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Paul - 1
by NSJ (nsj153@gmail.com)
***
Paul is primarily a mind control story. A young man
(17) awakens after months of being on life support to
find he has the unique ability to give people
commands they must obey. He soon comes to find his
ability is not as unique as he hoped and that he is
being hunted by two organizations who wish either to
recruit him or kill him. (mf-teens, nc, rp, 1st,
anal, orgy, mc)
***
Author Note: Paul, is an adult story with adult
content. It is more a story about a young man with
mind control containing occasional bouts of graphic
sex than a piece written with the express intention
of getting the reader off.
As in all works of fiction any resemblance to real
people or places is simply that, a resemblance. Feel
free to email me with questions, comments or
suggestions nsj153 [at] gmail.com
***
Chapter 1 – Waking Up
"Susan." Mr. Malki called out from the front of the
classroom. His tone was enough to bring her wandering
thoughts back to the chemistry class. Her physical
reaction though was not quick enough to avoid the
eraser he had thrown at her. The eraser struck her on
the left side of her forehead. Almost everyone else
would get the eraser then the shout, if they got the
shout at all. She was one of his better students
though so he gave her time to duck. She was still
caught in her daydream though and had not reacted
quickly enough.
She smiled weakly at him and shrugged. He was one of
the few teachers who could get away with behavior
like this. Anyone else would be fired within the week
and probably end up sued as well. Not Mr. Malki
though, kids fought to get into his classes, and not
only because their parents pushed them too. He was a
fun teacher who took his students on field trips and
did big complicated experiments. He had to use the
fire extinguisher twice this year alone, but the real
reason people flocked to his class was that he was
one of the best teachers in the country. He had
awards to prove it though if he displayed them they
were not at the school. In his class room he had a
wall of photos. Men and women he had taught who now
worked for Dow or NASA or GE. That was the only
recognition he needed.
"At least she wasn't facebooking," Mr. Malki said
giving a significant look at Janet in the second row.
"Assuming I'm allowed to use a popular noun as a
verb?" He asked the class at large as he turned back
to the chalkboard.
"I could google it." Andy said from the first row.
"Then he could tweet it to the rest of us." Janet
said picking up on the game. Mr. Malki smiled and
made the overly exaggerated gesture of searching the
board for another eraser before he got back to
teaching.
Matt, sitting behind Susan, handed the eraser up over
her shoulder. She knew the drill, she was to pass it
up and act like it never happened. She had
disrespected Mr. Malki by daydreaming and staring out
the window while he taught and he disrespected her by
throwing an eraser at her head. He was right though,
at the very least she should be daydreaming while
looking at the board.
Mr. Malki really was a good teacher. In seconds Susan
found herself drawn into the conversation he carried
on with the class at large. No one else ever spoke
but it felt far more like a discussion between
friends than a lecture. In no time she was actually
jotting down notes including the web page he put up
on the slide for those who were curious about
learning more on their own. In no other class did she
seek out knowledge she didn't strictly need to
complete her homework.
He had successfully distracted her from her problems
for a while. Catalysts were both confusing and
interesting. The fact that they could facilitate
change without actually changing themselves intrigued
her. That they could somehow be involved in such
destruction or creation and yet remain unchanged did
not seem possible. So far in her short life when
something bad happened it affected everything else.
She could not imagine being able to go through life
effecting change but being unchanged herself. Yet
there it was.
When class was over the students filed out quietly as
Mr. Malki started to erase the board. She took her
time slipping her things into her backpack because
she knew he would want to talk to her. She stopped by
his desk as he spoke with Jessica, one of ivy league
bound seniors. She was doing her best to get in his
good graces before she asked for a letter of
recommendation at the end of the year. Susan sighed.
Last year at this time she was already dreading all
the work she would have to do for college prep. That
dream like so many she had last year was over now.
