Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1B

Latest incest story: Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1B

by White Walls

One drunk night in April, you forgot to take your pills, Jake. Trish laughed, You were blacked-out, but I wasn’t. The shock therapy kept me in my cage, as it does now, but I was able to see through your eyes for the first time in years. And what did I see, Jake? Connections. Billions and billions of streaming connections burning from the tendrils of your irises. That’s when I knew I was special.

That’s when I knew I was a telepath, a witch, like your sister. I don’t know what caused it, or how I could have this power and you couldn’t, but I seized the opportunity (something you never seem to do, you useless coward), and sent out a message to Ally. Ally was shocked when she heard my voice in her head, but that shock soon turned to euphoria. You see, Jake, Ally loved us both equally, and when you put me away, she lost half the person that she loved. And when she lost her powers to save you, she resented you for it.

I stole a glance at my sister and wondered if Trish was broadcasting this to her. God, I hoped not. I didn’t recall any of the fantasies, but I knew Trish wasn’t lying. You can’t lie to someone who shares your mind, and Trish was beginning to seep back into mine. My pills were sitting idly on my dresser right now, and my shock therapy session was due tomorrow. It was only a matter of time before Trish finally got out.

So, Ally and I made a little deal that night, Trish continued, I told her I’d figure out a way to take off her regulators, and she’d shave off a few milligrams from your pills. This gave me a one-hour window where I could talk to her while you were asleep. She was so glad to have me back, Jake. She apologized for taking your side all the times I tried to express myself. She said it was wrong that you should lay claim to a body we shared equally. She agreed to help me come back, if I helped her find a place we could be safe.

But how did you do all this? I asked as I merged onto the interstate, How did you find out about taking off regulators, and where the fuck are we going?

I’m a bit more resourceful than you are, Jake. Trish laughed cruelly, You can find any number of things on the dark web. As for where we’re going…don’t worry about it just yet. All you need to know, is that we’ll be safe. Take exit 171 for Ann Arbor, and then a left on South Street. Pull into the public storage lot, and then put it in park.

I did as Trish asked. The sounds of sirens still blared, and the metallic patter of a chopper cut through the Michigan air, but these sounds were distant and fading in the direction of our house. Trish had guided us to safety, but I was afraid to what end. This was the woman who deemed my genitals too useless to keep when she was sane. Now, she was infected with the waste of my subconscious, and more dangerous and unhinged than ever.

Don’t worry about that pathetic thing you call a cock, Trish said, I’ve decided to keep it.

Despite everything else, a sense of relief washed over me. I was certain that Trish’s first order of business was to remove the symbol of my masculinity…of our masculinity.

Ok, Trish, I said as I put the car in park at the storage lot, You’re the one in charge, what now?

Ally’s going to show you where to go from here, Trish said, and you better fucking do as she says.

If it means anything to you, Trish, I replied, I’m sorry for what I did to you.

To us, Jake. Trish replied coldly, it wasn’t just me you hurt. You’re an introverted pussy who’s too afraid to take what he wants. All the daring and excitement left your life the moment you shut me out. But that’s all going to change now. Like Ally said: you’ll thank us when we’re done.

Trish’s voice faded into the dark recesses of my mind as Ally’s voice grew louder in my ear.

“Jake, get out of the car and follow me. I don’t have to keep this gun on you, do I?”

“No,” I said to Ally as I got out of the car, Trish’s stinging words still etching their way into my soul, “no, Ally, I’m in this shit with you now.”

“Good,” Ally smiled for the first time, “I didn’t mean to shoot you; it was just reflexes. I don’t think I could do it again, no matter what Trish says.”

“You still pulled a gun on me and shot me,” I replied, shaking my head, “you forced me into a car and made me a fucking fugitive. If you think for one moment I can forgive this-”

“I saved your life!” Ally yelled angrily, “I sacrificed so much of who I was for you, because you matter that much to me. Can you sacrifice anything for me, Jake?!”

I stared at her rage-contorted face with a level expression. Her upper lip trembled in a half-snarl, setting her flushed cheek into a protruding oval baring a cute dimple. God, she looked hot when she was mad. Oh fuck, that wasn’t a subconscious thought. Oh shit…

“Ally,” I asked nervously, my level expression falling in shame, “did you hear any of that little conversation between Trish and I?”

“Every bit,” Ally smiled coyly, “but I already knew about all that other shit. Trish told me about your…darker thoughts a while ago.”

My face flushed red and beads of stinging sweat formed at my scalp.

“Ally, I don’t remember having those thoughts, it was just my stupid brain making connections with stimuli and relationships and…”

“We don’t have time to worry about it,” Ally said as she took my hand, “if someone dissected my thoughts, I’m sure there’d be all kinds of weird shit in there. The brain makes connections we can’t control. C’mon, let’s get to the wardrobe.”

“The wardrobe?” I asked as Ally led me across the storage parking lot.

“Trish made contact with a transporter on the dark web,” Ally explained as we neared the orange door to a storage unit, “She’s apparently a C.S. Lewis fan, and put a portal inside a wardrobe. She left it here for us so that we could beat the heat.”

“And it goes…where?” I asked nervously as Ally punched in the locker code.

“Vegas, Baby.” Ally smiled back.

The metal garage door creaked up and stopped in a clang of rusted metal. Ally and I ducked beneath the door before she clanged it shut behind us. I pawed for the light switch and flipped it when my blind hand found it. Fluorescent lights crudely illuminated the room in a white glow. Behind boxes of junk and old car parts, stood a wooden wardrobe that looked ancient and out of place. The dark oak monolith loomed over everything else, its doors beckoning and warning simultaneously.

