There was something electric about the academy as new and old students poured into the facility. He enjoyed the cool busy mornings, but only as an observer and not someone who actively participated in it. It would be yet another year where he spent his summer at the academy in the dorms. His parents no longer wanted him and the academy became a second home. To bad this was his last year here, at twenty he would have to find someway to function elsewhere. But how could he really? These thoughts that cradled his idle, young mind were not private. He could feel in the plain scape of his very own conscious another person behind him. All though at current they were in his mind, they were also physical. One of the same. They were him and they were not. Freakshow was an alien symbiote whom found himself a home, nestling in Micheal's genetic mutant DNA.<br/><br/>Neither of them could separate from one another even if they wished to.  He could feel Freakshow's large silhouette behind him and he turned around in the very conscious, confines of his own mind. He stared at Freakshow, all though to most in the outside world of his mind would think he was just a weirdo spacing out in front of a window.<br/><br/><em>"Don't feel to bad," Freakshow said.<br/><br/>"Coming from you that sounds horrible," Micheal said.</em><br/><br/>His mind wasn't very impressive. He had remember reading that within your own plain scape you could create a whole entire imaginary world. But for him it was blank, just him and Freakshow forced to stare at each other in harsh shadowed light.<br/><br/><em>"How could that be horrible?" Freakshow said.<br/><br/>"It just means I'm stuck with you," Micheal paused and lowered his voice before adding, "And I have no real way of leashing you."</em><br/><br/>"Micheal," said a voice rippling from the outside world into his mind, "Micheal."<br/><br/>He seemed to wake from a dreary and spacey dream as he continued to stare out the window. When he turned to see who had called his name he had almost bumped into one of the vases on the decorative tables. She was a beautiful girl, Elizabeth Jone Walker, he had asked her out once. But Freakshow appeared in the middle of the date. It had startle her that she ran out on him. Her beautiful auburn hair fell over her shoulder in beautiful cascades, like a waterfall. Her hair glimmered and shined with great glory, her olive skin and strange blue eyes pierced into his soul. She was still so beautiful, but Micheal had no way of talking to her since things had always been on the awkward side since Freakshow's appearance.<br/><br/>"You okay?" she asked, "You look pale?"<br/><br/>"I'm fine,"Micheal said, "Summer?"<br/><br/>"Mine was good," she said with a smile, "You?"<br/><br/>"I stayed here, so the usual academic and studious," Micheal said.<br/><br/>"You ready to leave the academy?" she asked.<br/><br/>"Not particularly," Micheal huffed, "I wish they had a college program. I cannot really function in the real world."<br/><br/><em>When the other half of me likes to appear whenever he pleases</em>, he wanted to add. She smiled and then her friends called her over. She waved goodbye and it was Micheal and Freakshow again. In the dark, empty plain scape of the prison that was his mind.<br/><em><br/>"She's pretty," Freakshow said.<br/><br/>"You ruined my chances with her," Micheal said.<br/><br/>"How could I do that?"<br/><br/>"How didn't you do that? Is more of the question."<br/><br/>"Look anyone that is to be dated, We're dating them so I had to make sure she was the right type," <br/><br/>"We have two completely different views of woman!" </em><br/><br/>Something rippled through the black background and Micheal snapped back to his reality. He had found himself walking towards the cafeteria like a mindless drone. With no recollection of ever even preparing to start here. A young man who must have been waiting upon him had bumped into him. His expression was pained and distorted.<br/><br/>"Watch it!" the boy shrieked making his way back to the cafeteria table with his spork.<br/><br/>"Punk," Freakshow said through Micheal.<br/><br/>"What did you just say?" asked the boy.<br/><br/>"Nothing," Micheal replied.<br/><br/>Whenever it happened it felt like to conscious molding together, but Micheal's own will, soul, and personality seemed to switch in the back of the prison walls of the conscious. He was now staring at the back of Freakshow. He was going to get him in trouble again it appeared.<br/><br/><em>"Don't do anything," Micheal said knowing that his pleas would be ignored.</em><br/><br/>"I am Freakshow," growled the large black and purple alien out in the physical world.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Freakshow always enjoyed the sensation of the outside. It seemed to stimulate his brain very quickly. He required a more active world that buzzed and zinged around, it kept him focused. If things were still and silent and were not moving Freakshow could never seem to really handle it. He was tall and rather bulky and muscular. With four arms he was very noticeable everyone was staring at him in a hush kind of silent. Some were afraid and even the boy who had been rude, there was a scent. Fear. The young man quivered in the presence of Freakshow. He made his way and tried to sit on the cafeteria table, but most things for his size were never a perfect fit.<br/><br/>The boy who had gotten mad with about a spork got up quickly and ran away. Freakshow laughed.<br/><br/>"Ahahahaa," Freakshow said.<br/><em><br/>"Good you made him run, can I come back?" Micheal asked, "Sometime now. So I don't get in trouble."</em><br/><br/><em>"Look Micheal," Freakshow said, "He left his breakfast."<br/><br/>"You have to be kidding me," Micheal said, "Let's go back now."<br/><br/>"I just got out," Freakshow said.<br/><br/>"Yeah well you don't have any clothes," Micheal said.<br/><br/>"Doesn't matter I am an alien lifeform," <br/><br/>"And don't eat his food," Micheal said.</em><br/><br/>With one of his hands he slid the breakfast over to his side. Freakshow laughed. Micheal was a health nut as well as a vegan. Freakshow was not. Several times Micheal has tried to feed Freakshow something horrible.<br/><br/><em>"Not horrible, good for you," Micheal said.<br/><br/>"Rawr," Freakshow said.<br/><br/>"Oh you don't like it when your "private" thoughts are interrupted," Micheal said, "Should I say something Freaky right about now? You shouldn't think we are one of the same my thoughts are your thoughts."</em><br/><br/>Freakshow stared around the stimulated outside and shrugged. If any teachers came into play it would be Micheal in trouble and not him. He dived into the pancakes. And laughed in his deep voice, still noticing all the stares from everyone else.