The Fantasy Trove

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m not continuing my report just for your entertainment. If I were, there would be a lot less fluff before the action, and I wouldn’t be as honest with some of my descriptions. Hell, I’d try to make myself be a hero or show what I could do with my powers, instead of showing what I truly became. No, I’m writing this because I want to make it perfectly clear how events really happened. I didn’t start out as the monster I am now. The mess I’ve created for myself is one of my own creation, though I tried to be good in the beginning. If you read the previous parts, then I hope you can see how I tried not to use it. I knew it was dangerous. I knew…. And yet, here I am, spilling my guts to the internet of the things I’ve done, or made happen because in the end I failed. I failed so many because I was too weak to resist the sweet siren’s call of this power.

They say that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I can attest to that. Everything I did, I tried to do for the better, only to realize my mistakes afterwards. I thought I was making things better, not just for me, but for the world…. I thought wrong.

Many of you will think this is just a story. If that allows you to sleep better at night… Well, if only I could be so lucky, knowing what I know. They’re after me, and one day they’ll catch me. When they do, I’ll lose it, and there is no telling what they’ll do then. I hope they sleep less at night, knowing that I’m putting this information out on the internet, where it may never truly disappear. But I will need your help also. Spread the word. Let others know what I tell you, so that those that are after me will fear that their secrets are revealed. I know what kind of sites I’m posting this to. I chose these sites because I know what filters the agency uses to scan the internet for information about them. Porn and erotica sites are low on their criteria. If I’m lucky, they won’t find this before you do. So please, spread the word as soon as you read this. Get the truth out there before it’s deleted.

I’m not giving this report to make apologies for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep as it is. I’ve made mistakes, but those that deserve my apologies are already dead, or are no longer able to care.

What you are about to read is as accurate as my memory can serve. You’ll see that I don’t even paint myself in the best light. I’m doing my best not to be biased and to give you the unvarnished truth. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The guilty, including myself, can go to Hell.

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Mind Writer Report 4

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So be honest with yourself here. Are you still reading my reports because of the sex involved, or is it due to the truths I’m revealing to the world? I don’t care why you’re reading, as long as you do. The way I see it, if you’re reading this then the truth is getting out there. I just want you to be honest with yourself. That’s a lesson I still struggle with.

Not a lot happened over the rest of that weekend, other than some mind blowing sex. I will note that the only parts of me that entered Kristina’s lower region were my fingers and tongue. For some reason I couldn’t fathom—despite my incredible powers—she was reticent about having actual intercourse with me. No, I won’t go into details about that right now. It has nothing to do with the overall purpose of this report. Just wanted you to know where things were in that department.

Sex wasn’t all that happened, though, as I had the rest of my family to consider. I made sure my daughters were well taken care of, and I didn’t use my powers at all. I didn’t need to. Everything seemed right with the world. My daughters enjoyed playing games with Kristina, and took to her being in the house as though she were a new friend.

I probably look like a terrible father. I let my girls play on their computers all the time, and seem preoccupied with sex and gaming. No, I have never entertained, nor will I ever entertain the idea of molesting my daughters. If you’re reading this hoping I went there, you can stop now. I am… was very protective of my girls, but looking back now I see that I was also very permissive. They were well behaved, and I was happy so long as I was able to get my own relaxing in. I spent some time with them over the weekend, playing board games, or watching Marvel movies. Aubrey did her own thing, watching her own shows, and Kristina spent her time between both groups. Deana spent most of her time in her room, either sleeping, or watching television. But in truth, I spent most of my free time either screwing my wife, fooling around with Kristina, or playing video games. In short, I was having a great weekend!

I could tell that Deana wasn’t the happiest with how things were going between Aubrey, Kristina, and myself, but she didn’t say anything. I learned later that while she didn’t approve of the lifestyle I was currently living, she saw that her daughter was happy. As long as that remained true, she wouldn’t interfere.

My daughters didn’t notice much, other than their mom seemed to be happier, and they were allowed to play on their computers a little more than usual. They also enjoyed having Kristina around, who was interested in their latest triumph, or what car they were choosing to race, or why this upcoming game would totally rock, if only their dad would buy it for them.

I didn’t get to play on my computer as much as them, though I was able to squeeze in some time to kill supermutants and make the Commonwealth a little safer.

I debated on calling in sick on Monday, but when it comes down to it I really do love my job, despite the idiots. I also had the van for the vanpool, so the other three men would be left without if I didn’t go in.

My alarm went off all too early in the morning, and I had to disentangle myself from two lovely ladies. Aubrey tried to pull me back down, but I managed to get away with quick pecks on the lips. I was super self-conscious about my breath. As I got dressed, I heard Kristina mutter something about my snoring, but I ignored it. Technically, I hadn’t asked them to sleep with me. I just reaped the benefits of it.

I took a shower, the first one alone all weekend. When I walked back into my room, I was happy to see my two women cuddling together, Aubrey acting as the big spoon. I dressed quietly, before heading down to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast.

I’ve mentioned before I’m not the fittest man alive, but I try to eat healthy. Breakfasts during the work week consist of oatmeal, dried fruit, a scoop of protein, and chia seeds. Why did I tell you that? No clue. But now it’s one more thing you know. Perhaps it was all the extra calories burned during sex, but I looked a bit skinnier that morning.

I headed for the front door, but Kristina stopped me at the stairs. “Aubrey told me to give you a kiss before you go.”

I couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across my lips. “And do you do everything my wife tells you to do?”

“Only those that I really want to,” she smirked back. She lifted up on her toes, and our lips met. Her tongue danced across my lips, the stud hard as she forced it between my teeth. I felt her hands groping at my rapidly firming crotch. It wasn’t until I felt cool air on my ass that I realized she was undoing my belt and freeing my cock. “As much as I enjoy kissing you, this was the kiss I wanted to give you before you left,” she stated with another smirk. Before I had a chance to stop her, she dropped to her knees and swallowed half my thickening member in one go.

It took all of my willpower not to release a powerful groan as I felt her tongue swirl around the delicate rim. I’m the only one in the house that gets up this early, but the last thing I needed was for one of my daughters to walk out and see Kristina’s dark head gobbling my schlong. Or worse, for my wife to see it and remember the time when Kendra gave me a BJ in the driveway.

