The Lab Directions

Initiation

Power coursed through us. The new feeling was strange but pleasantly. We didn't try to fight it; not at all. Instead, we fell down the well of power. Cool, dense and soft. A nest of comfort wound its way around us, however it was going to be a nest of thorns for them.
It would be mere seconds before they noticed the change but that would have to do. The rare appearance of a choice was presented to us. The choice: don't kill them or kill them. It was pretty obvious, but we had to weigh the odds. It wouldn't take long, our neurons fired like a snake striking its prey. We were the so called doctors' prey. Powerless, sedated, numbed. They got too cocky.

They would pay.

Our eyes flashed to the electric plug, then to the vials of our blood. Our blood. The blood they took and took from us. The potion must have severally suppressed our emotions. The slight movement of our eyes and the tensing of muscles went unnoticed.

Cut the electricity and there would be no evidence. Nothing for them to use as propaganda against us. Nothing to make us look as criminals. Nothing to alert them of the change in hierarchies, immediately.

Perfect.
This time we meant it.

Mind control wasn't that hard. We metaphorically expanded the field of our mind. It was like a map and their minds popped up as place markers. So many, there were so many minds in this place. More than we had anticipated for but we hadn't made a solid plan, it could and would change. Adapt. Easy to say, harder to implement. We picked the mind of the closest doctor. It was like picking apples. This doctor had a very flimsy mental barrier. It was easy enough to spear through and control.
Repeat and repeat.

All the minds in this room were under our control, their minds pliant under our bruising fist. One squeeze, they would fall and then it would be their blood that coated these white walls. We wouldn't clean it off.

Some might call this sick.
Some might berate us.
Some might say that we stooped to their level
But they weren't the ones who endured it. They weren't the ones never got to feel. Choices, helpless and used.
Their level was even lower.

Thing was, we didn't care. Not as we ordered one of the minds within our sway to shut down the guns trained on us and block the cameras. The doctor walked out the door, blank eyes. Movements robotic.
We could track his mind on the map. A red dot in the mass of white and black dots. Before we had controlled the doctors, their minds had been white. Mundane, normal. No spark. Nothing of interest. Just plane and boring, whereas the black minds, shimmed with secrets.

2, 5, 6 minutes later. The sound of cogs turning, guns sliding and cameras flickering echoed through the building. The lights flickered. It had been done.

Guns disabled. Cameras blacked out.