New Whispers Ref Sheet (STORY UPDATED)

New Whispers Ref Sheet (STORY UPDATED) by ZeR0C0nDuCt

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Name: The Whispers
Meaning Of His Name: Origin of his nickname "Whisper": He had created an imaginary friend whilst young, he didn't name his Friend. Which led to this "Imaginary friend" Naming itself, mostly because Jaclyn created him and imagined him to talk in a whisper like tone. Which is where the nickname occurred from,
Real Name: Jaclyn Willows
Nickname: Jackie, Jacky, Wisp, 
Entitlement: The Whispers,
Age: 18
Birthdate: June, 12
Birth Place: BlackPool, England,
Languages Spoken: English,
Voice: He has a rather thick British accent (His accent is so thick others might think he's actually Scottish). low-ish voice,
Height: 5'9
Weight: Somewhere abouts 100's
Status: Singler then a empty bingo sheet (Although... He is crushing on Null)
S.O.T: Straight (Ish)
Family: Mother (Alive), Father (Dead),
Relationships:

Mother: Toxic, they never got along. Always bickering at each other.

Father: He can't remember much, other then the one time his Father took him to go fishing.

Amanda: He was extremely clingy to his Girlfriend, afraid that she'd leave him. Amanda was kind of scared of Jaclyn, he was rather perverse towards her. Would touch her in inappropriate areas- Even in public, he had no censor. He would even go as far as to joke about raping her corpse if she ever died.

Death: He had/Has a horrible addiction to Drugs and Alcohol, which he overdosed resulting in his death-.
Species: Jaclyn (Dead Human), Whispers (More or likely to be a imaginary figure, but in the body of a dead human.)
Role: UNKNOWN

Mental Issues:

ºDissociative Identity Disorder (DID) {Caused by Severe Trauma as a Child, most of it was Emotional Abuse. Also, has something to do with Whispers as well. Whispers purposely had made Jaclyn go through a time in his life- Wherest Jaclyn shared personalities with Whisper,}

ºBorderline Personality Disorder (BPD) {Caused by losing his Father at a Young age, then being abused and neglected by his Mother. His Mother blamed him for his Father's death, reason why he was abused as such. Also caused by Whispers}

ºNarcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) {Caused by his Childhood mostly, this is more or less apart of Whispers. He's quite conceded of himself,}

ºInsomnia {Caused by not being able to fall asleep normally, which he's completely given up on trying to sleep by now.}

Reason for his addictions with Drugs/Alcohol: All the trauma from when he was Younger, he seemingly thought having these addictions would distract him from hardships of reality. Another reason- Being after his Girlfriend broke up with him, he had a breakdown. Threatening to rape and kill her. In which she left him, he started his bad habits all over again. (Didn't matter wtf kind of drug he did, if it was a drug. He'd most likely take advantage of it,)

Personality: A bit conceded and ignorant, narcissistic at times, a rather positive person (Most of the times), he's a hot head (He snaps easily), he's not a very good listener (Towards instructions), It's either his way or none at all, stubborn, bit of an ass, absolutely out of his fucking mind, he's a little cheeky (Flirty/Dirty minded), Doesn't know what 'Personal Space' Is, (Yes, I am fully aware of these being slight traits to a "Rapist" That was my full intention).

Eyes: Blood shot- Red pupils, (Used to be grey), Red under his eyes (Mostly caused by his drug abuse/Alcohol abuse)

Skin: Pale grey/White<

Clothes: Black slightly oversized pull over, Red hood/Red sleeves. Dark grey jeans, left converse is white, gauze wraps around his arms/Hands. (Hiding all the injections of drugs he's done,) The right converse is black. (He's colorblind so, he gets mixed up with his blacks and whites. Or any color in general)

Weapon(s): Anything he can get his hands on, but usually just a crowbar.

Theme Song(s(: youtu.be/Q0CAfoBm17w
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Story: 

The air was filled with dead silence, other than that of the pitter patter of spitting rain drops on the roof of the apartment. The room was quite dark, the only light source coming from semi dimmed lamps- Provided by the apartment owner, the apartment wasn’t too bad. Had a medium sized Kitchen- Good for anyone that loves cooking, along with a not too shabby Bathroom. Most importantly, the medium sized bed.

The room had company from a particular person though, a Teenage Boy- Maybe around 18 Years Young, whom lied on his back- Resting on the soft mattress of the bed, his black shaggy hair- Covered his eyes, although his bright grey eyes had been staring up at the white ceiling above… For some reason or another, he seemed to have gauze wraps. Wrapped around both his arms, maybe he was hiding something?