That thought sobered me up, and I reached down to pull Kristina’s sweet lips away. It wasn’t easy. The woman knew her way around a fuckstick, and she’d gotten plenty of opportunity to figure out what I liked over the weekend.

“While I appreciate the gesture, I’ve got to go to work,” I whispered to her. Something made me look up, probably sensing my wife, and sure enough, she was standing at the top of the stairs. My heart sunk as I realized we’d been caught. “Babe, I didn’t know she was going to do that,” I sputtered, feeling guilty though I know I shouldn’t have.

“Have a good day at work,” she said as she descended the stairs, a smile on her pretty face. I did a quick search of her surface feelings, and saw that she wasn’t angry, and only the slightest bit jealous. In fact, she seemed quite happy. She gave me a quick kiss, tongue and all, before adding, “I made her a bet that she couldn’t get you to cum before you left. I love you.”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt in my mind that her words and feelings were true. I was on cloud nine, thinking everything in the world was perfect… All up until I reached the van and started it up. My stomach twisted as I pulled away from my house and saw both women, an arm around each other, smiling and waving on the front porch, despite the frigid cold winter morning.

That wasn’t my wife, I realized. Oh, sure, she still had all of her memories, but the way she thought and acted wasn’t the woman I had married. Aubrey never would have shared me with another woman like she had that past weekend. She never even got up before I left for work. I had changed her into a different person. I had done the thing I was so scared to do, and the worst part of it… The part that really made me want to vomit, was that I knew I wasn’t going to change her back.

I was happy in my marriage. She was happy. That had to count for something, right? Right?! I don’t know why I’m asking you. Even as I write these words, I wonder if I would have changed anything, if I knew then what I know now. Or would I have kept the same path, and acted differently in other ways to save myself the heartache? I’ve said it before, but hindsight is 20/20.

Okay, enough with the depressing crap. You’re not reading this for that anyway.

One by one I picked up the other men for the vanpool.

“Where’s that woman?” Chief Frump asked as he entered the van. “I was hoping to be able to admire her this morning.”

I felt a stab of jealousy at his words, but had to remind myself that as far as they knew, Kristina was a coworker, not my lover.

“You scared her away with all you talk of regulations,” I tried to chuckle. “She said she’d get the forms filled out, and then start riding when she could.”

“Me and my big mouth,” Frump sighed. “Shep, you make sure to process her forms as soon as you get them. It’ll be nice to get a little diversity in here. Especially one that looks like her.”

“She’s young enough to be your granddaughter,” Shep teased the older man.

“Maybe… But none of my grandchildren look that good,” Frump replied. “Besides, I don’t plan on doing anything with her. Just looking. My wife would kill me if I did anything else.”

Mine would have killed me a few days ago, I thought with dread. I didn’t dare say anything in response to their banter. I couldn’t be certain what would come out.

I pulled through the security gate, and backed the van into its spot. Lost in my own thoughts, the building probably could have exploded without me noticing. My body was on autopilot as I entered the complex and walked to my office.

“Good morning,” Holton greeted me as he shoved things into a box. I automatically held my lungs as I walked past, so as not to smell his breath.

Something in his tone pulled me from my dark thoughts. Looking up, I saw he was packing up his desk.

“What’s going on?” I asked, hoping to latch onto something else to occupy my troubled mind.

He shook his head and refused to look me in the eyes. “I had drill this weekend.” For those that don’t know, drill, or drill weekends, are when the National Guard and Reserves do their monthly training. Not every unit drills the same weekend. Holton and I are in different units on the military side.

I knew right away what was wrong with him. “I thought you were working out,” I said. “What happened?”

“I failed my APFT.” Okay, another military term. APFT stands for Army Physical Fitness Test, and every year we have two. If we fail one, we’re put into remediation. We have one year to pass one, or risk getting booted from the military. I knew this test was Holton’s last chance. If they kicked him out of the military, he lost his job at the Help Desk. “I thought I was ready, also. Then they made us run outside for the two miles. It’s like they wanted me to fail! It was so cold.”

Part of me wanted to commiserate with him. Running two miles in the middle of winter, in the mountain valleys of northern Utah wasn’t a good way to test those already struggling. On the other hand, Holton had had a year to improve, and despite what I’d said, he hadn’t been trying very hard. The worst part was that he was a skinny kid, and should be able to run two miles in under seventeen minutes. I know there’s a lot more that goes into running distances besides a person’s weight. I had struggled in the past to pass the run, so understood the dedication it took to build up the stamina. Dedication that Holton lacked.

It occurred to me that I could warp Holton’s mind to make him more health conscious. Maybe I could even get him to brush his teeth more often. It wouldn’t do him any good now. If he was packing up his desk, then he was already out… Unless I used my power on his unit administration, and made them change their mind.

I shook my head to get rid of those insidious thoughts. Wasn’t I just brooding because of what I’d done to my wife? And now I was willing to abuse my power for a coworker that I couldn’t stand within five feet of without retching?

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said when the silence started to draw out.

“Well, it’s not like you could do anything.” He sounded defeated, and I had to wonder what made him use those words. Did he have memories of Kristina controlling him last Thursday?

“Um, yeah,” I said, knowing how lame I sounded.

“I mean, you’re a senior NCO and all…” He finally looked up and met my eyes with a hopeful look. “Maybe you could tell them what a great job I do here, and they would let me stay in a little longer?”

I knew I could do that very thing, though not in the way he was meaning. I have to admit feeling a bit of relief that he didn’t know what I was capable of.

“It doesn’t work that way,” I told him, trying to hide my relief and sound as though I was on his side. “If your First Sergeant and Commander have decided you’re out, there’s nothing I can do.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sounded as though I’d let all the air out of his birthday balloons.

Captain Chadwin walked in next. “Got the next box ready?”

“Uh, yeah, almost,” Holton replied, and threw a few more things into his box.

Chadwin looked up at me, and I could see that he was sad that we had to let Holton go. Specialist Holton might not have been the best worker, or the cleanest smelling, but he performed better than another coworker. Chadwin had a big heart, and I knew he’d be sad to let Holton go.

“Luthe called in sick,” he told me. “Seems his grandma died again, or something.”

“That’s his fourth or fifth grandma,” Kenneth said as he entered our shop. We all chuckled at that. That may seem cruel to you, but it truly was a common thing for one of Luthe’s family members to die about once a month or so. Perhaps the man’s family was cursed, but it was a running gag that he was reusing the excuse.

