How Not To Be Evil

2. My Mother Really Don't Know Best

My hostage had started screaming bloody murder halfway into the night. It would seem to my tired brain that it affected genders differently. George's intake made the poisons affect almost instant. Although he did drink it, whereas it was meant to be injected into the bloodstream. I was trying to get to the limbic system if I could control what people felt I could inadvertently control what they did. Jess just happened to in the right place at the right time. Well, for me at least. The ECG had gone off the charts, and after she started to convulse nearly ripping out her IV. My eyes now steadily bore on her as she lay motionless. The beep-beep machine had now shut up. The screen black as I dropped the plug onto the floor. It had gone so well.

Just another body to add to my growing list. I was scratching my head at what went wrong. We had the right dosage for her body size. It wasn't deadly until a few weeks in, which I had terminated by animal testing. So what was different. There weren't any outstanding medical issues nor any recent head injuries. I began wrapping the cable around the pole and pushed it out of the room. Another fail, maybe my mother was right in trying to get me to marry Edward. But what was I thinking, I knew Edward, he could be even worse than me. It would also ruin my resolution of not letting him control me. That had happened enough when we were dating. That was an absolute shitstorm. I had followed him around like a little puppy. Until he asked that question, I knew my mother had asked him to do it. I swore I'd never bow to my mother's request for marriage. So I decided to end things with him, but now my mother had brought him back in the hopes I'd still have feelings for him. It was ridiculous, and I won't change my mind.

I slowly looked up at Jess's still body, "Why can't things ever go right for me?"

"Because you're a failure. Just like your father, he was always a weak man." my mother sneered. I ran my tongue against the back of my teeth in annoyance.

"Yet you still married him. Still said I love you almost every night." I began to stand up.

"Your brother would have never failed." her voice was starting to grate.

"The insult's getting old mother. Besides who left you and who stayed? Just be grateful I'm still here 'cause you're pushing my patience, and I will walk." I threatened. I knew I could never walk away from her, but she didn't need to know that. She huffed and pulled her fringe away from her eyes. God, I hated that woman. I walked away from her and into my study. Edward sat in my chair. "Heavens above, can no one leave me alone!" I gruffed. Turning out of the room, I heard my mother scream.

I stormed back into the medical room. I noticed my mother on the floor. A gun pointing at her head.

"I was not expecting this. Jess put the gun down." I ordered, she shook her head.

"What did you do to me?" her voice trembled. I shuffled my way to the main computer, "Now, Jess I can help stop this, but you need to step away from me and put the firearm down. She cautiously did so. Wilson had soon entered the room and stood readily behind Jess. A security plan in case she tried anything. I logged onto the computer. Bright screens surrounding me, I went into the special app. I had recently edited how it would have worked, and now I could put it to the test. I began to code the tiny bots in her bloodstream to engage and move towards her head. Once I had reached the limbic system. I started to type furiously into the keyboard. One by one, my code was carried out by Jess. Simple moves like raising an arm or walking. I got her running and fighting as well. I started to toy with her emotions, making her hate herself but adore George. It was all so fascinating. She started to sweat, and the ECG I had plugged her into screamed as she crumpled to the floor. "Shit, Richard place her on the bed and get the electro shocker ready." we were ready to shock her. I grabbed the handles of the pads, "Clear."

The shocks when through her and she shook. I was now glad my brother had made me take that medical course. It had not only saved my life but others. Because I hated people dying. Because it meant I had no control, only when I killed them was it alright for them to die. Who didn't want control over their life?

My mother and I had made an agreement if I turned 28, and hadn't married or been succesful, I would marry a man of her choosing. And my birthday is next week. I had been pushing it back, but if I couldn't bring Jess back to life, then I'd be shackled to a man I wanted nothing to do with. Bringing Edward here was her pushing me towards this match. The thoughts and worries ran through me as I pushed three more shocks into Jess's body before she suddenly took a breath. I looked at George as he sighed. I wasn't a failure, but by my mother's standards, I was anything but.

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