Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Famer VS Kinesis

A cloudless blue sky. That was what Jonathon saw when he opened his eyes. His pupils contracted from the brightness - he had been lost in the dark for a long time. A raw sickness welled up in his stomach. It was a dream. It was a dream. It was a-He looked around. "Sh!t. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit." He said.Having made his feelings clear to the world, he dusted off his jeans and stood up. Something heavy around his neck pulled down. It was a camera strap."Of course. Of fvcking course." His bargain $80 camera lay against his chest.He pulled off the lens cap and switched the thing on. Full battery. He zoomed the lens out, holding the thing backwards, making sure his entire body was in the picture. And pressed the button. Click..........No lightning. No such luck.He looked at the little screen on the back which displayed the photo. His heart jumped with surprise. That was him. That was him, with a grin like it was Christmas day and pupiless eyes as black as night. Sudden hot white rage at this evil thing welled up inside him. "What the hell is this? You think I'm happy, you fvcking thing? You lying little sh!t!"He hurled the camera as far as he could, hearing it clatter and smash against one of the scorched rocks. Suddenly, a sharp headache pierced his brain. He felt as if something inside his consciousness was shifting about uncomfortably. "Oh yeah." He murmured. "I did this, didn't I..."Around him, New York had turned into hell.*** Caitlin had watched in horror as the black spirit poured into her brother, unable to do anything but watch as he transformed into an unrecognisable demon. His skin cracked like hardened mud, turned black as though it were scorched with blazing heat, and his eyes. His eyes were the scariest. Shining black orbs with no pupils. He had spoken to her with a voice as grim as a killer yet as happy as a child. It echoed into her brain, leaving her unable to think while he spoke. "NOW THEN. SHALL WE BEGIN?" He took a breath. A breath that drew in air from miles around, causing trees to sway and people across the park to fall down and lose their coats to the gale. His skin began to glow red through the cracks, and his shining black eyes reflected red for a moment. He blew, a dragon in human form, an inferno rushing across the park from his lips, consuming people who didn't even had time to scream before they were annihilated. The fire reached the buildings, the windows all shattering at once under the intense heat before collapsing as their foundations melted and cracked.He closed his mouth, grinning happily at the destruction before him, and looked around at Caitlin. Suddenly, his voice was back to normal. "How does that look, sis? Pretty cool huh?"She shook her head, backing away from the monstrous creature."Ha, I'm just kidding. I sent your bro somewhere else. I'll tell you something good. Some of my, uh...buddies, are worried that intense anger will break my control over this guy. They're totally right! Any intense emotion, actually. That stuff washes us out like bleach. But humans are funny. I could ruin this whole city and I bet he wouldn't even be that upset. But what about you, Caitlin? You reckon your bro loves you? You reckon he'll get mad if I pull off that pretty little head of yours? Just think about it. I just kill you, and everybody lives! I'll go right back to my own dimension if this guy kicks me out! It'd be a real pain to get back. So basically YOU SHOULD JUST DIE"She turned and ran. Down the grass, the opposite direction from the line of scorched earth and the chaos in the direction the camera had taken the picture, away from the terrible creature wearing her brother's face. He grinned and raised a hand. Above Caitlin, black clouds formed and thunder sounded. The lightning was perfectly directed. It struck just where Caitlin had been before she was pushed to the side. She tumbled across the grass, feeling a flash of heat and a tingling sensation in the direction of the lightning. She looked up. The corpse was burned beyond recognition, but she knew who it was. Bits of his clothes were still intact, and he was the only man who would save her anyway. "Daddy..." Her voice came out, unbelieving. "Daddy..." She reached towards him with one hand. "Run you idiot. You want his sacrifice to be pointless? Fine, I'll take over."She felt something invade her. She imagined this is was her brother felt. But...this thing didn't feel hostile. It picked her up, made her legs move. She ran. Above her, the lightning prepared to strike again. "I can give you one chance. He is far more powerful than I am. When the lightning strikes, you must pretend to die. Do not move until I tell you."She heard the sky rumble. And then everything turned white. The lightning ran across her body, not touching her but redirecting itself into the ground. She threw herself down and lay still, scarcely breathing. "Good. Our master will retreat into the boy's mind now. He will awaken, not knowing his mind is being manipulated. A puppet believing himself to be free. There! He falls unconscious. Now run!"***Caitlin finally stopped running to catch her breath, miles from the park, sweat dripping down her face, and collapsed onto a bench. She just lay there for a few minutes before gathering her resolve. "Who are you?" She said aloud. "No need to talk. I'm in your mind now.""I don't want you in my mind. That's private!""Hmm. Alright, get out that mirror from before."She pulled it out. It was just a small plastic makeup mirror. She looked into the reflection, and gasped. It wasn't her, but something else. A strange purple monster with red eyes and no body. "We can communicate though this." It said, in a normal voice. "Listen, I'm not going to lie. I don't care about you at all. I just think you represent the best chance of defeating the master.""The...the master?""Yes, the oldest and most powerful. We are...spirits, you might call us. Creatures from another dimension. We can anchor ourselves to this reality through certain objects. We can alter this world, change its rules. It seems like magic to you because our reality runs under different laws. The most powerful of us can take over the minds of conscious creatures like you.""So, why to you want to defeat one of your own kind? The thing that took over Jonathon...that's your master right?""Yes...we call him that - by the way, sex has no meaning with our kind - but there are many of us who dislike his rule. Put simply, he is a tyrant. He visits dimensions and orders death and destruction. When your brother found that camera, the master ordered us to destroy and kill whatever he took pictures of. That's the kind of thing he gets enjoyment from. But there are those of us who dislike this, who with to preserve and learn rather than destroy and break. And that is why I need you." "Why me? What can I do against that monster? He destroyed entire buildings just by blowing at them!""His host, your...Jonathon. I don't really understand your species, but it seems you have some deep emotional attachment to one another. If you are the one to fight him, even a weak spirit like me may have a chance. If your Jonathon fights against him, that will leave an opening. An opening to strike! If we destroy his host, he will be unable to stay in this world.""Wait, destroy the host...you want me to kill my own brother?""YES. It is the only way." "But before...that thing said, it wouldn't be able to stay in Jonathon's mind if he got really angry.""He lied. Anger can break his control temporarily, but he is woven into your Jonathon's mind, far more intensely than when he when he inhabited mere objects. The only sure way to remove him from this world is to destroy Jonathon."She shook her head."I can't do it. I can't-"But then the horrific images flooded her mind. Buildings collapsing, the old lady being torn apart by her own dogs, and her own father falling to the ground, black and smoking. "Alright. I'll do it. We need a plan."