It occurred to me that perhaps the large and lerpy man took the day off for another reason. I remembered the way Kristina shut down his ego, and didn’t know if he was strong enough to come in and face us. I also remembered Kristina’s comment about him crying at his desk. At the time I decided that he was a big boy, and didn’t need me worrying about him.

I went about the office, making the coffee and my oatmeal. I tried not to make eye contact with Holton as he finished packing, though I did shake his hand on his way out. By then it was seven a.m. and time to get into the calling queue. Except that with Luthe out, and Holton gone, I had to go to the front desk.

I mentioned in the first report that I’m not a fan of working at the front desk. I debated on asking Kenneth to take it again, but was never the type of person to shirk my responsibilities. With a groan, I grabbed my computer and walked up front. I cursed Luthe for taking the day off. My turn was before Kenneth’s and I wasn’t happy about doing it again so soon.

Memories of last Thursday assaulted me as I walked through the imaging area and into the front. Kristina had stood right there as she tried to take over my office. Chadwin, Holton, Kenneth, and Luthe had stood just over there. I remembered the light that’d shined in Kristina’s hand as she tried to steal my mind. Did my hand shine like that when I used the power? So far I hadn’t tried using it intentionally, and couldn’t be sure.

A knock on the front door pulled me from the past. I glanced at the clock, and saw that I should have opened the door a couple minutes earlier.

I turned on the television as I ran past. It was already tuned to the news; the only programming we were allowed to watch up here. Opening the door, I was surprised to see a very attractive blonde and a large black man, both in suits. They weren’t in Army uniforms, but very expensive looking, dark black suits like you’d expect the Secret Service, or some covert agency to wear.

“Sergeant First Class…” the woman stopped speaking to look at my name tape on my chest. “Barnaby? May we come in?”

I was a bit taken aback by the woman’s brusque attitude, but put on my I’m not annoyed. No really, not in the least face. “Sure, come in.” I propped the door open and moved around to the back of the front desk. “Sorry for opening late. How may I help you?”

The two people studied me for a second, and I thought I felt a tingle run down my spine, but dismissed it. I was just having jitters from memories of last week. I also wasn’t used to such an attractive woman looking at me so earnestly. Don’t get the wrong idea here. I thought Aubrey and Kristina were both very beautiful, but this woman was stunning in a way that surpassed them. All except for her eyes, which were colder than any glacier.

“We’re looking for a young woman,” the large black man said, then cut off at a glance from the blonde.

It was obvious to me that the woman was in charge. Despite her beauty, I felt there was something off about this lady. At first glance, she was stiff and businesslike. As she turned from her partner to face me, a warm smile spread across lips that could only be described as kissable. Her tongue flicked out to lick the corner of her mouth as though to wet her lips, but it seemed erotic, somehow. I can’t tell you how thankful I was right then, that Luthe wasn’t there. Her voice was sultry as she spoke. If I’m going to be honest—which I’ve done so far despite how bad it might make me seem—I would have popped a chubby right there if not for the sex fueled weekend. Sure, Kristina had gotten me all hot and bothered that morning, but compared to her, what did this woman have to offer beyond a seductive smile?

“Please?” She asked me with a slight saddening of her smile. “My sister was seen here last week, and the guard up front mentioned that she was looking for the computer people.”

“Maybe,” I hedged, wanting to help her out. “What did she look like?”

Her return smile was dazzling, filled with brilliant white teeth between her soft red lips. “I would be ever so grateful if you could help. She ran away, and we’ve been so worried about her.” Despite her melodramatic words, I could see that she was truly worried for her sister. Her sharp blue eyes captivated me. They were so deep, and shined with… with… something I couldn’t define, but knew that I wanted to search them for answers. “She’s actually my little half-sister, so we look nothing alike. She has long black hair and is a couple inches shorter than me. She’s been getting in with the wrong crowd lately, and has a lot of ear piercings. Please tell me you’ve seen her.”

My mouth opened to say that I had seen her, and that she was at my house right then. At the last possible second, the gears in my brain started moving again, blowing away the fog of lust and desire that surrounded it. “I… I would like to say I’ve seen her,” I managed to mumble out. I hoped the woman would take my stumbling words as reticence to disappoint her, and not a struggle to lie. “Someone like that would stand out around here.” I tried to chuckle as I waved my arm to indicate the type of area this was.

“I’m sure someone as smart and cute as you wouldn’t lie to me,” the vixen breathed. “Could someone else have seen her here?”

I tried to think fast, but my mind felt like it was in fifth gear, trying to climb a steep mountain starting from a slow speed. Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t concentrate enough to figure it out.

“I… don’t know?” I asked, instead of stating. I knew I didn’t want this beautiful woman to walk away from me unhappy, but I didn’t know why. If only I could think clearly! With a monumental effort of will, I started building a fortress in my mind, trying to find a free spot to get a few thoughts in.

“You don’t?” The lady licked her lips. Oh, how I wanted to taste her lips as well. Maybe if I told her where Kristina was, she’d let me kiss her. I wondered if she kissed the same way Kristina did. I didn’t see a barbell in this lady’s tongue.

I’d bet she couldn’t give head as good as Kristina. Or my wife.

I blinked a couple times as the last bricks of my mental defense fell into place, and I could think almost clearly again. This lady was using some sort of power to cloud and seduce me. I wondered if she was part of the group that Kristina mentioned. The one that killed the man she got the power from. If so, they were dangerous.

“No, I’m pretty sure I would know if I’d seen a woman like that,” I tried to sound dazed as I spoke. I didn’t have to try very hard. Just for good measure I added, “Is she as beautiful as you?”

I’m not sure if my acting skills sold it or not, but suddenly she seemed disinterested in me.

“Is there anyone else here who would have seen her?” The well-muscled black man spoke up. I noted the blonde grimace, but she kept her eyes locked on me.

“No,” I lied while still trying to sound confused. “I was the only one working up here last week. I’m pretty sure I would remember. Are you her boyfriend?” Really, I should win an Oscar for that performance.

“Dammit!” the man swore. “We’re wasting our time here. This guy doesn’t know anything.”

“Shut up, Mueller,” the woman snapped, though none of her anger showed on her face. She was scary good at controlling herself. I felt her influence try to batter at my mental walls as she addressed me again. “Are you really sure you haven’t seen her? It would mean so much to me if we found her.”

