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Who: Alessa and Con
Where: Con's Room
When: A day after Alessa finds out about her father's torture.
Rating: R for certain deeply disturbing things.
Summary: After Alessa finds out about her father's torture her desire to hurt the Red Devil hits an all time high. But with the inability to completely focus her powers how can she hurt the Red God?

Possession.
The Story: First there was the shock in the realization of her father's near death and severe torture. Then came the uncontrollable screaming and crying, followed by her retching and vomiting in the toilet. Worst of all the room she was in had started to twist into something completely sinister, and dark.

Alessa realized that her powers were going haywire because her hatred and anger towards the red deity was so great. Despite her powers, Alessa always had a hard time focusing them. She remembered as a child killing an innocent person once just by wishing for it. Of course she didn't actually mean to kill the person, but the past was the past.

Now was the present, and Alessa wanted revenge. But how would she be able to even damage the Red God if she couldn't focus her powers? She realized that she would need a conduit for them. Someone that she could possess and channel her powers through. Who could she use though?

The answer came to her when she started talking to Con again. He had said that he was part of the greatest assasination team in the world. His hearing was the best in mansion by far, and there was just something about him that Alessa liked. She had a feeling that this boy would be the perfect vessel for her.

Seperating her entire soul from her body, she quickly astral projected to Con's room, and proceeded to knock.

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"Comin'!" Was the reply of the tiny, thin boy, getting up from his bed and crossing over the room. He cracked his back, and opened the door, of course, seeing nothing. "Who is it?" He had Eiko's weight and how much sound she made when she stepped on the floorboards memorized, and this definitely wasn't her. Nobody else had visited his room yet, in fact. But the other possibility was...

"Is that you, Alessa?" He guessed. "You doing any better?"

Alessa saw the young teenager. He couldn't have been over the age of 15 at the most. Alessa smiled, and answered. "I'm more focused and calm now, but the pain inside of me is still extremely great Con."

She stepped past him, and inside Con's room. "I actually came to you for a reason Con. You said that you were a part of the world's number one assassination organization, correct?" she asked the boy.

"The Killer 7, the absolute best!" He grinned widely. To Con, it was just something so cool. It wasn't to be treated like a secret trade only talked about in hushed whispers in dark corners. It was something to get excited about. Like he was a part of some amazing super-team, which, to a certain degree, was true. "I mean, sure, Garcian or Harman ain't here, but yeah, I'm part of 'em!" He said, putting his hands behind his head, proud of his high ranking in the criminal underworld he used to be part of.

Alessa smiled and let out a small laugh. The boy's enthusiasm and excitement over being part of a team of professional killers would make him the perfect conduit for her powers. She then said, without hesitation,

"How would you like another job Con? I can't promise that the pay will be great, but considering who you'd be going after you would be quite infamous."

"Eh, it's not like I need to get paid anyway. This place doesn't really make me pay for anything."

Con lit up. He'd get to go on a mission again! Like a real number one fighter! Like in the comics and on TV! Yeah!

"So, yeah! Who you want dead? The guy with the knife?" Another guess.

Alessa nodded her head, "Yes the mansion does provide all the material things we could ever want."

Alessa saw that Con was lighting up at the mention of getting to go on another mission, and this made Alessa all the more pleased. "Hmm, yes, it's the guy that hurt my father. He's the Red God of my world. His true name is Xuchilbara, but most of the residence here just call him Pyramid Head."

Alessa sighed, "I want him to pay for what he did to my father. My father didn't deserve what happened to him. Will you help me Con?"

"'Course! You're a friend, right? So no problem!" And he nodded back, enthusiastic. "Xuchilbara, huh? I think that priest guy mentioned him...but no way he can be as much trouble as Kun Lan, no chance."

"Alright! So, you want him dead now, then?" Pointing his sightless eyes up at Alessa.

Alessa smiled and said "Yes, you can call me that."