Jessica unconsciously scratched her shoulder
seductively near the spaghetti strap that arced over
the smooth skin of her shoulder. Spring had come
early and the boys were not the only ones who were
aware of all the skin the girls were showing after
the long winter.
Susan looked down at her feet. That wasn't right. She
shouldn't be looking at a woman like that. The
nightmares were bad enough, when she remembered them
clearly, but she was growing worried that it was
happening more often when she was awake.
Yesterday during gym she had been running behind
Stephanie Miller for most of the class. She would
have continued for the whole class except that
Stephanie turned around to glare at her, Susan had
not realized she had been staring at her ass for the
entire run until she had received the look.
"Hey." Mr. Malki said worriedly pulling Susan back to
the present as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
She took a reflexive step backward wondering when he
had moved and where Jessica had gone.
"I said are you feeling okay?" Mr. Malki asked. His
voice was heavy with genuine concern.
"Yeah." She said. "Just tired. I'm sorry about
earlier. It really is interesting I just... you know
family stuff." She said shrugging.
"Close the door." Mr. Malki said to Edward who was in
the hall waiting to enter for the next class. The boy
closed the door though he watched them through the
small window.
"You should speak with the counselors." Mr. Malki
said. "You might be able to get out of classes for a
while. Get some time off." He was smiling but when
she did not respond he dropped the smile.
"I'm concerned." He said. "Concerned enough that if
you don't speak with the counselors on your own I'll
ask one of them to speak with you. You can even take
time out of my class to speak with them if you don't
want it interfering with your after school
activities."
"I'll make an appointment. I promise." She said. He
nodded. Then a large grin split his face.
"You have something on your forehead." He said. She
reached up and when she examined her fingers, found
chalk dust. She smiled at him as she headed for the
door rubbing her forehead.
The bell rang just as the first people were pushing
past her into the room trying to get a seat in the
front row. She was going to be late for her next
class. She started to hurry but then gave up. Mrs.
Anderson wouldn't care, one minute late was the same
as fifteen. The day drug on until fifth period when a
familiar face opened the door to her English class.
"Susan." Miss. Jordan said from the doorway. She was
one of the volunteer office aides as well as Mark's
mother and one of the only single women in the small
town of Red Rock who wasn't older than sixty or
heavier than two hundred pounds. Susan and Mark had
been friends until two years ago when Susan's father
and Miss. Jordan started hooking up. It was hard to
stay friends when your parents were fucking. Harder
still when you weren't allowed to talk about it with
anyone else.
It wasn't that Miss. Jordan was ashamed of sleeping
with her father, but both adults wanted to keep their
relationship out of the town gossip. Which was ironic
given that Miss. Jordan was the town's single biggest
gossip.
Grateful for the interruption, any interruption,
Susan grabbed her things stuffing them into her
backpack as she followed Miss. Jordan out of the
classroom.
"Your brother woke up." Miss. Jordan said as they
headed down the hallway. Just like that. He woke up.
No warnings just awake. Susan was overcome with
emotion.
"He's awake?" Susan asked in a mumble. She didn't
remember falling, but Miss. Jordan was helping her
back to her feet.
"And talking." Miss. Jordan said with a grin as she
quickly looked over Susan for injuries.
"What?" Susan asked, shocked. She felt the tears on
her cheeks and had to take a moment to brace herself
against the wall. The hallway seemed to be spinning.
"I called your father. He left for that job this
morning but he's headed back now. I made him promise
to drive safe." Miss. Jordan said. "Why don't you
give me your bag. My car's out back in the faculty
lot." Susan nodded and handed over the bag. At first
she did not think her legs were going to hold out,
but by the time they reached the exits she wanted to
run.
The drive was a blur. Susan was aware of moving but
not of walking as she entered the hospital. She knew
the route. She came here almost every day after
school since the accident.
