John didn't know why, but he had asked Kristof for a break. For all the time he had been here, John wanted to do something, but now some feelings inside him had made him throw away the chance of action he wanted, right out the window. Now, he walked through the streets, starring up at the clouds. I feel like I'm being watched!!!, his mind screamed. He had started to think he was paranoid, and now he was trying to shove his thoughts down, and find something to take his mind off of the paranoia. Shut up!!! Let me do something with my life!
He didn't do anything that day. He kept walking around and around, not sure where he was going. Before he knew it, he was asleep in his own room, the moonlight going through the window. John slowly sat up, looking around. Climbing onto the window, he jumped out, making sure no one saw his decent. Ahh, it's a great time to be alive!!!, he thought, a smile spreading across his face.
When he got the chance, he went into a flash of red flames, leaping over the wall on metal wings, which he quickly made disappear. John was in a good mood, finally getting a chance to meet up with the Old World Gods. It had been impossible during the day, considering he couldn't control himself then. He was happy he had woken up at all though. He could have remained asleep, underground, for hundreds to thousands of years more.
He held his metal claws out, listening to the sound they made as they hit tree after tree as he walked forward, along with the red flames he created burning some of the leaves and grass around him. It reminded him of bones snapping, and the smell of his burning enemies on a Sunday morning. It reminded him of when he was at his happiest.
He jolted forward as something caused a shocking feeling to go up his metal spine. When he opened his eyes, he was in human form, in a blank black place, starring at himself. He grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his grey jacket. "Well, well, well," he said. "If it isn't myself. How's it been guy? Save the day lately?"
The other John starred, not blinking. "I knew it!", he yelled. You're some kind of demonic half of me aren't you? AREN'T YOU?!?! What the heck do you want? Get out of my head!"
John's grin grew. "Now, now, let's talk about this like reasonable demon-angels. You've got it all wrong."
The good John stepped back, keeping a cautious eye on him. "What do you mean? Explain."
"Who is the real owner of this body, John?"
"Me," the good John said.
"Ah, so you haven't figure it out yet, now have you? Oh, to bad. You are in for a shooooocker!"
"You better start making sense, or I'm waking up, and I'm not letting you take control."
"Well you see, when you're asleep for centuries, your mind begins to become more creative. You're just someone out of one of those dreams. You're nothing but a thought from my head."
"N-n-no... You're just trying to play tricks. You're lying."
John shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat guy. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a meeting," he said, crimson flames engulfing him as be began to wake up.
"NO!!!", good John yelled, leaping at his duplicate. He grabbed him by his neck, threw him out of the fire, and jumped in. In the next instant, he was awake.
He realized he wasn't breathing, and immediately started taking quick breathes of air, and then he started coughing, his human form sweating. "He's not telling the truth. I'm real. I'm not a thought. He's lying. He's just lying. He's definitely just lying..."

A.N.

Here's a quick chapter for you. Can you feel the suspense?!?! It's coming guys!!! Get ready for stuff!!!!!! Actually don't!!!!!!!!! I WANT YOU TO ALL BE UNPREPARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!