Brainwashed

Kill All Your Friends

     Missile was out in the car. She feels it's safer in there than in the Diner. I've never yet found out why. I watched her sleeping in the car from the Diner doorway. Somehow, I felt like I had partial control over my body. But still not my voice. I walked back inside and sat at a table. I thought about what Ghoul was saying that night before. I felt he hated me; like I'm some stranger that just walked into their lives from outer space. Shit. This can't be good. I'm hearing a voice. The same one that told me I was "fine." It was a bit fuzzy, but I heard what I hoped never to hear.

     "…zzz…Ex…terminate…Them…"

      I knew it was going to happen. I knew it was. And I knew I would listen. I got up from the table, unwillingly, to find Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet sleeping in their cots. I glanced over to a small table that had Jet's gun on it. I thought over and over again, "Fuck no. Fuck no. Don't do it. This isn't you, Poison. This isn't you!"

      But it was no use. My hand reached for the gun, smoothing my fingers over the trigger. I looked back at Kobra, Ghoul, and Jet, peacefully sleeping in the abandoned Diner.

      "I'm…sorry…" I tried to whisper.

      Three gunshots resounded through the building as I fell to my knees.

      "Your job is done…Poison…now…extermin…ate yourself…"

      I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wasn't sure if my friends were dead, but if I had to shoot myself I knew I would be. I slowly raised my gun to my chin. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't exactly have a choice.

      Something happened. Something about me had changed. It was right when the fourth gunshot sprang to life. I turned and saw Kobra behind me, lowering his gun as he started talking.

      "Fucking BL/ind…taking control of my brother…ha! I knew you weren't yourself when you started agreeing with me!"

      "Thanks. But I have a question. How were they controlling me?"

      Kobra silently bent down to the ground and picked something up. It looked like an earpiece with BL/ind written all over it.

      "Fucking bastards," I replied.

      "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now."

      "But what about Jet? Ghoul? I shot them, Kobra. They're dead," I trailed as my voice started to crack.