He had zoned out, the rain drops from above had slowly started putting him to sleep. Until, a loud bang from whom ever lived next door. Had woken him up with a jump, every once and a while- Whoever lived next door, would always seem to make some sort of loud noise. The Boy had no clue on why, nor did he even really care. It was more irritating than anything else to him, considering he just got to the Apartment. After having no where else to go…

Earlier that day, a fairly tall slender Woman. Who might of been around her 40’s, With curly short black hair, and quite a pale complexion. Had started a ruckus with the black haired boy, too the point where she eventually kicked him out.

“You only bring me misery, that’s all you’ve done. Ever since your Father died, I’ve been in pain. Because of you, Jaclyn Willows- You’re the reason why he’s dead! You’re the reason why he overdosed,” Was the last thing he heard his Mother say to him.

Who’s fault is it to blame for a drug addicts overdose? No ones, except the person doing the drugs… His Mother didn’t seem to grasp that statement…

He sat up in bed, his shaggy hair falling into place- Although it had been messy, mostly from tugging on his own hair in aggravation. He ran his pale fingers through his hair, letting a deep sigh go.

He figured, maybe the reason why his Mother even kicked him out in the first place. Was more or likely to be the reasoning behind him dropping out of School, more or less. Following in his Father’s foot steps, the Drug abuse- The alcohol. That was the whole reason why he even had gauze wraps around his arms, from injections. His so called “Quick fixes”, although they came with consequences. He thought it was worth It, even if he was close to death. He didn’t care, “If you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose in the first place.” Was his moto,

Jaclyn’s life was turning upside down, to be fair. It’s always been that way, his Father died when he was around 10 Years young. Hardly even remembering what his Father looked like, or even sounded like for that matter. His Mother always spoke of him “Beating her” Possibly because of the alcohol intake, yet Jaclyn denied his Father of doing such a thing. Guess it was just the stubbornness of himself.

Another loud bang made Jaclyn jump up once again, groaning. Having to deal with his Girlfriend this Morning, then his Mother. Now this asshole living beside him?! Having to start off the day to waking up, with a text from your Partner. Saying they’re leaving you for some other guy, just wasn’t a good way to start the day. She mean't a lot to Jaclyn, considering she was the one that helped him through rehab for his drug addiction. She was there when no one else had been-, this thought would always tear at him slowly from the seams. He had no one now, no one… He was determined to find whoever she was with- And straighten that kid out, that is… Whenever he managed to find him… His hands shaking, as he brushed them over his face. A sad expression slapped across his face, re-thinking all of today.

“What a fuckin’ shit show…” He whispered to himself, a rather thick British accent within his tone. Jaclyn’s mind was racing with thoughts which collided with this strong urge… The urge for the fix, after so long of quitting. He was back to where he started…

His bloodshot grey eyes glanced over towards the bag, which sat on the table across the room. He was starting to give into those urges, seeing it was the only thing he had left. 

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, get your fix, fix, fix, fix, fix, DO IT," A constant series of voices disrupted his thinking, Jaclyn took a deep breathe. At this point in time- He would always give into what the voices told him to do, them being the only source of "Friendship" He could ever really have. He felt himself let go as if he let someone else take control. His eyes slowly shifting over to the bag.

Standing up onto his feet, his feet meet with the soft white carpet beneath him. As Jaclyn proceeded to walk over towards the bag, unwrapping the gauze wraps as he did so. His arms were a variety of purples, blues, Red and yellows. Bruising mostly, and dried up blood. This was the result of drug injections, he scrambled through the clothes. Digging to the bottom, where he spotted at least one syringe. A few pill bottles, along with 2 bags filled with odd substances. He reached for one bag, a white powder filled inside. Along with a syringe, He was getting his urges for a fix again, his hands shaking. As he turned shuffling towards the Kitchen, going through all the drawers. Til he came across one, pulling out a metal spoon. Making his way back towards the bag, pulling out a steel lighter. Setting it down on the table, scooping up some of the powder in the bag onto the spoon. He held the lighter underneath the spoon, lighting it. As a flame ignited, heating the powder up. Not too long after it had faded to a clear brown liquid, setting down the lighter. He grabbed the syringe, and began injecting the liquid into the syringe. Once that had been done, he let the spoon drop to the white carpeted flooring. Holding the syringe in his badly shaking hands, Jaclyn rolled up his left sleeve. His bloodshot eyes scanning across his bruised arm, searching for a vein closer to the wrist area. A small smile settled on his face as he stabbed the needle into the vein, pushing down on the flat end. As it injected the drug into his blood system, it only took a few seconds for the drug to actually kick in. Soon he’d be feeling Euphoria, pulling the syringe down and onto the table. He took a step back, it seemed like every little negative problem in his life. Had just… Disappeared, completely. He felt his heart beat kick down, as it slowed in his chest. Jaclyn felt as of his body had completely slowed, not only himself. But everything around him, he got quite a kick out of this feeling. The sudden slowness is what he craved everyday, his skin felt cold. His pupils were pinned, as he stared off into the nothingness that stood before him. Jaclyn’s pale skin was slowing turning a small tint of blue, his body felt completely limp and numb. Yet he still forced himself a few steps ahead, stumbling recklessly. He felt like he was going to hurl, determined to pull himself into the bathroom. He held onto the wall for guidance, everything around him felt so… Slow, the floor and walls seemed to be moving a little. Which made him stumble a lot more, he got into the Bathroom. Falling ass first onto the tile floor beneath him, he scooted up towards the toilet. Once he put both hands on each side of the toilet, Jaclyn immediately vomited into the toilet bowl. He stared blankly at the color of which his vomit had been, red?… Vomiting up blood wasn’t a very good sign, baring his teeth as he continued. All of his energy and strength seemed to be completely drained from his system, 

