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...Boomerang. Please put your work here after revision. Since yours is perhaps the "only" one to make the deadline. Unlike O.P.'s at all...Does my weekly suck? ;^;

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15th? It's called "weekly" for a reason. Though...our clan isn't "half" as good/active as O.P. so...do what you wish, leader. I give up.

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2100 words :D

Weekly: Arvine's personality swap. also some foreshadowing. (Click to Show)

Titus woke up in his room of the CODEX, sitting up and yawning. He looked around his room carefully, having the strange feeling something was off. Massacre was still on the desk, his notes still where they should be. Even his clothes were the same in their respective drawers. Nobody could have come in his room and did something. Yet, he still felt a strange nagging feeling that something wasn't right.
He walked out of his room, slamming the door behind him to see if anyone would answer. He was hesitant to walk in the lounge due to all of its quietness, but eventually, he did.
To his surprise, not one of the other three members were around. In fact, everything looked the same. There was no sign of a struggle, to Titus' relief. But it also made him grow more cautious as to where they were then.
Something isn't right.. Titus thought to himself.
Titus sighed and walked in the kitchen for food while still thinking, because he needed thinking food. What could possibly be going on with him that made him feel this way? He looked in the fridge for something to eat. He found Luke's leftover Chinese food, C.V's Microwave burrito and Arvine's bottle of wine. He didn't know why, but he had a sudden urge to grab it and chug it. His hand reached out slowly towards the wine. Maybe just a sip..
No. He couldn't. He shut the fridge door and walked away from the kitchen. Bane would have gone on a rampage if he even took a sip of wine, what was he thinking? Speaking of Bane..
Yo, Bane, you up? Titus said in his head.
Yeah now, Bane replied groggily. He yawned.
Do you have any idea what's going on with me? I feel like somethings off
You don't seem that different
Titus sighed. I don't know I just don't feel right.
Titus walked out of the CODEX building and into the town of Stickpage. Since the CODEX was right on the outskirts of Stickpage, it didn't take that long. It seemed like a normal day. The sky was clear, the sun was high in the sky and every one was walking around with a smile on their face. Yet, Titus still had that nagging feeling.
When he saw a random stranger walking next to him in town, talking on his phone, he did something he had never done before. He walked up to him, suddenly wanting to know who this random person was.
"Hi! I'm Titus!" he said, holding out his hand and smiling brightly.
"Uh.. Hi" replied the random man. He shook his hand,gave a fake smile and quickly walked away. He either thought Titus was retarded or about to kill him, maybe both.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Titus said to himself. He had never been that friendly to random people.
As Titus kept walking through Stickpage, he kept introducing himself to strangers that he had never even seen and scaring the hell out of them.
Titus, what the hell is happening to you? Bane said in Titus' mind.
I don't know, I told you something was off.. It's like I have someone else's personality
Then it hit him. It hit him like a freight train going at top speed on the tracks.
He must have swapped personalities with one of the members of the CODEX.
But who?
Titus, while thinking about who's personality he could have, didn't realize he was walking towards the outskirts of Stickpage. Who is someone who loves wine and is very friendly to people.
Aha, Arvine Titus thought, finally realizing who he had swapped personalities with.
Then, he stopped dead in his tracks. He heard a distant sound. The once silent area was replaced with a loud whirring. The outskirts of Stickpage was just basically desert, all sand and your occasional couple of rocks. Such noise isn't usual around here. But when he realized what it was, it was right on top of him.
It was a chopper.
Titus jumped out of the way as 10 soldiers jumped down on where he was just standing, making a giant thud. He looked back at them as he stood up slowly.
The soldiers were all heavily armored from the chest down, which made Titus kind of pity them since it was 100 degrees outside. They had steel toed boots which would have crushed Titus if he didn't jump out of the way. They also had a helmet with a tinted visor to match, along with what Titus could imagine was powerful weaponry, a knife in the holster, and a tag on their chest that had their name and under it The Cartel .
Titus snarled as he realized that this must be a team sent out to apprehend him and bring him back to his old cell. He took out Massacre and clenched it tightly in his right hand.
"I'm not going back there," Titus stated.
What seemed like the leader of the team spoke up. "Just come along easy, we're not here to hurt you" he replied.
Titus suddenly felt some urge. He wanted to ask a question, and he couldn't hold back the urge to.
"Are you a Forsaken or not?"
The soldiers looked at each other, surprised at the sudden and irrelevant question.
"I.. I guess so" one of the rookies said.
Titus growled and held Massacre. Suddenly, he had a panging urge. The urge to kill these soldiers. The urge to watch their blood spill all over the desert ground.
Titus what are you doing? Bane asked.
But Titus didn't answer. He suddenly broke into a sprint towards the rookie that said he was a forsaken and, with barely any sound, gracefully jumped on top of him, sending his gun sliding in a different direction. Before he could even scream, Massacre was pushed two inches deep into his jugular vein. The rookie looked at Titus with pure terror, trying to scream for help, before finally falling limp.
It took the soldiers a few seconds to even sink in what happened. They had just watched a soldier die within half a second.
"Open Fire!" the captain yelled.
