Seems like the replies are becoming less and less. Think gonna take another weekend off after 15 so people can catch up or whatever.
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I found a secluded room far away from civilization. I could not escape the voices, but at least they quieted down in here. I wonder what that beggar had down to me and if there was any way to reverse it.
I sat down in my bed and contemplated my situation. As I did, I heard voices scream for many different reasons. I still attempted to pay them little mind. Partially because I did not care, and because I could hardly differentiate them at this point.
I gave up for the day and laid my head on the pillow. The voices would not allow me to sleep. I stayed up all night trying to come up with a plan to shut them out. Nothing I tried seemed to work, though I realized I was gaining some control over listening to the voices.
It was now early morning, I could only tell by the single tiny window in the room. As I continued to sit on my bed, trying as best as I could to control this new skill. I heard a voice more pronounced than any I had heard in the last day.
The voice was filled with anger and rage. The voice shouted for its humanity. I tried to focus in on the voice. I could get a faint visual in my mind. Yeah, the boy had been robbed of his humanity by his parents or so he thought. I could feel the parents pleading with him but very little was getting through.
I thought about what I would do in that situation with all that rage and anger inside of me then I thought about what I would make others do, and I began to giggle with delight. It would be a pleasure to watch him mull his parents I thought.
I don't know if the same thought ran across his mind or if I had some control over it, but he began to destroy their lab. As they screamed at him to stop, it was their life's work. He took no pleasure in it, now he acted on rage alone.
After 10 minutes of destroying all they held dear, he turned his attention onto his parents. For a second, I felt a tinge of compassion but I wanted to see their destruction. Once again, I was unsure if it was my own sick thoughts or if we shared ideas but he started attacking his family. He brutally attacked his mother and father, and I could do nothing but grinned as the images unfolded in my mind.
I almost died of euphoria when he tossed his beaten mother through the glass window of the lab. When he crushed his father under his work, a fitting end from my brief glimpse into the family, I wore the largest smile on my face. A grin I knew would not go away for weeks.
Then I heard another voice enter the room, this one was a bit more timid than his parents. He turned around to find a little girl on the edge of tears. And for the first time, I felt a calmness over the boy. I tried to will him to finish her as well, but a part of him could not do it.
His mind began a battle that it could not win. His mechanical side thought linearly, his organic mind wanted compassion and me, the intruder, wanted his own personal satisfication. The overload may have been too much as shortly after that I lost my connection.
Maybe there was more to this power than I thought. I sat again this time I wanted to discover more delicious ways to cause people harm.
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