“Fuck you’ve really done it now dumb ass” A voice- Not like the others had sounded in his head, the voice being more that of a 'Whisper'. He tried getting up. But considering his whole body went numb and limp, he ended up back onto the floor. Blood ran down his chin, he felt himself trying to speak. But, literally nothing came out of his mouth except slurs of gibberish. A flood of tiredness washed over him, not too long after that being said. His system shut down, his limp body fell back onto the tile. Jaclyn's body shaking violently, it was apparent he was having a seizure now. Foam- Most likely saliva forming out of his mouth, this lasted for only a few minutes. Before he completely blacked out, his body lying still...


Jaclyn’s blood shot eyes flickered open, groaning from the bright light above him. Also the fact he was still in a slight bit of pain, slowly heaving himself to sit up. He could feel the dried up blood on his chin, glancing around. Finding himself on the marble flooring, discovering blood splattered in the toilet- Along with some spots of crimson red on the floor.

“That was a pretty rough night huh?” A voice spoke, similar to the 'Whispered' tone from last night. The voice sounding throughout his mind, he jumped slightly from the sudden greeting of the voice. This thing occurred quite frequently, it was like another him. Like a inner self, whom was created at a young age to keep Jaclyn company. Yet as the years grew, this Friend. Whom was named Whispers, had grown to be a bad influence on Jaclyn. Yet he still kept him around since he was lonely, also considering Whispers was there for him when no one else was. He was the first voice to come around in Jaclyn's mind, he grew a bit attached too this imaginary friend...

“… Heard ya ex, was gonna move in with her new boy toy.” The Whispers stated, a faint chuckle followed after. Jaclyn simply trying to ignore the voice of his Friend, as he continued to pull himself up onto his feet. As he looked up towards the mirror, slightly jumping back.

“I know you want to give that ginger boy what for, it’s quite obvious. No? I’m guilty of wanting to see you bash his face in, not going to lie Jacky. I’ll tell you what, you listen to what I say. Or, I’ll do it for you and you can watch.” A faint ringing in Jaclyn’s ears as Whispers spoke, his eyes stared straight towards his own reflection. That wasn’t him… That was something else, his inner self possibly. Whispers? Whom looked exactly like him, just with white hair. Red puffy bags under his blood shot eyes, it’s red pinned pupiled eyes stared right back at Jaclyn. Gulping, he stood there almost frozen.

"It's done and over with Whispers, I don't even want to be associated with her anymore. Now shut up about it" Jaclyn gritted his teeth, 

"You'll come around Jacky... Revenge is ya nature," The voice stated, Jaclyn groaning in reply. As he held onto the wall, pulling himself out of the Bathroom. Making his way slowly over to the table that had his bag, his stumbling legs made it over to the table. As he reached into the bag, digging around. His hand searched about the black bag, gripping and pulling a bottle out- A orange pill bottle, that contained pills within it. A label written on it saying: "Venlafaxine" These were the pills that Whispers especially hated, they managed to get rid of him along with the voices in Jaclyn's head- Yet, which only lasted for a short amount of time. 

"Jaclyn- Don't," Whispers growled lowly, Jaclyn clenched his teeth as he felt a strong vibration surge through him. Whispers was attempting to switch personalities, Jaclyn declined using every bit of mental strength he could to deny him that access. Jaclyn had already popped open the pill bottle cap, the cap falling to the ground. As he tipped the bottle back into his hand, a few small orange pills slipping into the palm of his hand. About 2 pills rested in his palm, that is till he tilted his head back- Knocking the pills into his mouth, swallowing them. Jaclyn shook his head a little, letting a steady sigh go. He hated but loved taking these pills- Hated it simply because it made him rather dizzy along with blurred vision, loved it simply because it got rid of Whispers- More or less for just a short time though... 



    Walking along the semi drenched side walk, the sky was still spitting rain. It rained quite often in this Town of Blackpool, England. A few cars going past here and there, he would take his car- But. His ex, Amanda. Had taken pretty much all that he had owned- That including his silver car, so he had no other choice to walk by foot. Jaclyn had been heading to his Psychologist's office, just for a recent check in.