Titus spun around and roundhouse kicked another soldier in the face, kicking his helmet off. He was showered with what he could guess was titanium bullets seeing as how much it hurt, shredding his skin. But he didn't care, all he cared about was killing these soldiers.
Titus grabbed the soldier he kicked and threw him upwards twenty feet, hearing him scream as he fell down, arms and legs flailing. When he finally fell to Titus' level, just before he hit the ground, he was kicked into two other soldiers.
Alright I gotta take over this freak show, your getting yourself killed Bane said.
Suddenly, Titus was brought back in the back seat of the mind as his body and scar glowed. His eyes turned black and he smirked.
"Hello again boys," Bane said, smirking. Bane also felt an urge to kill, but that was normal for him so it didn't matter to him.
They must die! Titus said.
Calm down, buddy. I'm gonna kill them Bane replied.
Bane looked at the remaining 10 soldiers, three of them just getting on their feet from Titus' kick. Of the three, one was critically injured while the other two were just a bit scraped up.
One of them opened fire, but Bane had already seen it coming. He sidestepped where the bullets flew and leaped towards the soldier. He elbowed the one that fired at him in the face, and in that same second he took out Massacre and stabbed the wounded soldier in the heart.
He saw another one coming at him, ready to hit him with the butt of his gun. Bane took out Massacre and spun around, slashing the incoming enemy's face at a diagonal angle, shattering his visor and spilling blood everywhere. As the soldier grabbed his bleeding face, Bane scissor kicked him, grabbed his face, and quietly snapped his neck.
Eight more Bane thought.
Bane saw three more coming at him. He smirked and kicked one in the gut, took his gun and opened fire on his face, killing him instantly. He then hit the one coming behind him on the chest with the butt of the gun, knocking the wind out of him. He grabbed Massacre, took off the soldier's boot, and stabbed Massacre on his foot, the knife cutting like butter now with it's enchanted abilities. While the soldier was screaming, Bane easily ripped his armor apart and punched him right in the heart. The punch was so powerful that the soldier gasped for air for a few seconds before his heart stopped altogether. He fell on the ground, dead.
Bane saw the third soldier coming behind him and kicked backwards, hitting the soldier's face. Bane then spun around in that same second, getting him in the head with his other foot before throwing Massacre like a throwing knife in his eye,the knife being so sharp and long, it went all the way through his brain. The soldier fell to the ground, bleeding everywhere.
Well this is going smoothly Bane thought.
Suddenly, Bane was showered with an entire round of bullets into the back. Bane smiled as, almost instantaneously, the holes turned to scars and faded away. He pulled Massacre out of the dead soldier's eye and he turned to the last five members of the squad.
"Your chief never mentioned all the powers of me and Titus, did they?" he asked. He strode slowly to the team, every one of the soldiers gripping their gun tightly, ready to open fire on him.
"You went on a suicide mission."
Bane grabbed two soldiers by the throat, slowly crushing their tracheas. They tried to squirm free and Bane looked at the three threatening to open fire on him, fingers on the trigger.
"Do it. I dare you" he said coldly. The soldiers in his hands went limp, finally suffocating. Bane dropped them and grabbed one of their guns and fired through one soldier's visor, into their eyes, killing them instantly. He scissor kicked the other and stabbed him through the chin and all the way through to the bridge of his nose. Bane pulled it out and he laid there, slowly dying. He smiled at his last competitor, the terrified, totally clueless captain.
"Just me and you captain" Bane said. Before the captain could put his finger on the trigger, Bane had one hand grabbing his throat and the other ripping the chest part of his armor apart. One bullet flew and hit Bane in the shoulder. He swatted the gun away pushed the captain on the ground. He stabbed right into his heart, hearing the sound of the slicing of the knife and the screaming of the captain. The captain started coughing up blood. Bane knew he would die in about a minute.
Let me back in Titus said in Bane's mind.
Bane sighed and reluctantly let Titus have his body back. His body stopped glowing and his eyes turned back to his normal dark green. Titus kneeled down, looking into the captains sea blue eyes.
"Are... You.. A forsaken.." Titus said hesitantly.
"The Cartel is coming for you.. They know your in the tournament.." the captain said between coughs of blood.
"Answer the question"
"... Yes, Titus. I'm a forsaken. Just kill me. Please."
Titus took Massacre out of the captain's chest cavity. He brought the knife up and in one motion stabbed the captain in the forehead, killing him and ending his misery.
Titus took Massacre out of the captain. He put it back in it's holster and got up and suddenly went back to the happy go lucky personality, not thinking any bad thoughts, except what the hell came over him.
"What the hell kind of personality do I have" Titus muttered.
Titus walked around the outskirts of Stickpage, not wanting anyone to see his blood stained clothes and begin to wonder what happened. Plus, Titus would introduce himself to everyone any way. He went back into the CODEX building.
He entered the building, noticing it was sunset. Just as he realized that fact, it suddenly all went back to normal. The urge to drink the wine in the fridge was gone. The urge to talk about some forsaken was gone. Everything about the odd personality went away, being replaced with his old one.
"What a day" Titus said groggily. He went back in his room and let himself fall on his soft bed, immediately falling asleep on contact with the amazing softness.

I doubt it's really that good but there you go.

And yeah I was wondering about that two. If it's a weekly then you should only have a week.