“Alright,” Ally said, her fingers linking with mine in a shaking grasp, “let’s do this.”

“Are you scared?” I asked her.

“Terrified,” she smiled, “but terror is better than boredom.”

“You really have been talking to Trish,” I grumbled as we stepped toward the wardrobe, “she’s a corrupting influence.”

“Yeah, she is.” Ally agreed with a chuckle, “But she’s so much fun.”

We opened the door to the wardrobe and stepped in, hand in hand. The door closed behind us without our doing, and I caught the last glimpse of Michigan I’d see for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER TWO: CIRCUS CIRCUS

The wardrobe opened to a well-lit hallway. Deep red paint covered high walls, with a faux-marble trimming decorating the bottom. A sign with a clown hovering over a large tent read: ‘Slots-o-Fun at Circus Circus Hotel and Casino.”

“Jesus,” I said as I examined the inside of the corridor, “whoever your meeting could have at least set us up in Caesar’s Palace.”

“I never said we were meeting anyone.” Ally replied.

“Don’t…”

“…bullshit a bullshitter, I know, Jake.” Ally laughed, “We’re going to a convention here, but we’ll be meeting only a select few.”

“This cryptic bullshit is wearing me thin, Ally.” I said, “Just tell me why the fuck we’re here, and what Trish has to do with it all.”

“Let’s wait until we get to our hotel room,” Ally said as she rummaged through her purse and pulled out a keycard, “where prying ears can’t hear us.”

“If the feds were on to you,” I said as I pushed the ‘up’ button on the elevator, “they’d have the room bugged.”

“I’m not worried about the feds anymore.” Ally said in a half-whisper. Her grave expression worried me, but I kept my mouth shut. The elevator door dinged, and we stepped inside.

Ally pressed the twenty-fourth floor on the west tower elevator, and pushed the ‘shut’ button as a flustered Chinese man tried to race to the closing doors.

“That wasn’t very nice.” I frowned down at her.

“I don’t want to be in a confined place with strangers,” Ally said, “Jake, the people I’m afraid of…they’re everywhere.”

“You have some filling in to do,” I said to her, “I’m being left in the dark, and Trish has receded to her cage for now. I need some information, Ally, or I’m taking a Greyhound, and you can shoot me in the back as I leave.”

“Hotel room,” Ally reaffirmed, “hotel room, and I tell you everything.”

I looked at a sign that advertised the events at this once-great Vegas hotel. “August 30th 2017: Witches Convention, all magic beings of all classes mingle and seminar about the future of our kind.” That explained the convention at least, but who were we meeting, and why? The elevator door opened with a ding, and we stepped onto the twenty-fourth floor of the west tower.

“She couldn’t afford a two-bed room,” Ally said as we walked passed the vending machines and turned to the corridor, “so we’ll be in the same bed.”

“Does that bother you?” I asked, obviously thinking about the fantasies of my subconscious.

“No,” Ally said, “we used to sleep in the same bed when we were kids, I don’t see how it could be different now.”

She slipped the card into the slot of our room and opened the door. It occurred to me as she closed it, that we didn’t have any traveling supplies with us. Fortunately, someone had stocked the room with bags of clothes.

“We’ll be staying here for the duration of the convention,” Ally said as she pawed through the clothes left for us, “and we’ll be doing it under assumed names. I’m Becky Larson, and you’re Brian Larson.”

“We’re in the hotel room, Becky,” I said with an impatient twirl of my fingers, “explain what this is all about.”

“I was hoping Trish would tell you,” Ally (now Becky) frowned, “but it seemed all she did was rant at you for a while.”

“She had a lot to get off her chest,” I sighed, “and I suppose I deserved some of it. Get to the point.”

“We’re both witches, you and I,” Ally said, “well, at least the female half of you is. But we’re not normal witches. There are three classes-”

“And you and Trish are Class Three,” I said, finishing her thought, “which means people want you; I’ve seen this movie before.”

“Actually, Jake,” Ally said, looking up at me gravely, “it’s you they want.”

“Because…?” I asked, feeling my nerves stand on edge.

“You’re a male witch,” Ally replied, “the first ever wizard.”

“Trish is the witch,” I replied, “I’m nothing special.”

“You have a dick and balls, and the sperm that carries magic DNA,” Ally said, “and that makes you worth billions. Trish is female, but she’s stuck in a man’s body. For all intents and purposes, she’s a male witch, and so are you.”

The pieces started to fall into place as my mind made the connections.

“All of this,” I said, gesturing to the hotel room, but meaning the entire situation, “our escape from home, our transportation to Vegas, the assumed names and the cheap hotel room, all of this wasn’t to get your regulators off, was it?”

“No,” Ally said, “I wanted them off like nothing else, but I had excepted my situation in Michigan. Once Trish spoke in my mind for the first time, everything changed. No government protection, no military, could save you if word got out that there was a wizard. We needed to get you underground.”

“Couldn’t we have just…not told anyone?” I asked, “Wouldn’t that’ve been easier?”

“Until you took a drug test, or a blood test, or someone swabbed your cheek,” Ally said, “and then everyone would know, and you’d be fucked.”

“Literally,” I smiled, “they’d have an assembly line of witches just waiting for me to breed. Shit, Ally, I could have just contracted myself out and become the richest gigolo in the world!”

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Parent Post: Two Halves of a Whole – by White Walls

• Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1B
• Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1C