The collars don't control the mind, not in the
way we originally thought, anyway. They are nothing more than a torture/punishment
device
designed to break a person's will. I knew full well what I was doing. I
had full control over my own thoughts and "actions". I could have
chosen
to not negate those people's Promicin, just as I
chose to fight the
effects of the collar on those other occasions. I could have fought it
just a little
longer, but I didn't... I chose........ I
CHOSE to fear the pain
rather than to fight it.
I watched as the first one of those people I left defenseless, was
murdered by one of the soldiers, shot in cold blood. This same soldier
kept hold of my arm
as we moved further and further into PC. He told me that he killed that person just to see what I would do, to see how I would react to
seeing a
defenseless human being die. When he saw the tears welling up in my
eyes, he reveled in my pain. He laughed at me, and asked why I was
crying. He told me that
it was just a bunch of terrorists who deserved to die... that they
didn't deserve my tears. He "ordered" me to stop crying, knowing that I
couldn't and that with each tear I shed after that, I would be
"punished" again by the collar I wore.
When I negated the next person's Promicin, he again shot him,
looked at me and laughed as the tears welled up once more and I nearly
collapsed from the
pain the collar shot through me. When we came upon the third person, I
tried to close my eyes and not see her, but I was too late and the collar struck again,
and I negated her
Promicin just to stop the onslaught of electricity flowing through my
body.
The soldier chose not to shoot her this time, instead, he used his ability to
cripple her. He snapped her spine in two and left her lying there as we
passed by. My own
tears nearly crippling me by then, the soldier was practically carrying
me to keep me from collapsing. We stopped a moment, and he allowed me
to sit down while
they spoke with each other. Then he lifted me again to my feet and told
me to continue on.
As I saw the fourth Aura, another person with the ability of
invisibility, I tried to move past her, hoping that since the soldiers
couldn't see her, I
could let her go and fight the collar, but as we passed her, the collar
gave me the single most violent charge of electricity I had endured to
date. I fell to
the ground and found myself searching for the aura, knowing that the
only way to stop the pain was to do as I had been sent there to do.
When I found her aura, I negated the Promicin, and watched as
another soldier used his ability to slowly suck the air from her lungs
as if she had been placed
in an air lock. I was horrified. They grabbed me and continued on,
promising that they wouldn't kill anyone else, so long as I did as I
was supposed to do.
Apparently, they were growing weary of supporting my weight as we moved
forward.
That's when I saw the blurry aura. I only saw it for a split second before I was blindfolded and the rest I've already told you.
It was because I was too weak to fight the collar that 3 people
died horrible deaths and one was left crippled.... their deaths are on
my hands... on my own
conscience. Even if the one person has been healed, three other's are
dead... because of me.
Comments (1)
interesting fition story,
although there are simular deals like that though out history.
would be someting if there really was someting like Promicin