She took the stairs like she normally did, two at a
time. Then it was down the hall past the elevators
and the vending machines. Next was the waiting area,
Mr. Mardon stood unnoticed as she passed. He was here
every day as well, waiting for his wife. They had
talked often over the months and even became friends,
but she didn't notice him today.
The nurses' station across the small hall from the
waiting room seemed busy but she barely nodded at
their hellos. Then she found herself only a few steps
from the door of his room. The memory of that night
was suddenly fresh in her mind. She had called him
for a ride because she was too drunk to drive. He
said he would come get her but hours later she was
still waiting. She had been angry with him thinking
that he had turned his phone off and gone to sleep.
When she reached the open doorway of his hospital
room she was unable to enter.
Her brother's bed was one of the mechanical ones,
currently it was angled up so that while his legs
were straight he sat almost upright. Megan was also
there, dressed not in her nurse's uniform but in
jeans and a tee shirt. Susan felt her face grow warm
with embarrassment. Megan was the woman she had first
fantasied about. The person the nightmares centered
around. She could hardly sleep in the hospital at all
now without having such vivid dreams that she woke
with soaked panties and strange desires that seemed
to linger into the waking hours.
"Are you just going to stand there all day?" Paul
asked softly from his bed. She felt the tears again.
She was by his side in an instant but she pulled up
short, afraid to hug him because of how frail his
body looked.
He was weak. A shadow of his former self. He had
never been huge, or cut, he never had the six pack
abs but he played football and basketball and
baseball. He was an athlete, or at least he had been.
Over the long months she had gotten used to seeing
him withered and sickly as he lay unmoving under his
covers. It was different now that he was awake and
talking. He looked no worse than he had yesterday yet
at the same time he looked so much closer to death.
His eyes were sunken into his face and she knew if he
wasn't wearing the gown she could see his ribs. She
had helped the nurses wash him and change him, and
roll him so that he did not develop bed sores.
"It's okay." He said. She nodded and hugged him
gently. Even being as careful as she was she heard
him grunt.
"I'm so sorry. So sorry." She wept onto his shoulder.
She stayed like that until she heard the sound of
running feet in the hallway.
"Oh god!" She heard her father say from the doorway
as he rushed over. He embraced the both of them. For
the first time since their mother had died she heard
her father cry.
"It's okay. It's fine really." Paul was struggling to
say from beneath them. Susan was still crying but she
pulled back when she felt her father do so. It was
fine. It really was.
"Can you ever forgive me?" The question burst from
her lips. She felt her father's strong hand on her
shoulder.
"For what?" Paul asked. He seemed genuinely
surprised.
"If I hadn't been drinking..." She blubbered.
"It wasn't your fault." He said surprised when he
understood. She knew it was though. It had all been
her fault.
"But I..." She started again but her brother shook
his head.
"It wasn't your fault." He said slowly. He meant it.
He seemed to mumble something else she could not
hear. She suddenly felt empty. It wasn't a bad
feeling, it was just an emptiness. She felt somewhat
in shock.
"Thank god son." Their father said into the silence.
"Could you give us the room." Their father said
politely to Megan. She nodded and started to leave
but Paul reached out a hand to her.
"She can stay. She was one of the reasons I woke up.
She read to me and I heard her." He said. He was not
bothering to hide the emotions in his voice. She
smiled down at him and reached out and patted his leg
just above the ankle.
Susan felt her body respond as if the young nurse had
touched her that intimately. Her father cleared his
throat.
"We are just so glad you're awake son. For a while
there the doctors..." His voice choked up. Paul had
been pronounced legally dead at the scene of the car
accident. When the ambulance carrying his body
arrived at the hospital there was another accident in
the parking lot. A drug addict who had just robbed
the hospital's pharmacy at gun point collided with
the ambulance as it was turning into the parking lot.
They hit hard enough to knock the ambulance off
balance and tip it on its side.