I opened my mouth and tried to let a little drool seep from the corner. “Gah… uh, you’re pretty.”

She glanced up at the security camera we have in one corner. For half a second, I panicked. If she controlled someone to be able to watch the security footage, I was screwed. I had no doubt she was stronger, or at least more skilled, than me with the power. When Kristina tried to overpower me, there was an obvious pressure on my mind. This woman had slipped through the cracks, and I almost succumbed to it.

Then I remembered the cameras were nothing more than props. They broke down a few years ago and with all the budget cuts, it hadn’t been replaced.

“Can I have your number?” I had to force myself to ask as I continued to pretend to be smitten with her. “To, uh… call you if I happen to see her?”

I watched her blue eyes sharpen as she regarded me. I managed to push a little more drool from my mouth.

“We’re wasting time,” Mueller said. “We need to find her and finish this.” I didn’t like how final that statement sounded.

The lady looked away from me for just a moment as she regarded her partner. When she looked back, she grimaced. “I don’t suppose he’s worth taking. A little chubby around the waist, and a bit old for my tastes. His mind was too easy to influence, though I noted some initial resistance.” I felt insulted, but did my best to keep it from my face. I couldn’t control my age, and I tried to work out.

I blinked and looked around. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what I was doing. Something tickled my chin, and I swiped at it. My hand came away coated in drool. What the fuck? Had I fallen asleep standing up? I hadn’t even been able to do that at basic training.

Okay, so some of you reading this are going to wonder at this point how I was able to write that previous portion, when it’s obvious at this point that I forgot all about Agents Alaneese and Mueller. The explanation is coming up. Just as in the previous report, I wrote from their point of view. Don’t think I made a mistake. I know what I’m doing. You’ll see how my memory was restored, and how I knew of their previous actions when I get to that part. For now, my daring readers, trust me. Know that I am trying to write these reports in a way that is easy to follow, and trying to avoid flashbacks.

I glanced at the clock and was shocked to see that I should have opened the door fifteen minutes ago. I went to step around the counter, but stopped when I saw it was already open. Even the television was already on, showing the cable news program. Had someone opened it for me, and left me dozing on my feet? I hope no one took any pictures.

Willing to face the music one way or another, I walked to the back. The coffee was done brewing, so I poured myself a cup. No one said anything to me. No one even looked at me.

Confused, but relieved, I went back up front. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, but couldn’t place it. It made the day go by slowly, and I won’t bore you with the details. I dealt with people, and thankfully they were cheerful and I only had one problem customer that doesn’t need to be mentioned in detail here. She was one of those that did the complete opposite of what I told her, and got frustrated with me because she failed to follow simple instructions.

The day ended, and I headed for the vanpool, the sick feeling still sitting low in my stomach. This time I wasn’t late, and only Sergeant Colton beat me to it. He looked around as I jumped into the driver’s seat.

“I take it that lady hasn’t filled out the paperwork yet?” he asked me.

“You know it takes a few days,” I said, wishing I had come up with a better lie. “She didn’t come into work today, though. I don’t know what’s going on with her.”

If I was lucky, no one would go into the Help Desk and ask after her, or mention her. Somehow that thought made the twisting in my stomach worse. I was starting to feel anxious about getting home. Every minute I waited on the rest of the riders gnawed at my patience. Finally, at four thirty-one, Chief Shep arrived, and I pulled onto the road.

“What’s the big rush?” Chief Frump asked, as I zipped through traffic.

“Huh?” I asked as I checked my blind-spot, hit the blinker and changed lanes. “Oh, uh… Got a hot date tonight.”

“On a Monday?” Shep laughed.

“Easier to get into restaurants,” I said, thinking fast.

“Well, don’t kill us to get there,” Frump replied.

“Sorry,” I apologized and slowed down. As soon as the last one was dropped off, I sped for home, hoping no cops would catch me. I wasn’t worried about a ticket, but was concerned with the time it would take to get past being pulled over.

I was surprised to see Deana beat me home. I barely paid her SUV any mind as I rushed into the house.

“Hey dad,” Julie greeted me from the loft where her computer was.

“Daddy!” Kary yelled a second later and came running down the stairs to give me a hug.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked my daughter.

“Mom?” Kary asked and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

My stomach dropped. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I was certain my wife was in danger.

“They went shopping,” Deana yelled from her room. By they I assumed she meant Aubrey and Kristina. Deana came out of her room as she continued to speak, leaning over the banister to do so. “They were going to get her clothes from Kristina’s ex, but she said she didn’t want to see him yet. She thought it might be a good idea if you went to help protect them if he got violent.”

It took me longer than it should have to understand what she meant. I’d all but forgotten the lie we’d given as to why Kristina was staying with us. This is one of the reasons I hate lying. It’s too hard to keep track of all the false tales.

“They decided she needed more clothes and amenities than what she has here,” Deana went on, ignoring my silence. “Speaking of which, can I talk to you up here?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, wanting to do nothing more than call my wife and make sure she’s okay. I couldn’t figure out why I was so worried.

I took off my military boots before heading up the flight of stairs and into my wife’s and Deana’s room. The older woman waved me to close the door, and I did so, worried about what kind of conversation was going to happen that she didn’t want my daughters out in the loft hearing. Not that they were likely to hear with their headphones on.

“What are your plans concerning that woman?” she demanded as soon as the door closed.

“I… I don’t know,” I told her honestly. “I didn’t plan on any of this when I invited her to stay last Thursday.”

“Didn’t you?” she asked, and edge to her tone.

“What?” I asked, shocked by her implied accusation. “No! You know how much I love your daughter. I saw someone who needed help, that’s all. Everything else just… I don’t know. I didn’t plan for any of that to happen.”

“You didn’t try to stop it either,” she said, her voice calm and somehow accusing.

“Yes I did,” I snapped. How could she say that? She hadn’t been there. I’d tried very hard to stop it… In the beginning. After that, I’d enjoyed every bit of it. “Aubrey practically pushed me into Kristina’s arms. I didn’t try to get things to happen the way they did. They just did.”

“That’s not what I saw when my daughter came running out of your room, sick and crying, while you and that women were naked.” There was no mistaking the look in Deana’s cold blue eyes. She was angry at me, and had the wrong idea. I had no doubt that if she knew the full truth, she would be more than furious with me, but it rubbed me wrong that she thought something of me that wasn’t true… Well, not entirely true, anyway.

