Lê Wojak

"Let's say you don't want to live anymore, would you give your body to me?"

"Never."

"You lack humility."

I feel like this must be the hundredth time he's asked me for possession of my dead body, a record at least. At first, that was just me talking to myself. The second time, it was still the same thing.

I was crazy.

No, it was not.

That was just me, Personmea, talking to my "friend".

Or rather, tenant.

Wojak.

"What are we doing here?" he asked. His voice resonated in my mind, like telepathy.

"Waiting", I replied.

"What?" He asked "What are we doing here? What are we waiting for?"

Eloah, my only friend.

Wojak didn't look too happy with the answer, but at the same time he didn't complain. He was looking out of the hallway window on that floor, yes, we were at school.

That rope still connected us, apparently, by the navel. He was right, we could never part, no matter what.

Wojak was such a guy, full of philosophical phrases and usually totally against me.

But, what was he exactly?

An eccentricity. He was something other than human, even though he had a human appearance.

In fact, he was an entirely different race, a Whistler. Specifically, that was the Sixth Whistler Case.

We were the Sixth case.

Whistlers are beings beyond our imagination, canonically six cases are reported as apparitions of them. Of course, there are reports all over the world, especially after the fifth.

After the fifth, everything changed.

I can explain all of this in more detail later, and I will, actually. The important thing now is to know that... Wojak and I share the same body.

I mean, not entirely. Before, at the beginning of everything, we shared completely.

Not now.

As I said before, what binds us together is a cord—much like an umbilical cord—and his ability to communicate with me, say, telepathically.

I know, it sounds like crazy talk, maybe I am one, but I ask that, for the sake of the facts that will be told, believe me.

Wojak is not the friendliest being of all, quite the contrary, he is not friendly at all. He's his own race, humans and Whistlers don't mix.

Well, they shouldn't.

But Wojak has something different inside him, a special hint of something that... I'm still a little dubious about what it is. I have my hypotheses, but none of them have ever been confirmed by himself.

He's a very mysterious being, he has his own goals and desires, but it's up to me.

He can't do anything. He cannot touch anything, eat anything, drink anything.

But despite this, he manages to accomplish his goals.

Extremely manipulative when he wants to, he uses my body to carry out his wishes, of course, I still have control over myself.

But that was Wojak, with his human form that resembles a boy with blond hair, so blond it looks white, white skin, black shirt and jeans, he walked barefoot.

Nobody else saw him.

Nobody listened to him.

And despite that, I still talked to him in public, it was the same as talking to myself. Well, at least I haven't been admitted yet, so I'm hiding it well.

And if it wasn't clear: being part of one of the Cases is not a cool thing.

Is not!

Being discovered as one of the cases would earn him, at the very least, life imprisonment for studies.

"She won't come, let's leave soon."

"No, she said she would come."

"You know how she is, Personmea. After all, you…"

"No," I interrupted him, "no."

"... Ha, ha."

...

We were silent for a while.

He was never very Eloah-like, we never got along very well. According to him, Eloah was very straight-laced, she would never really help us in our goals. According to Eloah, Wojak was a bad influence and unreliable, would never be a good help to our goals.

But, what exactly were our goals? What are on both sides? We have two cores here, the objectives with Eloah and the ones with Wojak.

Basically, they are the same: ending the Sixth Case beings. What changes from one to the other is the method of how this will happen. Eloah wants to destroy Wojak from existence, but until then, we use him to destroy others in the Sixth Case. Now Wojak, his objective was something different, he wanted to destroy the others in the Sixth Case but using my body for that.

Well, at least that's what he says. We can't rule out the fact that he's one of the Sixth Case beings, right?

So he was a rebel? A rebel with his own kind? Yes, theoretically at least.

"I know all his misgivings, don't even think about trying to hide them from me."

Wojak looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, an intent that could be said to be murderous—of the highest of mortal intent.

His eyes seemed to glow, the more I looked at him the more things around me darkened.

He was attacking me.

"I know what you think."

Everything started to get heavier and heavier, darker and more devastating. My breathing started to erratic, his mesmerizing eyes preventing me from coming out of this effect.

It was a lot, a lot for me.

For anyone.

Many thoughts.

He was.

Trying.

Kill me.

"Hey!"

"Oh...!"

That voice snapped me out of the trance.

As promised, Eloah had arrived.

"What's up? Did I take that long?" she asked, leaning closer.

"Ham? What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with my fingers.

"You were kind of weird, did it take you so long to get to sleep?"

Oh yes.

She didn't have a better answer at the moment, telling a little lie would avoid a lot of other nonsense that would be said by her.

I mean, Wojak was trying something against me, wasn't he?

Finally, I replied:

"Yes, it took a long time."