The thief had started shooting then and in the
aftermath many people were injured including the two
paramedics who were driving Paul. One thought to
relay that the patient they had in the back had
already been pronounced dead. Someone from the
hospital had hooked the defibrillator up to Paul's
chest unaware that he had been dead for almost ten
minutes.
They somehow restarted his heart, a simple act that
doctors would later declare the first miracle.
Sixty hours later the doctors said he would never
come off life support. After ninety they explained
that keeping him hooked up was only a waste of money.
After three weeks of agony her father had made the
unenviable, but inevitable decision. Susan stood by
his side, tears silently streaming down her face, as
the doctors pulled the tube from his lungs that let
him breathe. She watched as he was meant to die.
The next breath he took, without the tube was a
pitiful thing. His chest hardly moved at all, yet the
doctors had said it wouldn't move. They said it
couldn't. Then as it rose feebly again the doctors
silently shared a look. By the forth breath it was
clear his lungs were getting stronger. By the tenth
the doctors were scurrying around. The moment of
despair turned into one of impossible hope. Paul was
fighting to stay alive.
After ten minutes he was breathing normally and the
doctors were dumbfounded. They ran their tests and
doctors flew in from around the country. Five days
later they told them that although the boy's
breathing was a miracle keeping him on life support
was pointless as he was brain dead. Their words fell
on deaf ears though for her father's faith had been
renewed.
They sold the house to a couple who were moving into
town to start a family. Her father's second great
love just behind his late wife, the '68 Mercury
Cyclone 428 Cobra Jet sold to a guy who drove over
eight hundred miles with a flatbed to pick it up. The
furniture and TVs sold in an auction they did not
attend. Her mother's jewelry went to a pawn shop.
They canceled cell phones and cable subscriptions.
Susan had even taken all her books, the only friends
she could count on growing up, to the second hand
book shop. They lived on mac'n'cheese and baloney
sandwiches while they scraped by, waiting and hoping
that Paul would have another miracle.
Her father who had traveled a lot before, was hardly
ever home now. He went from one job to the next with
no breaks. His record so far was sixty-one days
straight. And those were sixteen hour days working as
a pipe-fitter all across the country.
She lived alone and took care of herself for the most
part. It was why she spent most nights in the
hospital with her brother.
They lived in the trailer park near the old apple
orchard now. Their neighbors were lay-a-bouts and
drunks. Their place had been broken into three times
but they had nothing left to steal. Anything with any
value was either in her father's truck, or her
backpack. They were hurting for money but her father
would not pull Paul out of the hospital. And now it
seemed as if his gamble had finally paid off. No
doubt this would mean that another swarm of doctors
would come through in the hopes of figuring out why
he was still alive. They did so every few months
anyway but now that he was awake it would be far
worse.
She was smiling down at her brother when she realized
she was just waiting. He was talking to Megan who
still stood at the foot of his bed yet Susan could
not seem to make out what was being said even though
she was standing at his shoulder.
"What's going on?" She asked. He turned to look at
her. He smiled and said something but all she could
hear was a slight buzzing in her ears.
She closed the last page and set the magazine down on
the small table beside her. Her father was still
reading his magazine. Mr. Mardon was sitting on the
opposite side of the room looking at her oddly. She
had an odd half remembered dream of where he had
talked to her but she had not responded.
She stood up confused. For a moment she did not know
where she was, but then she recognized the small
waiting room she had often slept in. It was far
better than sleeping on the floor in her brother's
room. The dreams she had about Megan seemed to be
more graphic in the privacy of his room.
Megan.
Her brother had been talking to Megan and then... she
was here. She looked down at the magazine next to
her. She could remember the articles inside. She must
have read it. She glanced at her father again but he
was still reading.
She tried hard to remember anything else but there
was nothing there. The only thing that was different
was an emptiness she could feel inside. She began to
study that and was surprised when the answer came to
her. She no longer felt guilty for her brother's
condition. Not at all. Not in the least.
