Jason sprinted out the bustling school as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. He couldn't fathom what his theory meant. For months, he had been certain that Alina could not, and would not ever be the Night Dragon. Of course it could've just been a coincidence. But why had Alina been on that rooftop that Night Dragon just happened to pass by everyday. How did she really know everything about him?
There was a lingering feeling in the back of his head, clouding his thoughts. The pressure had always been there, for at least a year, that he was not himself. Jason always felt uncomfortable in his own body, as if he wasn't the real host of himself. He knew that was inconceivable, but still, something was not right. When the Night Dragon showed up, he felt fine again, momentarily, but then he realized he wasn't her parter or best friend.
Jason ran down an alleyway towards the vigilante's base, thirsting to know what he thought was the truth. A mugger tried approaching him, but with a dismissive punch in the face, the criminal fell back. He felt the black mask in his back pocket grow heavy. His head pounded again, as if something or someone was trying the take over. Placing his hand on the building wall, a camouflaged door opened silently. As soon as he took a step into the darkness, the door slammed shut behind him.
"Night?" He called out, the base was never dark like this. She would probably get mad for him shortening her name, she punched him the last time he called her 'Night'.
"Voice recognition," Jason whispered.
"Recognized." The monotone computer voice responded, "command?"
"Lights."
"Confirmed."
The dim lights flickered on, illuminating the metal base. He knew Night Dragon had arrived before him, as her costume was taken off the mannequin. Pounding his fist against the titanium wall in frustration, he was stunned to see a dent in the structure. No one is strong enough to dent titanium, right?
Maybe he was in a dream, that would explain a lot. If he was in a dream, however, he wouldn't be able to read. It is impossible to read in dreams, reading is controlled by the opposite side of the brain than dreaming. Flexing his fingers, Jason approached the computer on the wall. Instinct kicked in, and he pressed his thump onto the touch pad. The monitor flashed with blue light, then turned green.
"Recognized, Jason Parker."
"Um," Jason grit his teeth, "code name?"
"Classified," the computer replied, "password?"
"Cancel."
With a beep the counsel shut down, the screen going black. Jason sighed in frustration, lowering down against the wall. He pulled his knees closer to him, hanging his head between his thighs. Everything felt wrong, his skin crawled and head ached with deja vu. This base felt familiar, yet his mind told him not. Night Dragon felt like a friend to him, yet again his mind told him not. He knew Brian was his friend, but that was the only thing that felt real.
"Taking a stroll through vigilante town?" Night Dragon said in front of him.
"You," Jason said, his mind blanking out.
He lost control of his actions, jumping forwards at the vigilante. His mind screamed to stop, but his body reacted differently. She widened her eyes with disbelief, but easily brought him to the ground. He tried to say something, but his physical form didn't react to anything he tried to do.
"Jason!" She shouted, pinning him against the ground, "what has gotten into you?!"
"How do you know my name?" He asked, not controlling his words.
"What are you talking about?" Night Dragon twisted his arms tighter.
This isn't me. This isn't me. Who is controlling me? This isn't me.
"I never told you my name."
"Well I guess that's true," she narrowed her eyes, "I did steal it from your backpack."
"Backpack? What? Night, what do you mean?"
"Oh, what did I tell you about calling me Night," she sighed.
"You chose that name."
"I never told you that's my name," she hissed, "and it's not. Why did you attack me?"
"I didn't recognize your voice."
I recognized her voice, who is this? Who is controlling my body?
"What have you done with Jason?" Night Dragon picked him up and slammed him against the metal wall.
"Okay," he grit his teeth, "you're definitely Night. Who else interrogates people like that? I should know, you were always so bad at listening though."
"Only one person knew this information and he's dead."
"Did you really think I died?" He chucked, "you have no faith in me."
"Stop lying!" she shouted, her voice cracking, "you're not him! You look different, sound different-"
"Could say the same about you, Night."
"Will you stop, calling me Night!"
"Stop changing your voice," he instructed, "seriously."
"I'm not."
"Oh come on," he rolled his eyes, "I taught you how to manipulate your vocal patterns."
"You are not, Skull!" Night Dragon screamed, "I watched him die!"
"W-What?" He frowned, "why aren't I wearing my mask?"
"Now you notice, Jason."
"Night," he said, "I never told you my name."
"Did you hit your head or something?" Night Dragon hissed, loosening her grip slightly.
He lifted up his feet and pushed against the wall, knocking the caped vigilante onto the ground. Jason flipped backwards onto his feet, landing gracefully. Running over to a mirror, he stared at himself. His heart skipped a beat, as his possessor feel to his knees.
"That's," he chocked, "that's not me. Who is it?"
Something heavy hit him sharply in the back of the head, and he quickly blacked out against the cool ground.

