[ WP ] A body-snatcher tries to takeover a persons mind , said persons highly aggressive second personality has other ideas .

A pink, grooved floor, electric wires alive with visible sparks, dust gathered in the corners. George had arrived. He cackles, scanning the room for the control center, skipping over the brainslide blocked corridors. A door lies on the opposite side marked'Administration'. He begins the trek over. 
 
 `` What do you think you're doing.'' A gravelly voice calls out to him. 
 
 Shivers run down George's spine, he freezes for a moment. 
 
 `` I said, what do you think you're doing?'' The voice repeats. 
 
 George turns towards the noise, `` Sorry, is this occupie-'' His voice gives out, standing in front of him is an exact copy of the owner. Except for the glowing red eyes demanding his attention, flames flickered behind the irises. 
 
 `` You have thirty seconds to leave.'' The man's voice slipped, revealing a polyphonic undertone that could only be described as demonic. 
 
 Thoughts race through George's head, his plan would n't work without this man, he had the access George needs. He runs through a mental profile of his target, suddenly it all made sense. The hospital visits, the high absences from work... the family tragedy. 
 
 `` Times up.'' With inhuman speed, the demon rushes George. 
 
 George clenches his eyes closed, racing to control his mind. He focuses on his consciousness. Everything goes black. 
 
 *** 
 
 `` Wakey wakey!'' He gets no response, his fist clenches in anger. He retrieves a controller from his pocket, pressing the large red button on its face. 
 
 `` AAAAHHHHHH!!!'' George screams in agony as the feeling of hundreds of sharp needles tears him from his slumber. 
 
 `` I saw that concentration earlier.'' The demonic undertone slips back, `` I have n't the faintest how you got here, but I'm guessing that's how you get out.'' 
 
 George can not find words, his shrieks continue. 
 
 The demon chuckles, `` I'll take your presence as a yes. I could n't decide what to do with you, ca n't have you telling anybody our little secret.'' He grabs George's face, pulling his eyelids open as he moves his fiery gaze within inches of him. `` Now can we?'' 
 
 The pain clears, George looks around him. He's strapped to a board, dozens of robotic arms hold various sharp objects. His body is covered with bleeding wounds. He closes his eyes. 
 
 `` Ah, ah, ah!'' 
 
 George howls again. 
 
 `` I've got it set to go off at random time intervals, so as to make sure a rhythm does n't calm you.'' He smirks, `` Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Tyler. Welcome to my playground!'' 
 
 George blinks, trying to clear the haze of his own neurons. 
 
 `` Be grateful, I was just going to kill you, but then I thought about it.'' Tyler's grin widens. `` It gets awfully boring in here, and I only get so much time with this dunce. Got ta let him keep his job, fun is n't cheap, and he spends SO much time sleeping. So, I decided, that while I ca n't play out there, I'd have a little fun with you in here!'' Tyler chortles with delight. 
 
 George's eyes widen with horror. He furrows his brow again, gathering all his will and trying to concentrate on his vacant body. The pain returns, shocking him back. 
 
 `` Now. When you tell me how to do that little trick of yours, I'll end it.'' Tyler grabs George's face again, `` Just do n't be too quick about it.''
