Mind Control Book 3 (Club Wars)

Mind Control 14

Mind Control 14

A short story by Alvin Atwater

Continued a few weeks after story 13...

Demand, Love, Kindness, and Hate. These are the four legal Iyan gemstones that Gemini barged into my life some time ago. Hero, Seduction, Evil, and Colorless are the illegal gems that were created way back when in secret, supposedly with a purpose to combat the main four. Or evil Iyan dictators. The creator of the gems is supposedly someone or something named Gonto...The World's Eraser. This is all utter nonsense, so let's just ignore all of that. It was some dude hundreds or thousands of years ago, end of story. In other words, I'll cross the bridge when I get there. It took some hard convincing to get the Black Star group to just let me be—I needed time to think. They vanished for the time being with a silent promise to return.

Gemini attempted to embarrass me. She held a chocolate cherry to my lips in hopes of feeding me in front of the entire club. Never mind the project Kate assigned us while she put the most difficult case on hold. Everyone's eyes were on us, some grins, awes, marriage jokes, and somewhere among the crowd, I heard, "Gemini and Matt sitting in a tree." I wanted to find that guy and just drag his face through some mud.

"For the last time, Gemini, I—" the whisper didn't finish because my mouth was wide enough for her to shove the candy in. It actually wasn't that bad, a little sugary for my tastes—hey! The club cheered, Gemini grinned, and I finished chewing the chocolate before glaring. PDA is embarrassing to me and Gemini knew it. That's why she couldn't stop.

"Your blush is so adorable," she said, her voice squealing at the end. I wanted to look at the sky and scream, "what has science doneeee? Or kill me nowww." Instead, I endured the abuse. This was better than being controlled by Iyan gemstones.

Brandon looked happy, chatting up a storm with Rachael. They've got into some kind of weird trading card game lately, based off a famous show, and wouldn't shut up about it.

"Can we just focus on the assignment," I said to my group. Gemini kissed me, igniting the cheers and the tree guy again. Before things could escalate any further, Kate finally returned. I've never been so happy to see our sadistic twat of a president. The cheers vanished as others twirled back to their work, unwilling to invoke the wrath of Kate. She came over to our table.

"So, what can you tell me about it?" she said. "Any fancy magic tricks?"

I glanced at the plastic elephant statue resting on the center of the table. It was about six inches tall, standing on two legs, wearing a gold fedora, ripped with muscle, and painted in a way that looked as if it was made of stars.

"We really didn't get much done," I said. "You leaving is like a teacher stepping out. The class or in this case, club, start acting like monkeys."

Kate sighed. "Well, don't just sit there, get to work, research it. It was found in the latest Iyan burial site."

"We really should stop disturbing their tombs," I said in an even tone, while shooting a blank glare at her. Kate poked my cheek.

"You let the archaeology club do their jobs, lover boy," she said. "Club funding doesn't come cheap."

Of course club funding is the goal... I didn't bother arguing any further, reaching for the stupid elephant thing. Gemini swiped it just a millisecond before I got my hands on it. Perfect. I knew she'd fall into my trap—there's no one better...that thought froze. Oh god. Gemini with an Iyan object is bad for me. She was getting antsy again, despite how much fun our dates surprisingly were... Okay, maybe not surprising since we've known each other since childhood. But details aside, she showed signs of wanting to use Iyan magic on me again like the "good" ole days. I had other ideas in mind—and that didn't involve getting tortured by the monstrosities.