His mix matched colored shoes shuffled on into the quiet office, which was decorated with soothing dark colors of blues and blacks. The green from a few plants complimented the two dark colors, the green adding a ease to the whole office. Yet, the colors looked odd to Jaclyn. More or less because he was color blind, the dark shades of blues- became a dark red. The blacks turned to a grey, the greens turned to a blue.

A Woman and her Son sat on the black couch which was placed close by the front desk, those two and Jaclyn. Being the only people within the Office- At the moment, the Woman with dirty blonde long hair and dark brown eyes. Had her gaze glued to the black haired boy, that seemingly had just walked in.

"They're looking at you, looking at you, you, you, why would they want to look at such a stupid- Piece of shit like you! Ugly, worthless- They're planning something! Get out of here- Now! They're planning to kill you, kill you, KILL," A variety of voices swarmed into his mind, making it harder for him to think. The voices trying to convince Jaclyn to get out of the Office, it was like an on going pattern- Whenever Jaclyn would go outside in Public... Jaclyn shook his head briefly, pushing aside the voices. 

"See, Aiden. Don't do drugs or you'll end up looking like that kid," The Woman quietly whispered into her Son's ear, Jaclyn sat down quietly. Right across from them, as the Kid looked up staring at him. Jaclyn perked up after catching on to what she had said, his head jerked to the right a tad bit. His piercing light eyes looking up towards the Woman, his teeth gritted together. 

"She's right- RIGHT, you're pathetic, you'll never amount up to anything, worthless waste of space-" The voices began to attack Jaclyn's insecurities, his fists clenched with anger. He was about to snap-

"Talking shit about someone doesn't get ya anywhere in life Miss, perhaps that might be why yer sitting here. In this particular office, with your fuckin' hand up yer ass!" Jaclyn spat out in bared teeth, he had enough of people giving him that look- That look of hatred, yet not even getting to know him. They still judged, it pissed him off. Beyond comprehension. The lady jumped in her seat slightly- At the sudden raised tone of Jaclyn, now her expression changed to a guilty one. Immediately avoiding any type of eye contact with him, right before he was about to go off on the kid- He was interrupted,

"Jaclyn- Willows? Dr. Ron is wanting to see you now," Another Woman, most likely the one that sits at the desk. Had walked in, stepping aside from a sliding door. Jaclyn let a shaky sigh go under his breathe, as he stood up making his way into the room- Where'st the Psychologist most likely would be, looking around. The room was decorated with more darker colors, such as dark browns. Blacks and greens from which were plants, Jaclyn proceeded to sit down on one of the black leathered seats. The Doctor, was seated across from him. 

"Hello, it's been a while Jaclyn. So, tell me. What's been going on lately?" The Doctor went on, 

"... It's.. Been hectic, a few weeks ago I had dropped out of High School. Too much stress for me, ya know?.. Then I woke up to finding my Girlfriend had taken leave, taking pretty much half of my shit along with her's. She supposively moved in with some other guy, to top it all off. My Mother had kicked me out, so I'm living alone in a apartment." Jaclyn slouched over slightly in the seat, his hands buried in his face. 

"That's a lot too take in, all at once... How's the medication working for you? The one I told you too take for your Split Personality," Dr. Ron leaned forward,

"They're working fine..." Jaclyn had only lied a little bit, they did work. It's just, he didn't want to have his dosage highered from what it already was...



    The clock striked 9:00 PM, as Jaclyn was returning back to the Apartment. The sky was already pretty dark, a few small dots of white splattered across the sky. The air was damp and cold, cold enough to see your own breathe in the air. 

Jaclyn stuck his hands into his jean pockets, hunching over just a tad. At a time like this, barely any cars passed by. His medication was already wearing off by now, which left him with dizzy and tired side effects. Stumbling around every now and then, his eyes would slowly began to close till he forced them open. Trying to stay awake, blacking out in the middle of the side walk wasn't the best of ideas. 

A few loud foot steps sounded behind him, This made Jaclyn's blood shot eyes shoot open, no one really ever dared to walk around outside alone. Especially at the time of night, most likely because of the Chavs that lived around these parts. He started walking faster, tensing up. The foot steps grew louder and closer from behind, that is till he could feel breathing down his neck. That's when he jumped up, right about ready to bolt for it- But before he could even get the chance, he was ripped back by his hood. The grip was rather strong too, Jaclyn panicked. As he was forcefully turned around, meeting face to face with the Man. Whom was dressed rather slobbily, 

"Run! Run!" The voices repeated, ongoing- They never stopped, instead they got louder. 

