Something had taken hold of the beast, stopping him before he caused any severe damage. He struggled to break free, switching his focus to the one responsible and desiring for nothing more than to bite the teacher's head clean off his shoulders. However, Professor Jacob held strong, and... was he speaking to him? Whatever little that was left of Cole's consciousness managed to comprehend some of his words.

[color=yellow]"You are the beast you have control over it, you and the beast are one."[/color]

[i]You don't- you don't understand... I want to... I need to kill you, but... it's not me. It never was me... it can't be...[/i]

There was then another voice, which called him by name. [color=92278f]"Come on Cole, don't give up now. You've got this, buddy."[/color]

Was it really all on him? That was what scared him. It seemed easy to hold the savagery of the monster accountable every time he was not in control. It had helped him cope with what he had done the first time he had discovered his abilities and shifted unintentionally. It was not him who did it, he could not control it when the urge was too strong, that was what he had kept telling himself. Even now, as the beast continued to lash out, he wished that Professor Jacob would simply hit him in the head so that he could avoid all this, but the teacher was not allowing that.

With the beast still mostly in control, even that little bit of rationalizing was draining him mentally. He could not keep this up much longer. He had to focus on regaining control. He was afraid of what the outcome might imply, but he had to accept that it could be done, at least for the time being. Part of him did not want to try, but he had to, he needed answers!

[i]I'm in control... I don't need you, not anymore. I'm not letting you hurt anyone. Get out... get out of my head![/i]

It took all of his willpower and concentration to toss the beast out, which allowed him to eventually shift back into his human form. The boy went limp in the teacher's grip, panting from both physical and mental exhaustion. He was shaking slightly from the trauma, and it took a moment for him to calm himself down.

"What are you saying, Sir?" He muttered in between deep breaths. "What does this all mean? It couldn't have been me. H-How is this possible? Does this mean that the whole time, I could have... No... I don't even remember much of what it had done..."

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