In Time: Brainwashed
This picks up where The Job left off. You can find more of this story here.click image for source
“You see that man in that flyer?” She nodded. “I want you to kill him.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” Viola answered, finding some unexpected strength. She started to rise from the table, but Nieve planted a hand on each shoulder and shoved her back down. Viola started to rise again, only to be shoved back down into the chair again. Nieve’s hands lingered on her shoulders this time, and Viola stopped resisting. The woman’s face loomed up to the forefront of her mind again, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She understood it as a warning, and she heeded it.
“If you want answers, you don’t have a choice in this matter, now do you?” Father Lee said. Viola didn’t think it was possible for his smile to get any more sinister, but it did. “Now, listen carefully, because I will not repeat it again, nor will I take any responsibility if you get caught. The first thing to do is to remove that ghastly bracelet.” He pointed at the black velvet on her wrist.
“No. Remove it. The owl is all you need.” He paused long enough for Nieve to snatch the bracelet from Viola’s wrist. He pulled out his own pocket watch, a compliment to the rib cage style that Nieve had. He flipped the cover open then did the same to the owl on her wrist. He stepped behind her, and leaned over her, his arms almost in an embrace. He held his watch face by the one on her wrist, and she felt a pulling. The movement of the clock hands left small shocks and vibrations on her skin, but still he didn’t release it. A small shock emanated from the watch and she jerked her arm away in alarm. “Good. It is done. That watch is your guide. That small shock you just received will be repeated each time the next action needs to be completed. Should you fail in your task, that small shock can become a very big one, and let’s suffice it to say that you wouldn’t like that very much, hmm?”
Her anger quickly rose as he proved his point by giving her another shock, this one large enough to singe arm hair. He’d anticipated her reaction and before she could do anything, a smaller shock entered her body, and she fell to the chair, unconscious.
“Well, she fell like a deck of cards, hmm?” Father Lee whispered. Louder he began talking again, issuing out the orders that she would need to fulfill, brainwashing her to do his bidding. He knew her power and intended to exploit it.
For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Grace O’Malley gave me this prompt: You’re nothing but a deck of cards.
I gave Michael this prompt: What if there really was a little man on the moon? Who is he? Why is he there? And why does he always have such a silly expression on his face?
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