"Give me all ya got kid" The Man spoke in a deep tone, in his hand he held a knife in his grip. Jaclyn backed up, as the Man proceeded to back him up- So that he'd be off the side walk, onto the road. He pulled his hands up almost as in defense,

"I- I- Don't have anything to give!" Jaclyn stuttered out, the Man with the Knife gave a glare. Grabbing him by the collar of his pale red Pullover, pulling him closer. He held the shiny blade of the Knife against his neck, as the Man began to search around in his pockets. Eventually pulling out a orange pill bottle-The last of his medication, along with a wallet- Which didn't have very much money in it, the Man proceeded to stuff both things in his pocket. 

"Hey! Y-ya can take the wallet but give me back the fuckin' pills!" He growled, he needed those pills. At least to keep Whispers and the others silent for a while, the Man chuckled rolling his eyes. Head lights brightened up the dark road, Jaclyn's attention snapped towards the car. Within a blink of an eye, he was forcefully pushed out into the middle of the road. Staring at the on coming headlights.

"BANG!" A loud slam sounded, as Jaclyn was hit- Tossed over top of the silver colored car, his body tumbled behind the car. Onto the hard pavement, the squealing of the tires echoed through the street. Rubber burning from the tire against the pavement, as the Driver was trying to swerve their way passed Jaclyn- Which ended up in a disaster either way, the window of the Drivers seat was shattered quiet badly. The Driver lost control of the wheel, swerving into the steel railing of the road. Smoke steamed from the front trunk of the car, the Driver- Not seemingly moving at all.

"Die, die, die, die, DIE, BLEED OUT, BleEd, ouT-" The voices seemingly got even more aggressive.

Jaclyn winced in horrendous pain, blood trickling down from his head- Making a trail of crimson blood which slid down his forehead, his vision began to blacken at the corners. His heart dropped a few beats- Slowing down, almost everything around him seemed to be in slow motion. A faint ringing in his ears, the sound of the rubber burning and squealing against the pavement- Sounded in his mind. Although his body went numb from the sudden pain that surged through him, he was pretty sure he had maybe broken something in the process- Of being flung back and hitting the pavement like that. Although he couldn't tell-... Forcing himself up onto his shaking legs, it failed a few times. But he managed to get back up onto his feet, stumbling on over towards the car that hit him. Blood running down his chin from his mouth, his blood covered hand held onto the back of the car. As he helped himself over to the Drivers side, looking into the window. His eyes gone wide, he expected to see someone he's never seen before. But- Rather in reality it was Amanda, 

"You killed her! It's you're fault! FAulT, all yours, you just killed someone... Killed, you murderer!" They began to go yell inside Jaclyn's mind.

Amanda. His ex, sat in the Drivers seat. Knocked unconscious- Maybe.. Even dead, her long brown messy hair- Which covered half her blood covered face, it looks as if the air bag was one of the causes of this. It looked as if, the air bag had crushed her ribs inwards. Jaclyn gagging at everything he was witnessing-. He could feel a slight satisfaction to seeing this though, the way her body lied motionless in the car seat, the way her skin was turning purple and blue. The amount of horrible ideas that circulated in his mind, her seat belt looked to be locked in place- Which might of suffocated her, Jaclyn tugged at the door handle. Trying to get inside the car-, it wouldn't budge. Stumbling back, his legs giving out underneath him. As he hit the pavement, was it his fault for her death? Although she left him, he couldn't get over her. She was the only person that helped him- When he needed it most... These were his last thoughts before completely blacking out...



    Jaclyn woke up to a bright light blinding him when first opening his eyes, groaning. Trying to pull his arm up to cover his eyes, yet in return. Yelled out in pain when even attempting too. A Nurse rushing on in at the yelling, trying to calm him back down. Once his vision adjusted to the light, he noticed he was in a hospital. A Nurse towering over top of him, a worried expression on her tan complexion. 

"You won't be here for long... Don't worry, I'll give you some pain killers- And you can leave if you wish, you had fractured you're ankle in the incident… Which is no need to worry about love, I imagine you're still in severe pain. So I'll be back with some painkillers," The Lady had pointed to the side of the bed- There leaned crutches against the wall. Nodding towards the Nurse, she turned walking out of the room. 

Jaclyn watched as she left the room, biting his lip a tad. Admiring how attractive the lady was, his dirty thoughts being broken by the voices-.

"She's going to poison you! Kill you! Jump out the window, NOW, do it, do it, do it, do it, NO- DOn't do it, don't, don't. DO IT-" Jaclyn grabbed the sides of his head, growling lowly. They were starting to irritate him even more then before.