I’d like to blame it on the way I’d felt all day, or the injustice I felt at her anger, or how I was itching to take control of this situation. Without even taking a second to think it over, I raised my right hand, and willed my power to take charge. This was the first time I’d done so intentionally, and I noticed the light that seeped between my splayed fingers as I exercised my will.

Deana had enough time to say, “What the…” before her face went blank, and I had one more spot in my head filled by a woman.

I hadn’t locked the door when I came in, but I turned and did so now. The last thing I wanted was for one of my daughters to come in with a question. They knew to knock before entering any room with a closed door, but better safe than sorry.

Turning back to my mother-in-law, I debated on what I was going to say. It was already too late to regret my decision. What was done, was done. I respected Deana a lot. She sure as hell didn’t deserve to have her mind or personality destroyed. As I thought through what I was going to do, I gave her the same keywords as I had the other two women. I left out the part about asking nicely, and left my commands at just the trigger words.

Questions I had often wondered concerning Deana burbled to the surface. Now seemed like a great time to get some answers.

“Deana, why do you back me more often during arguments between Aubrey and me?”

“I don’t,” she said, her voice that annoying flat tone. I waited for her to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“What do you mean, you don’t? Please explain.” Yeah, I know… Even when I have someone under my complete control, I’m still polite.

“I don’t back you more often,” she stated. “I simply state what I see. I often see where you’re coming from, and know how to explain it to Aubrey so that she’ll understand. I also know how to explain her to you. I don’t take sides.”

That… actually made sense. I’d always looked at it as her taking my side more often, but I could see how she felt otherwise. My ego demanded that it meant I was right more often than my wife, but at that moment, I couldn’t be sure.

“What do you think of my relationship with your daughter?” I asked next.

“I think that up until recently, you were a great man, and a loving husband. You had your issues as a couple, but I never doubted that you loved each other.”

“Did you know she was still talking with Bill?” I had to know.

“No.” One word, but that told me all I needed to know there. I decided that I needed to have a face-to-face with Bill, and he deserved to have some of his personality changed. I pictured him as a crossdressing homophobe, going to a gay bar, and that put a smile on my face.

By the way, many people have the wrong understanding of homophobia. Homophobia is the fear that you have homosexual tendencies. Not that you’re afraid of homosexuals. Just wanted to make that clear. Now when you hear someone say, “No homo,” you can laugh at what they’re really saying. Does anyone say that anymore, or am I that old?

To those reading this report, I think I’d better explain something. It may seem like I had made a quick switch from hating the power, to being willing to use it. I didn’t use it over the weekend, but that was because I didn’t need to. However, after a weekend of enjoying the spoils of my accidental controls, I was a lot less reticent. Perhaps this power came to me for a reason. As stated, I’m not religious, but maybe there was a God, and he—or she—had a plan for me. Maybe I was meant to use this power for good. Hell, I could become a freaking superhero! As long as I didn’t become the Purple Man. If you don’t know who that is, look him up. I don’t have enough time in this report to explain every side reference.

Those were my thoughts at the time as I considered my change in disposition. I know better now. I hope there is a God out there somewhere. One day I hope I meet them, because that deity has a lot to answer for. Afterwards, I’ll go and languish in Hell where I belong.

I looked at Deana with a critical eye. She was a good woman. She’d always been kind and fair to me, until this afternoon. She also looked like my wife’s older sister, but with a boob job. Call me a pervert—because I am—but I always wondered what her tits looked like. I’d felt them against my chest when I hugged her, but that was it. I could find out what they looked like right now, and she’d never know.

I opened my mouth to give the command, when a tiny hand knocked on the door.

“Dad?” Julie asked. “What’s the plan for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, coming back to my senses. I hadn’t put Deana into this trance to molest her. “I’ll head down in a minute to figure it out.”

“Okay,” I heard from the other side, then I heard her get back on her computer.

I turned back to Deana with a different resolve. “Deana, when I pull you from this trance, you will remember nothing from when I placed you into it, though my commands will remain with your subconscious. You will no longer worry about the relationship between Kristina and me. Your personality will remain intact. You will always know that I have your daughter’s best interests at heart. I love her.” I paused for a second, running everything back over in my mind. An idea occurred to me, and I figured now was the best time to ask. “Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to say to me or ask me, but been to embarrassed, or uncomfortable to say?” I’ve always been interested to find out what people really think of me.

“Yes,” she replied without any hesitation. I waited for her to continue, but she remained silent.

Trying not to grind my teeth, I asked, “From now on, you will never feel like you need to keep anything from me. You will always be honest and blunt with me. What was it that you haven’t told me?”

“You have a really nice cock,” she enlightened me. “It’s not the longest I’ve seen, but it looks plenty thick.”

When I asked the question, I swear I didn’t have anything sexual in mind. I only wanted to know what she truly thought of me, or if there was something she was too wary to say to my face. After hearing her words, I was tempted once again to see her tits. They were right there, only a shirt and bra separating them from my gaze.

“Daaaad!” Kary shouted. “I’m hungry!”

My eyes flit from the door, to Deana and back before my conscience reasserted itself. With a shake of my head, I muttered, “I aim to misbehave.” I unlocked the door as Deana blinked. “I’ll make sure to treat your daughter properly,” I said.

“Oh… um… yeah,” Deana sounded confused as she sat on the edge of her bed. The anger that had sparked in her eyes only a few minutes ago now shown with confusion. “I know I was angry with you a moment ago, but now it seems like such a small thing. I have no doubts that you’ll treat Aubrey well. You always have her best interest at heart.”

“I’m glad we could have this talk,” I said. I waited a second longer to see what she might say.

“I’m hungry. Want some help figuring out dinner?” She stood and stepped closer to me.

I opened the door, and let her pass by. “Sure. I’d appreciate it.”

She stopped as she came parallel to me, and turned to face me. “You smell. You should probably shower tonight.”

I grimaced at her blunt commentary. Aubrey had complained that my uniforms tended to smell, but this was the first time anyone else had ever commented.

“Will do,” I said after a slight pause. Perhaps hearing exactly what someone wants to say about me isn’t always such a good idea.”

“Are you going to cook dinner now?” Julie asked, her young voice filled with enthusiasm.