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"AHH!" He screamed as he woke up.
Jason flexed his now movable hand, relieved to be back in his own skin. Metal chains were strapped around his ankles and wrists, trapping his against the cold wall. Struggling, he glared angrily at the Night Dragon across the room.
"What do you remember?" She questioned, walking up to him.
"Being possessed by someone."
"Oh good," Night Dragon sighed, "you're back. Whoever possessed you went through three different handcuffs. First leather, then polymer, finally steel. Had to put reinforced titanium around your hands and ankles."
"Who did possess me?" He wanted to rub his head.
"I don't know."
"I'm not a mind reader," Jason frowned, "but I can tell that was a lie."
"It could've been Black Skull," her face twitched, "my mentor."
"Something tells me he wasn't just your mentor."
"That doesn't mattar," she frowned, "I don't know if that was him."
"Isn't that a good thing?" He raised his eyebrows, "you obviously didn't want him dead."
"I don't want him possessing people."
"If he came back," Jason said, "why would he need to possess someone? What if he was already in someone?"
"Are you saying?" she took a step forward, "that you think you're him?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," he said, titling his head, "Alina."
"No," she almost fell backwards, but then raised up her sai.
"I know it's you," he said in a sing song voice.
"That's not what I'm concerned about," she said, "it's that you have my mentor somehow trapped inside you."
"Your not concerned about your secret identity?"
"I have dozens of identities," Night Dragon crossed her arms, "that one being my least important."
"Wait," Jason stopped her, "are you saying you don't care I figured out who you are?"
"Well not you," she shook her head, "if you're truly Black Skull, you would subconsciously know my real name anyways. Alina is not my true name anyways."
"Can you take your hood of then?"
"Nah," she smirked, "I like the suspense of it."
"That's not why," Jason looked straight into her eyes, "I think it'll trigger him- I mean me? I don't know anymore."
"He is not safe in your body," Night Dragon said, "your appearance is different, and you're voice is the same, however, but I don't think that'll make a difference."
"What did he look like?"
"Almost the same face, but your jaw is less chiseled. He had black hair, and light brown eyes."
"Is there a possibility that I could temporarily change my appearance?"
"I'm not letting you become a different person."
"It's nice that you care about another living being," Jason said, "but I have never felt right in my own skin, and never will. This is not my body to control, and I'd much rather see you happy, and I'll finally be whole again. Night, this is my own decision to name."
"What did I say about calling me Night?" She smiled sadly.
"To not to," Jason gave her a look of hope.
She reached up to her head and gently pulled down her hood, revealing her masked face. It was the beautiful face he had known for so long, yet so little. He knew what she would look like before her green hood fell. It was truly Alina, yet he knew that identity really wasn't the strong, independent vigilante he had come to possible love. Maybe it was just his trapped identity talking, but he felt compassion for the black haired girl. Her mask was much like his own. He felt his chains slip off his limps, too weak to move. Being possessed really took the energy out of you.
"Night..." he noticed he was actually an inch taller than the hero, "I-I...um...I'm going to miss you."
"Are you sure about this?" She reached up to her mask then let her hand fall.
"Absolutely."
"I'll miss you too," she smiled sadly, "naïve, stubbornly brave Jason Parker."
"You know," he said, "I never really liked that name, Parker is such a basic last name."
"You're not making this any easier."
"Come on," Jason put a hand on her shoulder, "you're too stubborn to let me go."
"Wrong again."
"Please don't knock me out."
"Wrong again," she pulled him into a tight embrace.
He felt tears well in his eyes, threatening to slip down his face he knew didn't even belong to himself. Jason should've known he wasn't really belonging when he didn't have any memories before his 16th birthday. He thought that was normal, but he had never been asked about his childhood, people don't care about kids in Eximius City.
Night Dragon pulled away, taking a step away from Jason. He nodded, letting out a deep breath. She pulled off her mask, keeping her eyes shut. Night reached down to her collarbone, and pulled a black chip off her skin.
"Voice changer," she said, her voice now completely different.
If he hadn't been staring at the vigilante, he wouldn't have known who it was. Her true voice wasn't Alina's, and it wasn't Night Dragon's either, but it was more sad than both. She sounded tired, tired of fighting, and tired of being alone. Still, Night sounded like she had hope, somewhere beneath all the darkness and resignation.
"Goodbye," he prepared to let the fog in the back of his mind take over.
"So long," she opened her eyes, now blue with the mask gone, "I hope to see you again."
"Maybe," Jason said, his conscious fading, "maybe we knew each other in a different life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one. I'll always be in the back of my mind, I'll look for you, and we'll meet again."
"Veloma ry malalako."

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A/N:

Wow. 1919 words of complete emotion. This took about two hours, I did it in one sitting, woohoo. In case you're wondering, the last phrase means "farewell my love." It is Malagasy, which is how I got the name Alina. Alina means "Night" in Malagasy.

I hope this chapter made sense, you guys have seemed confused with the past couple of chapters. This is not the end of the book, you'll see.

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-Ashleydragongirl