The Nurse coming back quite quickly, with a pill in her hand. Picking up the water on the table next to his bed, she handed him both the pill and the water. Jaclyn slowly sat himself up, groaning in pain as he did so. Tilted his head back, knocking the pill into his mouth- Pouring water in. To wash the pill down, the Nurse had went towards a small closet- Pulling it open. She pulled out a red pullover- Along with black jeans, as she headed back over to Jaclyn. Setting the clothes down on the edge of his bed, she gave a warm smile. Before heading on out of the room. Jaclyn groaned, pulling his legs out from under the white sheets. His legs dangling over the side of the bed, a cast wrapped around his right ankle. His light eyes stared at it for a few seconds, before his focus was interrupted by a sudden knock which came from the door. He blinked- Looking up to see a Boy around his age, short ginger hair and green eyes. He started back at Jaclyn- A small smile on his face. A sudden wave of anger hit him, his teeth grinding against each other. 

"Ya were Amanda's new Boyfriend.. Dylan? If I might not mistaken ya?…." Jaclyn raised a eyebrow, biting the insides of his cheeks. This anger was slowly getting worse, like a tidal wave that was about to come crashing down. 

"Yea- Was, thought I might just pop in. See how the old chap is doin'- I can give ya a ride to my place. If ya want," Dylan leaned against the metal door frame- Hands shoved into his pockets. Jaclyn was taken back by this, narrowing his eyes. The one thing about this kid- That seemingly set him off, was his posture, his facial expression. No sight of sadness on Dylan's pale freckled face, Jaclyn didn't quite understand that. How could you be so calm when you're partner just died?! 

"Jacky boy- Woo Hoo?" Dylan waved, snapping his fingers towards the black haired boy. Jaclyn shook his head, looking back up to Dylan. 

"Yeah, sorry. Ehm, I wouldn't mind if ya could do that for me…" Jaclyn felt a small smirk trying to crawl it's way onto his lips, holding it back. 

"Just gi'me a second to get ready and we can go" Jaclyn pushed himself up onto his feet, wincing when his right foot made contact with the tile- The weight pushing down on that foot. Taking a deep breath he continued- Picking up his clothes and limping on over to the Bathroom... 

He felt different, not his usual self. More or so- The feeling he'd get when switching Personalities with Whispers, that feeling of being pushed down. Feeling of being small and powerless over your own body, this worried him slightly. Maybe it was just the fact he hadn't had his pills, yeah… Maybe that was why…

Jaclyn sat in the Passengers seat of Dylan's car, staring out of the front window. Until he jolted up right, feeling a pull on the right side of his arm. Dylan, 

"Mate, ya out of ya fuckin' mind. You really need'a stop zonin out," Dylan rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. As he started pulling Jaclyn out of the car, holding him up- Trying to support him onto his feet, Jaclyn growled under his breath. 

"I don't need any fuckin' help!" He snapped, pushing Dylan away a little. Jaclyn huffed an obvious irritated look across his face, as he held onto the car- Pulling himself towards the front door. Dylan shook his head walking past Jaclyn, as he held the door open for him awaiting. Jaclyn reached the few stair steps- Pulling himself up onto the platform, he groaned as he limped past Dylan- Going on into his house. Once Dylan closed the door behind Jaclyn, it felt like his heart dropped for a moment. It felt like someone knocked him in the throat, his eyes shoot open as he coughed- Holding onto his throat. Dylan ran over,

"You alright?!" Dylan raised a brow, obviously confused on what happened. Or what made Jaclyn start coughing- Yet to no avail Jaclyn pushed Dylan away from him, apparently the smell that filled his nostrils hit him hard when walking into the house. 

"Fuck off! Don't touch me, I know that smell! Ya piece of shit ya've been doin drugs too?! Let me guess-" Jaclyn wheezed a slight bit, pushing Dylan away from himself. He was interrupted,

"I'm not surprised you knew the smell. Amanda told me you were heavy into drugs, you know when she was still alive- Hah- Get over her, she's dead buddy! Or what? Don't tell me you'd fuck her corpse?" He teased, a large smirk across his face. As Dylan shuffled on over to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge as he pulled out two bottles. Alcohol, two beers. The slight laugh that resumed from Dylan's mouth- That corresponded with Amanda's name, Jaclyn's anger washed over him again- Maybe even harder this time. His fists clenched as they shook, Dylan was holding one of the beers towards Jaclyn- Waiting from him to take it.

"Kill him, we dare you, you probably don't even have the guts for it! PathetIC! DO IT" What Dylan had said- obliviously triggered the voices to start up, Jaclyn gritted his teeth, he slowly began to slip away from being in control now. Anger, jealousy and sadness taking control.

"It's funny… REALLY It.IS. That ya have the audacity to laugh.. About ya dead girlfriend!" Jaclyn snapped, grabbing the beer from Dylan's hand. He was shaking immensely, the red head backed up just a tad. 

"Man it's just a joke! Chill!" 