“Give me a moment,” I replied with a touch of exasperation and went downstairs. After digging through the fridge, freezer, and pantry, I decided to make spaghetti. Deana started making marinara sauce as I got the water boiling.

I heard the garage open as I dumped in the angel’s hair pasta. Somehow I’d forgotten my earlier anxiety until I heard my wife returning. In a rush, I dropped the empty box on the counter and ran for the garage. Opening the door, I watched as my wife backed her car in. The car had barely stopped and was still running when I opened the door, leaned in and hugged my wife. Seeing her safe and unharmed relieved the tension that’d built up throughout the day. I still couldn’t say why I’d felt the way I had, but was thankful to see my ladies weren’t in any trouble.

“I could handle getting greeted like that every time I get home,” Aubrey crooned as she hugged me back. “Especially after I just finished spending your money.”

“I’m just hoping I get half that much affection,” Kristina laughed as she stepped out.

“I don’t know why, but I was worried about you,” I told them with complete sincerity.

“You were?” Kristina asked as she approached us. “Why?”

I pulled her into the hug as well. “I just said, I don’t know,” I replied. Then my girls made it downstairs, and were hugging my wife as well.

“Dinner’s burning,” Deana shouted from the kitchen.

“Shit!” I swore as I let go and ran for the stove. It wasn’t until I got there that I realized that you can’t burn boiling water. I looked at my mother-in-law, confused why she’d lie to me about the status of my cooking.

She winked at me. I kid you not. Her lips turned up in a slight smile, and she winked at me! I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why she would act like that. I hadn’t given her any reason to flirt with me, nor any commands to that nature. It took me but a moment to separate her mind from the other two in my head. While there were no direct thoughts, I managed to piece together enough to figure out her motives.

In her mind, she was helping me out. I couldn’t understand the complete mechanics of her thought process—perhaps because I’m a guy—but it boiled down to me not doting too much on either woman. Perhaps it was something like, always keep them wanting more. I don’t know. To this day, I still don’t understand the way women think, despite having many of them in my head. Men are so much simpler.

Dinner took a few more minutes to finish cooking, and we were all sitting around the kitchen table. Adding Kristina to it hadn’t been a problem, as the table already had six chairs, and the prior-prostitute sat in the last one. It also happened to be next to me, as my wife sat on the opposite end, her mother on her right, and my girls alternated between the seats on Aubrey’s left and one of the two next to me. Now, instead of one empty seat by me, both were filled.

Kristina wasted no time rubbing my leg with her foot once I sat down. I’m usually the last to sit down, as I make sure everyone else has what they need, before I dish mine up. I also tend to eat the most—likely why I’m not the skinniest guy in the world—and don’t want to take away from my family.

When I glanced at my wife’s plate, I recalled that spaghetti wasn’t her favorite food. She’d eat it, but her plate was a bit sparse.

My girls spoke of their day at school, while Kristina’s foot worked up my leg, and finally to my crotch. I know for a lot of guys, this would be a turn on, but after the last few days, it did next to nothing for me. At least, not through my uniform, which I was still mostly wearing. I could sense her frustration growing with my lack of response.

I did my best to respond to my family as they spoke. I won’t bore you too much with the mundane details. Julie had a test that she passed. Kary claims she didn’t learn anything new. Deana’s day was thankfully uneventful. And my wife cleaned the house. Oh, they used a lot more words to tell me all of that, but you get the gist. Kristina didn’t speak, concentrating on getting me hard.

Kristina’s other foot joined the first just as I tried to swallow a bite. I ended up coughing as some lodged in my throat. Of course the horny little minx got a kick—no pun intended—out of that.

“Are you okay, honey?” Aubrey asked, a look of loving concern in her eyes.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

“Wrong pipe, huh?” Kristina mocked me with a nudge to my hardening crotch.

I thought of about three or four choice responses, but before I could say anything, the doorbell rang.

I grimaced as I looked at my food, and hoped that whomever it was, they wouldn’t take long. I’m not a fan of eating cold dinners when I can avoid it. I’ve eaten too many in the military already.

The front door isn’t very far from the dining room, but apparently it was far enough for the person at the door to get impatient and ring the bell again.

“Yes?” I asked, working hard to keep my voice level as I opened the door. If this was a solicitor, or missionaries, or….

I felt my face go slack as I saw a gorgeous woman and a tall black man, each in suits, on my doorstep, their breaths misting in the cold air. Memories of that morning flooded back into my brain and I swear it felt like my heart either stopped, or started beating so fast I couldn’t tell one beat from the next.

“Hello, do you—” the man started to say, but was interrupted by Kristina and my wife.

“Who is it?” Aubrey asked, coming up behind me. Our houseguest was at her side, and if I’d had any doubts that these two were after Kristina, they vanished in an instant.

Before I could move, or think, or do anything but stand there like a big gaping idiot, two pistols—complete with silencers—appeared in their hands and fired. I’m not sure what surprised me more: the sudden and immediate violence, the two very loud bangs—despite the silencers on the weapons—so close to my head, or the fact that I felt no pain other than the intense ringing in my ears.

The two people rushed past me, guns still raised as the entered my house—my house!—without being welcomed. I think that may have been what snapped me out of my shock. I thought they were there to kill my family. I didn’t even take time to see how badly I was shot, and acted on pure instinct.

My hands shot up and I grabbed the backs of their suit jackets. At the same time, I felt my power release down both arms, all of my fear, anger, and concern empowering my ability and slamming into them with the physical contact. They froze where they were as two new people appeared in my mind. Despite being wrapped up in my willpower, I could sense their fear. In fact, the woman, Alaneese, somehow had enough mental fortitude to swear over and over again inside her head. She felt she’d screwed up somehow, but at the time, I didn’t know how.

I could tell my wife was screaming, but I couldn’t hear her. She was bent over Kristina, and it was only at this point that I realized I hadn’t been the one they were shooting at. Kristina lay on our floor, gasping for breath. Two dark spots stained her shirt, one at her left breast, and the other to the right of her navel.

It’s strange the things I recall now as I think back to this moment. I remember how cold the air was as it flowed in from the still open door. I can picture with perfect precision that look of fear and terror as Kristina tried to tell me something, but I couldn’t hear it. And yet, I can’t remember moving to her side, or ripping off my shirt to act as a useless bandage for her wounds.

