While he was still in the process of rearranging his thoughts to suit his situation, the doorbell rang. Much to his dismay, it was the police. This was especially unsettling due to the fact that his arms were indeed still covered in blood. The officers decided at this point that they would arrest this man, so despite his feeble efforts to make them sympathise with him, he ended up on a long spirally road to the courtroom. During the period between these two events, information was revealed to our protagonist on an irregular basis. By the time he turned up for his trial, his knowledge of the situation was simply that he was accused of committing more than 30 of what were considered to be the world's most atrocious crimes, and that there was a worryingly large amount of evidence in support of these claims.
Weeks before, our protagonist was not plagued by impending catastrophe. He had been enjoying the company of friends, visiting pubs and clubs and generally enjoying life overall. His mind was at peace and all was well. Naturally, simple trivial everyday matters bothered him, as they would most young men. However, at heart he felt safe and secure from the horrors and conceptual abominations that lurked all over the world. As an intelligent man who had gone through his education with flying colours, he was of course aware of such esoterics and mysteries, although they were ideas that were foreign and obscure to him. Often while lost deep in thought, the deepest reaches of his subconscious mind would cry out with tempered curiosity, but his own natural fear of the unknown made sure he led a simple, happy life.
He would often visit a club called Orbital. Here he would listen to the music that he loved and meet his friends, in addition to sharing a few pleasant drinks. During his visits to this club, he was aware of the presence of drugs, crime, and far darker affairs occurring in his surroundings. This knowledge began to feed his pride – he felt like he was connected to a mysterious underground world, but he would always be wise enough to steer well clear of the events that created this atmosphere. It was during one of these visits to Orbital that the first episode of our protagonists' self-annihilation would occur.
Throughout his entire life, he had never been diagnosed with any kind of mental disorder, or any mental problems of any kind. Those around him generally considered him to be a somewhat ordinary person. Schizophrenia would have been entirely out of the question, had it been suggested to him as a reason for his sudden pangs of emotional pain and guilt. The parasites that had assimilated sectors of his mind were not aware of each other, but they were quite aware of their thrall. Although our antagonists shared the same body as our protagonist, they shared none of his personality traits. One of our antagonists would awake one day, carry out his plans for the day, and go to bed after clearing up to such an extent that our protagonist would have no way of knowing of the events that occurred. His only clue would be the tiredness he felt despite the fact that he had more than 8 hours of sleep per day.
Our antagonist took great pride in his work and the efficiency with which he carried it out. The entrance to his laboratory was ingeniously hidden behind an extremely heavy bookcase, beneath a rug. In the extremely rare condition that our protagonist moved the bookcase, he had to move the rug out of the way first, keeping the entrance concealed from his eyes. In this laboratory, our antagonist would carry out a series of sadistic ventures on his collection of captives. He would find these captives on the street, begging, selling themselves, selling their dignity, or selling their souls. He would make them feel comfortable and content, and then crush their minds for his own entertainment.
Our other antagonist, who arguably could be seen as more of an anti-hero upon being compared to the aforementioned sadist, lived a far more separate life. He had a family, held captive by an unknown kidnapper, and he spent his hours in control of his host; stealing, killing and burning everything that got in the way of his search for his own personal justice. Like our protagonist, he was an intelligent man, and like our antagonist he had a fair awareness of the workings of the mind in which he took residence. The conditions of just how two utterly separate lives were able to exist in such a way are another matter, for another story with other protagonists, other antagonists and other psychological undertones.
No-one in the courtroom was aware of the fact that our protagonist shared his mind and body with the real criminals, or that he was in a mentally unstable state. As the prosecuting lawyer finished his opening statement, the courtroom became a mess of murmurs and other subtleties. Most of the people in the room soon realised that the common view was that this man should be locked up for life at best. The night before, he had been invited to the “upstairs” section of Orbital – a den of iniquity in which sex, drugs, and crime were the centre. Although these things were of little concern to him, his curiosity and desire to feel part of something mysterious and underground led him to agree to this invitation. Once upstairs, all manner of rare and undiscovered drugs entered his system without his knowledge. His divided and unstable mind was unable to cope with the effects of these substances, and subsequently he lost the ability to think logically, along with his sense of touch. When our antagonist awoke that night, he was only in control of a fraction of the mind of his host. Due to this circumstance, he was unable to “clear up” sufficiently before he had to retire to an unconscious state.
Still affected by the vicious consequences of the drugs from the night before, our protagonist was in a state of mental decay. Before the words from the judges' mouth passed through the shrill air into his twitching ears, he collapsed to the floor in a dramatic climatic moment.
Some weeks later, the inner barbarous war that had been raging within the mind of our protagonist ended. He realised his life would never be the same again, as the chemicals that had entered his system had broken down the barriers between his multiple personalities. His mind had fought a brutal battle and won against the drugs, with devastating causalities. Now completely mentally stable, the man who had been a slave to his subconscious opted to carve out his own existence - his own identity – free from the tyranny and oppression of his parasitical personalities.
This would prove to be a difficult task and soon he would find himself succumbing to their will once more. Our story ends here, due to the fact that there is indeed only so much one can write about a character who has not been named. In a world in which such a character can live and have such life-altering obscurities, it is no wonder that such narratives increasingly invade the privacy of unwilling protagonists.