She still felt guilty for the family's bleak
financial situation and the fact that her father
would never retire. She felt self-pity because there
was no chance at college now, but the guilt she had
felt for her brother's accident was completely gone.
Something was not right with her memory, but she
didn't seem to be able to think clearly about it. She
got up and started walking as she tried to piece
together what was wrong. She felt like she had the
pieces but that she was not seeing the connections.
She was walking towards her brother's room when she
considered speaking to him about it. She stopped. She
had been walking towards his room out of habit, it
was where she was always headed. Now that she wanted
to take another step toward his room though she could
not. It was as if her legs did not work. She started
to panic until she realized she could turn around and
walk back to the small waiting room.
She sat down in the chair she had recently vacated.
As she was sitting she noticed her father's brow was
still bent in concentration as he read Modern Bride.
For some reason only the choice of magazine seemed
odd, not the fact that he was reading it while her
brother was alive and well in the room down the hall.
She thought about speaking to Mr. Mardon but he was
gone, probably back at his wife's side.
She stood up. She could not take a step when she
wanted to go to her brother's room but once she
convinced herself she was only going as far as the
restroom she could walk normally.
When she exited the bathroom she found her feet
frozen again. She eventually convinced herself she
could walk past his room to Mrs. Mardon's room right
next door. Somehow walking there was okay.
She slowed as she passed her brother's room. The door
was closed but she could see through the small
window. Her brother was still laying down on the bed,
which was now flat. Susan was surprised to see Megan
had one hand lighting tracing circles on her
brother's chest and the other on his thigh as her
head bobbed up an down above his crotch.
Susan knew she should feel shock, or rage, or at
least disgust, but she didn't. Instead she felt an
intense building orgasm. She watched as her brother
slowly moved his hands to the back of Megan's head.
Susan felt her orgasm arrive just as she saw her
brother's thin arms force the nurse down on his cock
as he bucked his hips upward.
His body shook like a leaf in the wind and Susan
found she was no steadier as she forced herself to
walk to the next room.
The sight there should have surprised her but again
it somehow did not. Like an echo or a shadow the
events of her brother's room pantomimed in this one.
Mr. Mardon was standing beside the bed of his
comatose wife wanking on his member. He was breathing
hard and clearly concentrating on the task at hand.
Susan walked on unsteady legs lost in thought.
Something was very wrong here. She stopped when she
reached the stairwell. She turned around with the
intention of continuing to pace but when she thought
about speaking to her brother, her feet froze quickly
to the floor.
Her momentum carried her forward and she found
herself falling. She knew this was wrong but she did
not seem to have the ability to think clearly about
certain things. Her mind skipped off the thoughts
like a smooth stone off the surface of the water. It
was meant to sink yet it did not. Perhaps when her
mind slowed down she would sink into the solution.
She was on her hands and knees. She scooted a knee
forward to get in a better position to stand when she
froze again, this time for a completely different
reason. She dropped back onto her hands and crawled
forward a few paces.
Though something seemed to be wrong with her ability
to walk where she wanted she found she could adapt
around it if she didn't focus on the problem but on
other solutions. Walking seemed to be problematic.
Thinking about why seemed to make her thoughts hazy,
but even with all her problems she seemed to be able
to crawl forward.
She had to talk to her brother. She grinned as she
continued to crawl forward. She wasn't moving quickly
and it was a long hallway. She stood up and tried a
few things before she found she could skip forward
with no problems. She arrived at her brother's door
to find Megan sitting in the chair besides his bed.
They were holding hands as he spoke while Megan
occasionally nodded.
Susan opened the door to his room.
When Paul looked up at her he seemed surprised. She
sighed, she probably should have knocked. He needed
to hear what she had to say though even if it was
going to scare him. She skipped forward into the room
and came to stop near the bed. Both of them were
looking at her strangely.
"Megan would you mind giving me and my brother a few
minutes to talk in private?" She said.