"A joke?? A JOKE?! YA THINK LAUGHIN OVER A PRECIOUS WOMAN THAT JUST DIED. IS. A. JOKE?!" His left eye began to twitch, now Whispers side was showing. His pupils dilated as if Jaclyn had just taken Heroin, his eyes growing more blood shot. Dylan was now cornered into the Kitchen, Jaclyn began approaching. Raising the glass beer bottle up, as Dylan flinched waiting to be hit. Instead Jaclyn smashed the side of the glass bottle against the corner of the wall, glass shattering everywhere- As the beer created a small puddle on the wood floor, the other half of the bottle which Jaclyn held. Had rather sharp ends to the shattered off glass, 

"She was precious to you?? Yeah right! Then why did you keep doin' drugs when she didn't want you doin' em?! You didn't give a flying FUCK about her! Not to mention you were fucking perverse towards her you sicko!" Dylan snapped back in anger, this made something in Jaclyn snap. Something switched, this was Whispers now. Pulling his right foot across the floor- As he approached closer to the Dylan who was cornered, Dylan was panicking- Turning to look behind him at the counter that he was backed into. There sat a few knives- His immediate reaction was snatching them up from the counter. Holding the handle tightly, as Dylan pointed the tip of the blade towards Whispers. 

"Ya really think that's gon'a stop me? Oh please~" A wide grin slapped across Whispers pale face, Dylan's eyes widened. As Whispers took hold of the handle of the knife with his right hand- In his left held the shattered beer bottle as he raised it up to his side.

"Whispers stop! Ya can't kill someone!!!" Jaclyns own voice sounded through his head, Whispers only ignored him. This was his body now.

"You're fuckin' mad!" Dylan cried out, his hands trembling- As he tried to get a better grasp of the handle, Jaclyn- Or what was now Whispers. Was turning the knife around.

"Oh I damn near fuckin' know I am… And I LOVE IT" He chuckled loudly- As his left hand jolted, a loud cry slithered out of Dylan's mouth. As his eyes trailed down to his chest… The part of the shattered beer bottle pierced into his chest, blood trickled out of the wound. Dylan's legs shaking, Whispers pushed the bottle further into Dylan's chest. Blood splattered out of his mouth, his hands letting go of the knife as Whispers pried it away from him. 

"The clocks countin' down mate, I'm gettin impatient because YA AIN'T DEAD YET." He laughed hysterically, as he grabbed Dylan by the neck. Throwing him against the steel fridge. Dylan gasped for breath as he struggled, Whispers leaned closer- Dylan could feel the cold breath against his neck. Whispers could feel the heart beat of Dylan skipping beats- Beating fast. Whispers sneered…

A loud scream filled the house- Till it was cut short by the cold hand of Whispers, Whispers had sunk his teeth into the neck of Dylan. Dylan was struggling even more then before, he was petrified. The sheer sound of Whispers biting down even harder, the crunching. The tearing of the flesh and muscle, blood squirting out... Dylan finally got a hold of Whispers collar, gripping it with all the strength he had left. As he threw him off- Which was a big mistake, Dylan immediately screamed in utter pain. As he held his neck. When he ripped Whispers off him- He had torn a chunk of flesh off with. 

"Yeah don't taste to bad kiddo, maybe if I add a little bit of spices eh?" He wheezed into a laughter, the chunk of flesh devoured by now. Dylan's pale face turned white, as he stumbled around. Trying to get himself away from the Man, Dylan's vision was blurry, his legs felt like they'd give out any second now. Whispers followed behind slowly, watching as his target stumbled around helplessly.

This wasn't Jaclyn Willows any more. This was a demonic alter that got control of the host body, worst of yet. Jaclyn was trapped in his own body, no power to do anything. He had to watch this, all of it...

Dylan's crimson covered hand reached for the golden door knob of the front door…

"Where ya think yer goin'?" Whispers hissed out in a wide grin, as he ripped the poor boy back by his shirt. Dylan cried out hopelessly- Tears rolling down his cheeks, as Dylan was dragged across the floor- Whispers was heading towards the garage. Dylan was squirming and kicking, trying to get away. As he knocked Whispers hand off him, he started crawling away. Whispers groaned in irritation, tsking- As he turned around, grabbing Dylan's ankles as he held them tightly. Whispers began to drag him across the wooden floor, Dylan's screams and cries for help got even louder. As his nails dug into the wood floor- Leaving markings all the way to the garage door, where'st Whispers continued to drag Dylan on into the garage. Pulling him across the cement floor, as he shut the door. Dropping the knife to the ground. The singular light above flickering on, as Dylan was trying to pull himself up onto his feet. Something knocked into his knees, a metal crowbar. Dylan fell down to the hard cement ground again with a thud, Whispers towered over the brutally beaten kid. A crowbar over his shoulder, once Dylan looked up to Whispers. Once they made eye contact for the first second, everything went silent...

