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He soon comes to find his ability is not as unique as he hoped and that he is being hunted by two organizations who wish either to recruit him or kill him. (mf-teens, nc, rp, 1st, anal, orgy, mc) *** Author Note: Paul, is an adult story with adult content. It is more a story about a young man with mind control containing occasional bouts of graphic sex than a piece written with the express intention of getting the reader off. As in all works of fiction any resemblance to real people or places is simply that, a resemblance. Feel free to email me with questions, comments or suggestions nsj153 [at] gmail.com *** Chapter 1 – Waking Up "Susan." Mr. Malki called out from the front of the classroom. His tone was enough to bring her wandering thoughts back to the chemistry class. Her physical reaction though was not quick enough to avoid the eraser he had thrown at her. The eraser struck her on the left side of her forehead. Almost everyone else would get the eraser then the shout, if they got the shout at all. She was one of his better students though so he gave her time to duck. She was still caught in her daydream though and had not reacted quickly enough. She smiled weakly at him and shrugged. He was one of the few teachers who could get away with behavior like this. Anyone else would be fired within the week and probably end up sued as well. Not Mr. Malki though, kids fought to get into his classes, and not only because their parents pushed them too. He was a fun teacher who took his students on field trips and did big complicated experiments. He had to use the fire extinguisher twice this year alone, but the real reason people flocked to his class was that he was one of the best teachers in the country. He had awards to prove it though if he displayed them they were not at the school. In his class room he had a wall of photos. Men and women he had taught who now worked for Dow or NASA or GE. That was the only recognition he needed. "At least she wasn't facebooking," Mr. Malki said giving a significant look at Janet in the second row. "Assuming I'm allowed to use a popular noun as a verb?" He asked the class at large as he turned back to the chalkboard. "I could google it." Andy said from the first row. "Then he could tweet it to the rest of us." Janet said picking up on the game. Mr. Malki smiled and made the overly exaggerated gesture of searching the board for another eraser before he got back to teaching. Matt, sitting behind Susan, handed the eraser up over her shoulder. She knew the drill, she was to pass it up and act like it never happened. She had disrespected Mr. Malki by daydreaming and staring out the window while he taught and he disrespected her by throwing an eraser at her head. He was right though, at the very least she should be daydreaming while looking at the board. Mr. Malki really was a good teacher. In seconds Susan found herself drawn into the conversation he carried on with the class at large. No one else ever spoke but it felt far more like a discussion between friends than a lecture. In no time she was actually jotting down notes including the web page he put up on the slide for those who were curious about learning more on their own. In no other class did she seek out knowledge she didn't strictly need to complete her homework. He had successfully distracted her from her problems for a while. Catalysts were both confusing and interesting. The fact that they could facilitate change without actually changing themselves intrigued her. That they could somehow be involved in such destruction or creation and yet remain unchanged did not seem possible. So far in her short life when something bad happened it affected everything else. She could not imagine being able to go through life effecting change but being unchanged herself. Yet there it was. When class was over the students filed out quietly as Mr. Malki started to erase the board. She took her time slipping her things into her backpack because she knew he would want to talk to her. She stopped by his desk as he spoke with Jessica, one of ivy league bound seniors. She was doing her best to get in his good graces before she asked for a letter of recommendation at the end of the year. Susan sighed. Last year at this time she was already dreading all the work she would have to do for college prep. That dream like so many she had last year was over now. Jessica unconsciously scratched her shoulder seductively near the spaghetti strap that arced over the smooth skin of her shoulder. Spring had come early and the boys were not the only ones who were aware of all the skin the girls were showing after the long winter. Susan looked down at her feet. That wasn't right. She shouldn't be looking at a woman like that. The nightmares were bad enough, when she remembered them clearly, but she was growing worried that it was happening more often when she was awake. Yesterday