Megan ignored her completely but when her brother
nodded towards the door the nurse stood up with a
smile and walked out.
"What..." He started. Susan held up her hand and he
smiled as he closed his mouth.
"Just try to stay calm okay." She said. She waited
for his nod before she continued.
"I think... I mean..." She sighed and shook her head.
"Just give me a minute." She said. She walked over
and sat in the chair that Megan had vacated. She
didn't notice that she had no problem walking.
They had always had a horribly honest relationship.
One her friends thought it was creepy how intimate
they were for siblings. They had been forced to grow
up quickly though relying mostly on each other. After
their mother died it was just them and their father
and he was gone most of the time. The neighbors had
raised them as much as their father had, which meant
they that mostly raised each other.
Paul had been the one to really talk to her about
puberty. She had cried on his shoulder after she told
him about losing her virginity to Steve Prad. He
taught her how to drive and fish and juggle. They
shared everything. It was still hard to say what she
had to say though.
"Don't say anything until I'm done. I'm not sure I
can finish if you start asking questions." She said.
Again he nodded silently.
"It started slowly. I just put it together in the
hallway but I think..." She paused trying to think of
how to say it.
"I think your feelings are bleeding over into other
people somehow. That you're making them do stuff."
She said. He seemed shocked. She did not notice
because now her thought process was moving along and
she would not have been able to stop talking if she
wanted to.
"I started feeling things for Megan before you woke
up. Sexual things." She said quickly.
"At first it only happened here in the hospital. Now
I think that maybe you were coming out of your coma
and attracted to Megan because she was the one caring
for you. So I think maybe your feelings for her were
bleeding over. When I would sleep here I would
dream..." She shook her head as she blushed. He was
looking at her oddly.
"Then you said accident wasn't my fault and I didn't
feel guilty any more. Not at all. Why? Because you
didn't think it was my fault. Then you wanted to be
alone with Megan for... I saw what she was doing."
She said blushing. He smiled again.
"Anyway." She said clearing her throat. "Me and dad
left. You just wake up. Apparently completely healed
when the best we had hoped for was a vegetable. And
we just leave? Like dad would leave for any fucking
reason! But you wanted us to leave, so we left. I
find I have read a whole freaking magazine before I
can even think straight. Worse I can't even walk to
your room. I can crawl or skip, but I couldn't walk."
She was breathing hard.
"Oh and next door! Next door there is an eighty year
old man trying to masturbate on his comatose wife."
She added as an afterthought.
Paul seemed to understand because he looked as
worried as she felt. Susan was trying to collect her
thoughts when he spoke up.
"What?" He asked. She started to explain everything
again but he stopped her and asked specifically about
the room next door. She explained again about Mr.
Mardon with more detail.
"That's not good." He said.
"No shit." She said thinking he meant the whole
situation.
"No I mean..." He looked at her for a while before he
nodded to himself.
"I told you and dad to leave." He said. "To read the
first magazine you found and if you finished before
you were sent for that you could get up and walk
around. You just couldn't walk to my room until I
sent someone for you. I told you these things with
what I'm calling my power." Her mouth moved but no
words came out. Her mind raced in circles going
nowhere.
"I gained enough control of my body to wake up
yesterday." He continued. "I had a long talk with
Megan. Something happened to me when I died. I had
this power over Megan even before yesterday. But when
I woke I tested it on the other nurses and doctors."
Susan was in shock. She found it hard to think at
all.
"I didn't say anything to the old man though. So his
actions do have me worried. And I did not know about
your dreams." He said with mild amusement.
"You dick." She said softly. More in response to his
comment about her dreams than anything else. His
teasing at least was something she could wrap her
mind around.
"I can make you forget this conversation if you
want." He said calmly. He didn't blink as he stared
into her eyes. He was serious. He had made her leave
by doing something to her mind so that she could not
even walk towards him. She shivered. He had always
tried to protect her, now somehow he was violating
her in a way that seemed somehow worse than rape. At
least with rape the attacker could never control your
mind. Your thoughts were always your own. The idea
that anyone could do what he was claiming disgusted
her.