"Nighty night~" Was the last thing Dylan would hear, before swinging the metal crowbar over and over again- The back of his head wasn't even recognizable, a pink textured color was exposed from Dylan's horribly disfigured head, his brain. The loud and gruesome crunching of bones echoed through the garage. The one impact of the hook- Had sunk into Dylan's left eye socket- He teared and forcefully pushed the crowbar further in. Tearing and cracking the bones apart, til a loud pop sounded. Dylan's green glazed over eye popped out of it's socket, it hung there by the optic nerve. Breathing heavily as he let the crowbar fall to the ground, 

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU MONSTER! YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE!" Jaclyn's voice screamed out inside Whispers mind.

"Well, technically you did. But, now that this is my Body… You don't have to worry" Whispers commented out loud between short breathes, as his eyes scanned over the garage his attention came across a small red tool box. Intrigued he followed over to it opening the latch on the front as he pulled the lid open, revealing tons of tools inside along with a medium sized saw. He made his way back to the lifeless body, dropping down onto his knees beside the disfigured corpse.

"Ya know Jacky, I'm gettin' the munchies…" The same wide grin twisted across Whispers face, as he began to pick up Dylan's limp left arm. Raising it up, as he slashed the flesh with the sharp blade of the saw. A big gash opened up, as he kept slashing the blade against the skin a few more times. Before pulling the arm down to the ground- Positioning the blade to the forearm, moving the saw back and forth. Pushing down, as the sound of crunching and tearing of muscle, bone and flesh filled the room. Jaclyn had to watch every single moment of this, as the saw finished it's job cutting through the arm. Blood squirting out, as Whispers held the side of the arm to his mouth. Biting down and tearing apart the fragile skin and flesh, he could feel the flesh against his teeth. Oddly enjoying this sensational taste, right when he went to tear more off- Police officers with their guns raised busted on into the house.

"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS RAISED!" A loud voice ringed through the house.

Jaclyn switched back into host alter, jolting up right onto his feet, of course Whispers was going to leave him do the hard part of getting away. He dropped the victims arm to the ground. As he wasted no time to force himself to move as quick as possible, dragging his right foot along the cement. He grabbed a hold of the door knob that lead outside into the backyard, swinging it open he pushed himself to move faster. He put his blood stained hands on top of the small wooden fence, pulling himself up and over the fence. As he dropped down, hissing slightly when his right foot met with the ground. The Police were still inside the house, this gave him an advantage to get the fuck out of where he was. Crouching down slightly he kept on moving- A narrow alleyway not too far up ahead. That's where he had been heading, he wouldn't have to worry too much about anyone seeing him- Considering it was pitch black outside. Since Jaclyn's apartment wasn't too far from here, it would be even easier to get there. He stopped realizing his shoe was most likely covered in blood, he immediately kicked off his shoe. Not even hesitating to leave it there, he didn't want to leave any sign of where he was heading...

Pulling himself up onto the metal railing, as he walked up the steel staircase- Which lead to the back door of the apartment, getting up to the platform. He swung open the door, dragging himself down the hallway to the door that was 4 doors down- From the door he had just came from, he didn't have to worry about a key. Since he always kept his door unlocked, quickly pulling himself inside- Slamming the door shut and locking it, once his back hit the door behind him. A wave of emotions hit him, tears streamed down his blood stained cheeks. Anger building up inside of him.

Everything he had, everything he held dear to him... It was gone, all of it. Almost like in a blink of an eye, his life twisted to a bad path. A path of a cannibalistic serial killer, he refused to live a label like that. He still couldn't get over the fact he just murdered and ate someone in cold blood, the thought and the feeling of the flesh in his mouth made an immediate reaction- As he hurled onto the wooden floor, a small puddle of vomit resuming from in front of his feet. As he stumbled around the puddle, grabbing a hold of the walls around him. As he made his way to the black bag that sat on the table,

"… I'm not going to live like this… I should of done this a while ago…" Jaclyn wheezed through short raspy breathes, as he rummaged through the bag. Pulling out the same syringe he always used, he was starting to violently cry. Holding the syringe in his shaking hands, the recent heroine filled into the syringe still- Unused, untouched. Till now,

"What if I told ye- It twas ya fault, for ya girlfriend's death? Heh- I'm just helping ya get rid of ya guilt mate, but that ain't the way out. I'll help you like I always have Jacky…" The echo of the voice filled his head,

"NO YOU WON'T HELP ME! LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING DID!" He screamed back, not even hesitating before stabbing the needle into the side of his neck. Pushing the flat end down, the substance surging through Jaclyns blood quickly. 

"That was the stupidest thing ya could ever do lad." 

Ripping out the needle as Jaclyn let it hit the floor, he could feel his heart beat drop almost immediately. His legs giving out underneath him, as he hit the floor. His extremely blood shot eyes wide open, staring off into the distance. As they glazed over, his eyes completely dead. As he lay there motionless…

"Like I said… Stupidest thing ya could ever do…"