Aubrey told me later that I somehow cut away her shirt without pulling or tearing it. She claims I just ran my hand down the middle and it separated. I do remember that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but sex was the furthest thing from my mind as I looked at the two bleeding wounds.

I’m no medic by any means, though the army has taught me the basics of field triage. From the way the hole in her chest was bubbling, I knew it’d pierced her lung. It was going to have to be the first one I took care of. I looked around, frantic for a piece of plastic, or something smooth and flexible that I could try to seal the wound with.

That’s when my eyes landed on Alaneese and her partner. I could feel the woman battering at my control, trying to break free. Rage like I’d never felt before raced through my veins. I didn’t forget the woman I was trying to save, but I felt a wave of cold go through me as her partner, Mueller, analyzed Kristina’s condition. He was weaker than Alaneese, but still possessed enough of his own mind to think freely, even if he couldn’t move.

…seen wounds like that before, his thoughts came to me. Even if he patches her up, she’s still dead… bullets fragment upon entering… He must possess the Animperio now. Only way he could have overpowered us.

Alaneese’s thoughts weren’t nearly as clear, as I felt her pushing against the shell I’d somehow placed around her mind, and sang show tunes. I’m not kidding about that last part. I didn’t know then, but I know now that this was a method of keeping me from seeing her thoughts.

Writing this now, I can’t tell you what gave me the idea, or what made me think to do it. All I know is that I did something so heinous and evil, that the secret organization I told you about earlier usually strips the mind from anyone who is caught doing it. At least, those that survive doing it. Of course, I didn’t know that then. I only did what I did because I thought I was saving Kristina.

I knew my wife was saying, or screaming, something, but I still couldn’t hear right. I don’t know who in Hollywood thinks that silencers only make a small thewshing noise when they’re fired, but I can tell you from experience that when they’re fired close to your head, they’re plenty loud.

I stood and grabbed Alaneese by the throat. The action startled her long enough for me to break further into her mind. Without releasing her, I slammed her onto the floor next to Kristina, forgetting in my wrath that I abhor violence against any woman. My left hand went to Kristina’s sweating forehead, and I dug deeper into her mind than I’d ever been before. My eyes closed as I pictured both minds as amorphous floating clouds before me. I could see everything that made up each person. Every personality quirk, every memory, everything was there at my disposal. Thoughts, memories… And entire map of who and what they were was held in my grasp.

Alaneese tried to throw up walls to stop me, but it was too late. I knew what she was going to do, even as she tried. I was like a full-grown adult batting away a child’s attempt to grab their nose. I was a bull ploughing through chaff.

Kristina’s cloud was red and tinged with pain and terror. Little flashes of lightning sparked here and there as thoughts raced through her head, but those flashes were getting weaker.

Alaneese’s cloud was bright with constant flashes of thought, but there was a growing sense of dread as I took complete control. At this level, I could make her do or be whatever I wanted, without having to say anything. I was in complete control of every bit of her mind.

My imagined hands reached into each mental cloud and gripped them at their core. With as much gentle care as I could manage, I pulled at the very essence of their being, seeing and knowing everything about them all at once. For a moment, the three of us become one.

Their memories, feelings, hopes, thoughts, fears, and everything about them tried to overwhelm me. I felt like I was dipping my arms into molten ice, or perhaps it was a frozen inferno. I know that doesn’t make sense, but that’s how it felt within that mental space. One of the other stories on this site call it a Mens Mundi, which is Latin for mind space, or something like that. Regardless, it felt like both of them were trying to scour my mind, and overwhelm me; Kristina from fear of dying, and Alaneese from fear of being erased. Well, I was only going to let one of those things happen.

I rushed to throw up my own mental blocks to keep us separate, but not before a little of each of them made it inside of me. That’s how I knew what happened the other day on I-15 with that trucker, as well as what happened after they left me that morning. But it’s also why I didn’t know a lot of other things right away.

By the time I felt secure enough that I wasn’t going to be swept away in the torrent of their minds, I could feel Kristina slipping away. Without fulling grasping what I was doing, I gripped both cores again and crossed my imaginary arms, trading their places.

Kristina’s mind was now on my right, and the female agent’s mind was on my left. Alaneese’s cloud gave a few bright sparks of shock, and then faded out, disappearing from my Mens Mundi. Yeah, I like that term. I’m going to steal it. I doubt Zerg Rush, or Sselxuyt, or DBs_Bro—whichever name he’s using on whichever site you’re reading this on—will mind.

Kristina’s mind remained dim, but didn’t grow any darker. I waited for the space between three heartbeats, which felt like an eternity in there, to make sure before I opened my eyes.

Kristina’s body lay still, her chest not moving, though blood still seeped from her wounds. Alaneese’s body lie next to her, eyes closed and sleeping without dreaming. My wife, who was still cradling Kristina’s dead body stared at me as though she’d never seen me in her life.

My ears must have started working a little bit, as I could hear my daughters crying in the kitchen, their grandma trying to calm them down.

Speaking of calm, I no longer felt enraged. It was like a large silk blanket was laid over my emotions, smothering them out. I was numb. I was also drained, as I realized when I tried to stand up. It took me a couple tries before I was sure that my knees would stay under me. My arms didn’t want to work right either.

I turned to see Mueller, eyes wide, staring at me. There wasn’t a single thought going through his head. I needed to change that, but didn’t think I had enough left in me to dive into his mind like I had the other two women.

I lifted my right arm, or tried to. My left arm rose instead. It took a bit of wobbly concentration before I could place my thumb on his forehead. I didn’t know if touch was necessary, but after what I hoped I’d just done, I figured it couldn’t hurt.

“You’re going to answer all of my questions,” I ordered him, feeling my command sink into him, even though I could barely hear my own voice. “You’re going to do nothing that will endanger my family, or cause any harm to anyone, including yourself. You’re going to be open and honest, and tell me everything I want to hear. You will not resist me. You will obey me in everything I say. Your mind is now mine.”

I saw his lips move as soon as I released his body back to his control, but he spoke too quietly for me to hear over the constant ringing. It didn’t matter. His questioning thought was clear enough.

What the hell are you, Master?

Staring at the man, I felt my blood run cold… or rather, colder. Here I was, a white man glaring at a black man, and I’d made him my slave. No matter how you looked at it, I was in the wrong—morally and emotionally—and I knew it.”