"You're a monster." Susan said as she stood. This was
not her brother.
"I was awake the whole time." He said. She stared
down at him failing to understand.
"The whole time I was trapped in this body. I wasn't
able to move a muscle. I couldn't open my eyes or
scream. I lost my sanity in that darkness. Even now I
wonder if I am really alive or if this is another
twisted nightmare, another way my mind is trying to
cope with the darkness." His voice was flat but she
could hear the pain and terror behind it. This was
her brother reaching out in his own way. He always
had to be the strong one when they were growing up,
always had to make the tough decisions.
"Oh my god. I didn't know." She said as she collapsed
into him hugging him tight. He tried to push her away
but his body was too weak. Eventually he stopped
trying. Then the sobs came. He cried and cried. When
he eventually stopped she pulled away still holding
him by the shoulders.
"This is real. You are safe. I promise." She said.
More words followed. Comforting words that had no
real meaning.
Eventually she found herself sitting beside him with
silence filling the room.
"Don't..." She started but she didn't know what to
say.
She sat in fear and when he opened his mouth to
respond she pulled back slightly. He noticed. He
seemed to understand her fear.
"I won't tell you to do anything." He said.
"It scares me." She said after a short stretch of
silence.
"It scares me too." He said with a smile.
"You obviously found some benefits though." She said
thinking of Megan. Even thinking of the girl made her
grow warm with sexual energy. Then another thought
struck her. Her brother raped the girl. He was no
better than the cults who took in runaways and
brainwashed them into loving the leader.
"I didn't rape her." He said.
"You can read my mind?" She asked shocked.
"What?" He asked then shook his head as he understood
her question.
"No." He said. "I just know what you were thinking
because I thought about it myself. I did my best to
bring her back..." He hung his head in shame.
Susan was confused. She understood from his words he
had done something to Megan but she was growing
worried at what that had been.
"Let me call her in. She can explain it better." He
said. Susan nodded. He just sat there though and as
she opened her mouth to ask if he wanted her to go
get Megan, the nurse entered the room. She was
carrying a glass of water which she handed to Paul
before standing near the edge of his bed placing a
hand on his arm. She took the glass from him when he
was finished and placed it on the small movable table
near the bed.
"Could you please tell my sister what happened to
you. The best you can figure. Not what we discussed,
not my points of view on it, but your own. Your own
conclusions." Paul said sadly.
Megan smiled down at him.
"Of course." She said patting his arm. "Your brother
entered my mind. At first he came to me only in my
dreams. That was several months ago. He thanked me
for taking care of him. It was only dreams for a
while and I forgot them when I awoke, but I knew he
had been in them. They were normal dreams." She
blushed slightly but did not pause as she continued.
"They were normal dreams a lonely woman has."
Something passed over her face. A wave of pain or
displeasure. It was there and gone quickly.
"Then he started speaking to me while I worked. The
only way for me to respond was to talk under my
breath. He tried to tell me I could do it without
speaking but I could not make it work. I did not
respond. He began screaming at me... It was
unsettling." She said.
"She questioned her sanity." Paul interjected.
"I did." She said calmly. "Then he entered my mind
completely." She paused.
"It was not pleasant." She said. This time the
grimace of pain stayed on her face for a few seconds.
"I thought it was the only way I could exist. That
she was my only link to the real world." Paul said in
explanation to his sister. Megan patted him on the
shoulder not fully understanding what was being said.
"He allowed me to go through my routine at work but
he could stop me from doing things. Stop me sometimes
from even thinking things. It was like carrying a
small child on my back. He could see what I saw, hear
what I heard. I tried telling the shrink about it,
but he stopped me from speaking. Eventually he could
take limited control of my body himself. I remember
feeling his delight when he made my hand move." She
smiled down at Paul but he looked horrified.