"Oh, but I can't deny that this Xuchilbara is a great beast, and will be a formidible warrior. That's why as much as I need your help, you will need my help too."

Alessa stepped closer to the young teenager.

"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Con's usual help on assignment was the rest of the Killer 7. Mask De Smith handled the heavy jobs, Dan Smith was when you needed to just kill everything in sight, Kevin Smith for stealth, and so on, and so forth. Being assisted by the person assigning the job in the first place...kind of new.

He was curious, but never worried. What kind of help did she mean?

Alessa made no hesitation in explaining the situation. "You see Con, you would be dealing with a God. Ordinary humans weapons probably won't do much to destroy this deity, and that's why you need me."

Alessa paused, and continued, "I have the power to go after and make this bastard pay. Unfortunately, I've alway had a hard time focusing my powers. That's why I need you Con. I need somebody to be my conduit."

"Uh? Oh! So it'd be like with Garcian! Okay!" He said, casual as ever, and not bothering to explain himself. Then he just put his hands on his hips and waited for...whatever it was going to be to start.

The boy was used to the strangest of situations, apparently. Another plus.

Alessa had no idea who Garcian was. "I hope you understand that I would be possessing you. You and I will become like one being with separate minds with one focus. Don't worry though, after this mission is over with I'll go back to my rightful body."

"Yeah, got it!" And he even threw her a thumbs up. "Go ahead, I'm ready!"

Alessa admired the enthusiasm of the boy, and smiled. "This might feel a bit strange. You might feel a bit of a warm sensation."

She stepped closer to Con, and then wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Nuzzling her head against his chest she slowly begin to merge with Con, slowly disappearing inside of him.

Hhhh. Tingly. Kind of nice, though. At least it wasn't like his mind was being switched off out of the blue. That always kind of sucked.

It would be something Alessa would have to deal with in there, the loss of one sense, and the incredible amplification of another. Absolute blackness for the eyes, with harmful light blocked out by his ever present bandanna. The creaks of floors could be heard, doors opening and closing from 8 floors up, bits and pieces of conversations, the turning of pages in books.

The sound of a knife being dragged, perhaps.

The other thing to notice was the incredible lightness to Con's body, as if gravity and friction didn't really apply too much to him. Like Icarus and his powerful wax wings.

And in Con's large pockets? Two fully loaded glocks, and a nice chunk of ammo clips to shove into them later.

"She in there okay?" Con thought.

Alessa duely noted that now she was in a vessel that could only see darkness, but could hear all and everything. They could hear all the footsteps, and the majority of the discussions in the mansion.

But now with this vessel she could focus and concentrate more. Separating the noises and the sounds she searched for the source that she would be wanting to draw towards. Her first instinct was her father, but she couldn't go to him. Not just yet anyways.

Actually a small part of her wondered if she would ever receive the comfort from her father again. Perhaps this was a part of the Yellow God's doing. If Harry couldn't be there for Alessa, then of course Alessa would have to turn to Lobsel Vith for the comfort and love she so desperately craved.

Or was this a message that she was supposed to care and love others, but receive none of that love in return? The very idea angered her. She focused her attention until she felt the attraction to the Red God.

"Found him. His blade is still scraping, follow the sound of the blade." she whispered inside of Con's mind.

Con nodded to himself, and promptly rocketed down the hallways, up stairs, and around the mansion. There was hardly any waiting time between hearing Xuchilbara and getting to him.

The closer they got, the more honed in his senses got. His hearing could make out the shape of the blade, the tension in his muscles, and the slight movements of that pyramid.

Con started to slow down once he was quite close, wanting to be quiet as he approached the Red God.

One step, another step, another.

And the blade kept scraping...

"Stop!" Alessa commanded. "We won't attack just yet, just keep following him, and quietly.

Con conformed quickly, keeping his distance. It's not like they could ever lose track of him. He was such a large figure, so easy to hear.

He waited for the Red God to move away, and, as discretely as he could manage, followed.

Alessa smiled. She would get her revenge against the Red Devil.

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