The Proper Role-Play

I wake up again by the sound of Alekandre's screaming.
"What's going on?" I say while slowly getting up and shuffling to the door, a hand still on my stomach.
 
I look behind me "I do not know the answer, but I can say this, anyone I love ends up dead." I turn back around and closes my door, sitting on the bed laying down I curl into a ball, concentrating on the wolf form.
 
I ignore the voices surrounding me as my past flickers behind my eye lids, being shot in the shoulder, twice, pushed around in a triangle of people in the form of an obsidian wolf, eyes glittering with pain and fury.
 
I feel myself being sucked into her mind. My body is turning full djinn. I might not make it out of this. Her memories are to powerful! DAMN ME FOR LOOKING ON THE THIRD PLAIN!
 
I slowly walk toward Tess. I shove Smighter out of the way and pull out my knife. I take a few deep breaths and slam the hilt down on her head, knocking her out and hopefully helping Alek out of her mind.
 
I watch through Tess' eyes as Maelstrom knocks her out, but the memories are still playing. I can't escape. Instead, I'm confront by a darkness so evil, it even chills my own body.
 
I watch my own eyes roll into the back of my head. Fear envelopes me. I switch into dragon form inside her mind, only a smaller version. I breathe fire all over it, but still it stands. This is the work of a Marid.
 
"Okay, this is enough, where ever we're going can wait." I jump up to the wheel and turn it around, causing us to fly backwards from the place where we are.
 
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