"Eventually he tried to take my body from me. I
fought as hard as I could but I was losing. He tore
my mind apart. My body lay still in the kitchen of my
apartment. I thought I was dying. I gave in. He tried
to take control. There was so much pain. He kept
apologizing as he removed more and more of me. I felt
memories slip away. Knowledge. Myself." She paused
for a second before continuing.
Susan was horrified. Not only at the words but how
they were delivered. She spoke in a stead calm as if
she had no feelings one way or another about the
horrors he had committed.
"He could not take control of my body and remain tied
to his own. Nor could he occupy my body without fully
removing me from it." Megan said calmly.
"I did not know if it would work even then." Paul
said to his sister. Megan patted his arm again in an
affectionate way.
"He told me he was giving up. That he would try to
repair as much of me as he could but that he did not
know how well I would be. When it was all over I had
missed ten straight days of work. Though I had eaten
fruit and drank water I was extremely weak. He had
managed to make a phone call telling my boss there
was an emergency and that I had to leave the state.
When I returned to work I could not perform my
duties. I did not know... things." She said somewhat
confused.
Susan remembered vaguely that there was a time when
Megan was not caring for him, but that was some time
ago. Longer than a month and she had come back to
work afterward.
"Then he reentered my mind. He informed me that what
he had learned from my mind was helping him rebuild
his own. I spoke with the shrink and was put on
temporary leave. They let me still come to work and
do the job of porter. I looked after Paul of course
but my other duties were given to more capable
people." Her eyes were welling up with tears but
there was no emotion evident in her voice.
"I would never be a nurse again." Megan said. A few
tears ran down her cheeks and dropped from her chin.
She did not seem to know she was crying.
Megan opened her mouth to continue speaking but Paul
interrupted her.
"I broke her." He said painfully. "I cut parts of her
away. There was no putting them back. I was able to
work on my own mind because everything was still
there. More in fact. You could not believe how
complex the mind is. My eyesight problem? Gone. I
have perfect photographic memory now. Not only now
but I can remember most of my old memories perfectly.
I've learned how to change the memories in others
though most of the time I don't need to, I can simple
order someone to forget. I don't seem to need to
speak to give commands to Megan but it helps focus my
thoughts. I have always needed to focus though even
when I spoke to the doctors and nurses yesterday.
That's why the man next door worries me."
Megan turned and left the room. Susan watched her go.
She pulled her eyes away when they dropped to Megan's
tight rear end.
"I'm sorry about that." Paul said. She turned and
looked at her brother.
"I can't read your mind but... It's kind of like a
smell, or a cloud of color. I can tell when people
are thinking about sex or other things though sex is
the easiest to identify. I did not mean to make you
that way. When I learn more I might be able to fix
you." He said.
"It has to be because you were so close to me. My
thoughts about her must have bled, as you say, into
you."
Megan entered the room with Mr. Mardon.
"Please take a seat sir." She said kindly.
"Would you mind waiting outside." Paul asked Susan.
Susan got up and walked outside. She stepped back
inside. Paul smiled.
"Just checking." She said with a weak grin.
Once she was outside though fear gripped her hard.
She had a hard time making it to the waiting area
before she dropped heavily into the chair besides her
father. He was still struggling to read through the
material he did not care about. He was more than two
thirds through the extremely thick magazine.
She could not come up with something to say to her
father before Megan arrived.
"You may come visit Paul now." She said.
Her father let out a long sigh as he stood. He
discarded the magazine and rushed back into the room.
Susan followed.
To be continued...
Next time, Paul is abducted from the hospitable (no
not by aliens!) and Susan finds herself in the odd
situation of looking for someone she can't quite
remember.
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Please feel free to email me with comments or
suggestions (keeping in mind I have 17 chapters
written already so plot suggestions might be better
left for latter chapters.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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