what your working with and notice that almost all the modifications Jordan made are still there.

'I guess my mind being my own is good enough for now, I'll just have to get him to finish fixing this.'

Having to walk as in this body was difficult but doable as you mimicked what you remember, it no longer coming as natural.

Making it to the outer hallway you start to be able to hear Jordan and Brit arguing.

Brit sounding angry and Jordan sounding distressed and ****.

"I don't care what your allowed to tell me or who your in trouble with Jordan! You are going to stop trying to run from me and explain exactly whats been going on. For god sake $#%^@ can't even speak there own name!"

'Huh, what does she mean, my name is $#%^@, I mean my name is Sarah, fuck, what was my name?' You seem to have found another spot that wasn't fixable by the piece of him.

Jordan sounding defeated replies, "Look Brit, I promise I'll explain everything later, I need to leave town to deal with something important first ok?"

Brit sounds angrier, "No!, Not ok! You aren't going anywhere until I get answers about $#%^@!"

You decide to enter the kitchen to end this argument, and hopefully get him to fix the rest of you. "My name is Sarah, Britney."

Both heads jerk towards you, horror flooding Jordan's face while Brit looks at you dumbfounded.

Standing there naked with your porn star body on display is a surprise neither were ready for.

Jordan tries to bolt for the door but Brit grabs him before he can even get close.

She looks you dead in the eyes, "Sarah, Where is $#%^@?"

"$#%^@ is locked away now."

"Where!?"

You pause unsure what she means, you know you're $#%^@ but you're Sarah now.

Jordan seeing your confusion speaks up, "Please believe me when I say I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen, I messed up and I know it's unforgivable. But I can't fix this, I need to go or things will just be worse."

Brit turns her attention back to Jordan, "Shut up, I want to hear from her, where is $#%^@?"

"I told you Brit I'm Sarah now, Jordan locked $#%^@ away inside, but I'm me again but Sarah." You plead with Brit hoping she understands your word salad as your still dealing with the mental and emotional whiplash.

Jordan tries to run again but Brit just tightens her grip.

"You said you locked them away, unlock them!" She demands from Jordan.

"I can't, $#%^@ is locked away in a corner of their mind now. I don't know whats left but they shouldn't be able to be this independent." Jordan sounds terrified as he tells Brit the truth.

"What?! You mean it was supposed to be worse! You mean like when I came in there because you two were screaming? She couldn't even speak unless you gave him permission! Let alone how you made him sleep with one word or his body looking like that! I walk in on you freaking out and this is the best you can give me?"

Jordan is looking at his hands, there has not been an expression on his face besides horror or fear this whole time. "I know... I know, what sins I committed and what he's stuck as, I can't bear to look at him, I need to go, I can't-"

Somehow he has slipped her grip and fled in the span of a breath. With what you know now, there was no keeping him here if he really wanted gone.

"Can't what?! Come back here!"

"Breath Brit, He's missing a piece of himself too. I'm not fully me but mostly? I'll tell you what I can." You try calm her, you really didn't want her cornering a broken Jordan, making him feel ****, the danger of that spelled out across your body.