How Not To Be Evil

5. West Of The Gun's Barrel

AN: Hiya! I've just wanted to finish this for ages. It might be slightly triggering to some as there is some violence in the end. Hopefully, it shocks you and makes you think slightly! I kinda loved writing this ending...

I zipped up the green dress at the side, and I looked in the floor to wall mirror in front of me. The dress was made out of a thick velvet that changed shades in different lightings. The fabric was perhaps too thick for the humidity of the island, but I looked stunning. I took in the cut out that lay just beneath my bra. It was certainly worth the money I spent, and now at least I knew the council would be looking at me. They wouldn't be looking at my face, but it was certainly better than nothing.

I touched upon the red lipstick and tied my hair up messily in a chignon. I looked over at the clock, ten minutes. I grabbed my black blazer from its seat on the chair, and I walked out of the grey room. My nerves and heels clicked to the same rhythm. I rubbed my hands together before opening the door. Its' handle creaked ever so slightly.

I sat on the stool and opened my laptop slowly. I brought up the PowerPoint with all the statistics. Running through the slides to make sure everything was correct, I noticed my mother and Fred enter the room. I had already placed Jess in the centre of the room.

I joined the video call and began speaking, "Gentlemen, I am Emma Yard, and this is the process of mind control. The date is Saturday the sixteenth of July and the time is 12:00a.m. here in Perth. With the test subject being a healthy young woman of 25, Jess Hartneck." They all nodded, telling me to continue. "Hartneck was injected with a 500ml dosage of the product at 9:00p.m. Thursday the fourteenth of July. About five minutes after the injection, the subject lost consciousness. It was later at around 3a.m. on the following day that she regained consciousness. Each subject will go into anaphylactic shock after twenty-three hours after the initial injection. It is possible to resuscitate the patient and maintain control. There is evidence that over-ordering in the initial hours can induce these fits. After that, you have complete control over the subject until the forty-eighth hour where the subject loses control of their body and brain and suffer from a severe stroke." I began to wave my pen around as I spoke. And showed them the graphs and statistics of both the experiments on Jess and the animals.

I looked at my wristwatch, "Gentlemen, as we approach the forty-eight-hour, I would like you to special attention to Jess and her reaction to the product." I turned to motion Wilson onto the stage, "This is the male test subject who swallowed the product five minutes earlier before Hartneck, he shows no signs of change in health, and there have been no changes in control over him." I looked at their smaller faces on the screen, some were hung in disbelief, "I will give the order to Hartneck to kill Wilson a minute before her own death."

I turned and gave her the order. I removed myself from close proximity to the shooting range. I watched the two of them stand there. Fred was tapping his foot and wringing his hands. Jess on the overhand was completely still. She wasn't even blinking. I looked at my watch, two minutes. I checked the gun, one bullet so that none would come flying out as a surprise. I screwed on the compressor and removed the safety before I handed Jess the gun. One minute. I began to count the seconds in my head. I was excited somewhat, if this truly had control over her, she would kill him. I had this feeling when I met Jess that she hated anything cruel. I looked over at my mother, something was dancing in her eyes. My gaze drifted to the computer screen, and their faces were unreadable.

Wilson started to move away from Jess until his back hit the wall. He was shaking so badly. The bang echoed through the room. His face contorted in surprise, or at least the part of his face you could see. Hartneck had gone for his head and sure as the sun made contact with it. My mother laughed slightly as one does when shocked. The men started to clap, and my mother walked over to me, and hugged me, "I'm so proud of you Emmy." Jess began to swing and convulse. She dropped onto the floor and blood pooled from her mouth slightly.

Edward entered the room shortly after. He had a mad sort of smile with him. My mother began to shake, and she put herself in front of me. What the hell was she doing? She clasped my hands tightly. I heard a shot one more. Jess had died though, who had a gun on them? I looked over to Wilson he most definitely didn't. Something ripped through me, and my eyes darted back to Edward. I clasped my stomach as I fell. I tried to grab the computer to call for help. My blood my pumping out too fast. There was no one on the screen, but several groans came fourth. Some of the men were covered in blood, and their screens had been shattered.

Only in man remained untouched by the carnage, Edward's father sat stoically. I watched, as Edward stepped around all the blood, and out the room, "Edward, Ed please help me. I do whatever you want! Please." I began to that one word over and over.

Realising he wasn't coming back, I began to drag myself through all the blood. I placed a single bullet in the gun from my jacket. I was covered in blood and dirt when I finally reached Edward's small figure. He was so far away, but I could make that shot. My arm felt so heavy as I lifted my gun to shoot him. He turned at the last minute. I could just see that my shot had made it all the way to his upper leg. I hoped I had hit the great saphenous vein. He would be dead if I had. He groaned and cursed my name one last time. He shot at me once more and hit. I felt like I was drowning, and until it stopped, I was clawing at the floor. Until I was dead...

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