“You are not my slave,” I told him, trying to make myself very clear. I waited for him to nod. “But you will answer my questions. Why are you here?” I asked. My voice had an empty tin call sound to it, but still managed to sound exhausted. At least I could hear it a bit. I was surprised at how quickly my hearing was returning to normal, but had other things to worry about right then.

Once again his lips moved as he pointed to Kristina’s inert body, but I couldn’t hear him. To retrieve the Animperio in her after killing her to weaken it.

“You have to kill her to weaken…” I trailed off, trying to remember the term he’d used. I’d mentally heard the word, but it had twisted in his mind as he thought it, making it impossible for me to understand it.

He rushed to answer me, either afraid of my wrath, or simply to please me. I’m not sure which, since the only thoughts in his head were the words he spoke. At least this time when he spoke I managed to understand and slightly hear him.

“The Animperio is the mental ability to control other minds. If it is taken from a dead person, it weakens. But if it’s passed on from someone living, it gets stronger. We needed to kill her before it gets too strong.”

“What happens if it gets too strong?” I pressed, feeling my anger resurface as he callously mentioned killing Kristina. Her life meant nothing to him. Worse, she probably was nothing to him. Just an assignment. A set of orders to squash a fly before it became annoying. I felt my rising anger seep into the dark man, and his face grew confused, but still his thoughts only mirrored his words.

“I… I don’t know….” He shook as my anger increased. “It’s above my pay grade. I don’t even know if Alaneese knew.” I felt a rage begin inside him, fed by my own emotions. “She treated me like I was less than scum. Well, I wasn’t the one demoted for building my own harem. I was only following orders, and I did everything that was asked of me. I was true and loyal. But she still treated me like I wasn’t worth the paperwork it would require to kill me.” He glared at Alaneese’s motionless body. There was no way for him to know that I had swapped their minds, or souls, or whatever I had gripped ahold of.

I raised my right hand… or rather my left hand raised as I pointed at the man and spoke. “Who are these people that you were true and loyal to? Who callously ordered her death?”

“I—” he started to say, but choked off. His eyes bulged as his lips moved, but no sound came out. I could hear his mind try to form the thoughts, but all that came through was static. His face darkened, and I realized he was choking, unable to speak the words that would answer my question.

I debated for longer than I should on releasing him from that question. It would serve him right to choke on the words of who his bosses were. Choke and die, unable to do anything else. He’d meant to kill Kristina, and all because she happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. But I couldn’t kill someone who wasn’t currently threatening me, or my family. And despite how short a time Kristina was with us, she was almost like family now.

“Never mind. Don’t answer that.” I waived my right—no left—hand to negate my previous question. I took a moment to think, worried about the lack of control over my arms. I forced both arms down to my sides, and looked at my hands. I crooked the index finger of my left hand, and watched as my right index finger obeyed. What was truly unnerving was that it felt like my left finger moved.

A movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention. Kristina—I hoped—in Alaneese’s body moaned and brought her hand up to her head. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, before her hand fell back down and she was unconscious again. Aubrey glared at her before going back to crying over Kristina’s inert body. I wasn’t yet ready to confirm what I’d done to Alaneese and Kristina, so let my wife be. All I knew was that there was an empty spot in my mind, where someone had once been.

I turned back to Mueller and debated how to proceed. Some shadowy group had control over this Animperio power, and who knew what they were doing with it? The world wasn’t a better place… Hell, it wasn’t even a nice place. And here was this team sent here to kill one girl. Why weren’t they out there taking down tyrants and despots? Making the world safer? Righting wrongs, and all that? They could be superheroes…. And it appeared they chose to be villains instead.

Sure, I hadn’t gone out and done any of the good stuff either, but I was one person. I didn’t know how big this other group was, but they obviously had power. And knowledge.

I thought through my next statement very carefully. “I don’t want you to reply verbally. Just nod or shake your head to answer me.” I waited for him to nod. “Are you allowed to say who you work for?” Shake. “Are you allowed to write down who you work for?” Shake. “Are you allowed to take me to them?” Again, a shake. “Are you allowed in any way, shape, or form to reveal to me who they are or where they are.” Emphatic shake.

“Why do you want to find them?” Aubrey demanded of me through her tears. “They killed Kristina. They’ll kill you also. Don’t let them find us! We should run.”

“I agree with Aubrey,” Deana stated. “We should call the cops, or leave… But we shouldn’t go after them! Think of your family, Jared.” Somehow I’d forgotten about my mother-in-law. She had my daughters upstairs, and she was leaning over the banister to talk to me. When had she gone up there? Last I knew, they were hiding in the kitchen. Too much was slipping away from me, and I needed to focus.

What she didn’t understand, and couldn’t understand, was that I was thinking of my family. We could run, but the fact that they’d somehow tracked Kristina all the way here meant that they could track us anywhere. The police would be useless against them and their power. The only option was to face them head on. People who had power, only respected others who either showed they also had power, or were good enough at faking it.

Well, I had power. Mueller just told me that this power gets stronger each time it passes from a living person to another one. I don’t know the official count, but I know the guy was still alive when he gave it to Kristina, and then I forced her to give it to me. If they were afraid of it when Kristina had it, didn’t that mean I was more powerful than they were expecting?

If only there was a way to ensure they didn’t see me coming… Some way to get to them, without them knowing I’m on my way… But Mueller can’t take me there, or reveal anything about them…

But what if Mueller didn’t know he was taking me there?

The beginnings of an idea formed in my mind, just as Alaneese’s chest lifted off the floor, back bowing in what looked to be a painful arch. Her face grimaced, and she fell back. It happened again, and I could barely make out the sounds of buzzing over the still ringing sound in my ears.

When it stopped this time, she sat bolt upright, eyes wide and lungs heaving.

“Holy fuck that hurt!” she exclaimed, eyes wild as she looked around. Everyone was on guard, even me. Was this Alaneese, or Kristina? I wasn’t sure, and couldn’t make sense of her thoughts to verify. “Who’s doing all that yelling, and what happened?”

We all stared at her, except Mueller who was still looking at me. No one was yelling...






Sorry for the super long delay on this report. Life has been super hectic, and finding the time to write this has been nearly impossible. I hope you enjoy this installment, but please understand the next chapter may be months before I can find time again. I only wish I could see the future, and know what's in store, but things don't look to be getting any easier. please know that this story is not dead, and I DO plan on continuing it as I have time.

Aubrey

Kristina

Alaneese