during gym she had been running behind Stephanie Miller for most of the class. She would have continued for the whole class except that Stephanie turned around to glare at her, Susan had not realized she had been staring at her ass for the entire run until she had received the look. "Hey." Mr. Malki said worriedly pulling Susan back to the present as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She took a reflexive step backward wondering when he had moved and where Jessica had gone. "I said are you feeling okay?" Mr. Malki asked. His voice was heavy with genuine concern. "Yeah." She said. "Just tired. I'm sorry about earlier. It really is interesting I just... you know family stuff." She said shrugging. "Close the door." Mr. Malki said to Edward who was in the hall waiting to enter for the next class. The boy closed the door though he watched them through the small window. "You should speak with the counselors." Mr. Malki said. "You might be able to get out of classes for a while. Get some time off." He was smiling but when she did not respond he dropped the smile. "I'm concerned." He said. "Concerned enough that if you don't speak with the counselors on your own I'll ask one of them to speak with you. You can even take time out of my class to speak with them if you don't want it interfering with your after school activities." "I'll make an appointment. I promise." She said. He nodded. Then a large grin split his face. "You have something on your forehead." He said. She reached up and when she examined her fingers, found chalk dust. She smiled at him as she headed for the door rubbing her forehead. The bell rang just as the first people were pushing past her into the room trying to get a seat in the front row. She was going to be late for her next class. She started to hurry but then gave up. Mrs. Anderson wouldn't care, one minute late was the same as fifteen. The day drug on until fifth period when a familiar face opened the door to her English class. "Susan." Miss. Jordan said from the doorway. She was one of the volunteer office aides as well as Mark's mother and one of the only single women in the small town of Red Rock who wasn't older than sixty or heavier than two hundred pounds. Susan and Mark had been friends until two years ago when Susan's father and Miss. Jordan started hooking up. It was hard to stay friends when your parents were fucking. Harder still when you weren't allowed to talk about it with anyone else. It wasn't that Miss. Jordan was ashamed of sleeping with her father, but both adults wanted to keep their relationship out of the town gossip. Which was ironic given that Miss. Jordan was the town's single biggest gossip. Grateful for the interruption, any interruption, Susan grabbed her things stuffing them into her backpack as she followed Miss. Jordan out of the classroom. "Your brother woke up." Miss. Jordan said as they headed down the hallway. Just like that. He woke up. No warnings just awake. Susan was overcome with emotion. "He's awake?" Susan asked in a mumble. She didn't remember falling, but Miss. Jordan was helping her back to her feet. "And talking." Miss. Jordan said with a grin as she quickly looked over Susan for injuries. "What?" Susan asked, shocked. She felt the tears on her cheeks and had to take a moment to brace herself against the wall. The hallway seemed to be spinning. "I called your father. He left for that job this morning but he's headed back now. I made him promise to drive safe." Miss. Jordan said. "Why don't you give me your bag. My car's out back in the faculty lot." Susan nodded and handed over the bag. At first she did not think her legs were going to hold out, but by the time they reached the exits she wanted to run. The drive was a blur. Susan was aware of moving but not of walking as she entered the hospital. She knew the route. She came here almost every day after school since the accident. She took the stairs like she normally did, two at a time. Then it was down the hall past the elevators and the vending machines. Next was the waiting area, Mr. Mardon stood unnoticed as she passed. He was here every day as well, waiting for his wife. They had talked often over the months and even became friends, but she didn't notice him today. The nurses' station across the small hall from the waiting room seemed busy but she barely nodded at their hellos. Then she found herself only a few steps from the door of his room. The memory of that night was suddenly fresh in her mind. She had called him for a ride because she was too drunk to drive. He said he would come get her but hours later she was still waiting. She had been angry with him thinking that he had turned his phone off and gone to sleep. When she reached the open doorway of his hospital room she was unable to enter. Her brother's bed was one of the mechanical ones, currently it was angled up so that while his legs were straight he sat almost upright. Megan was also there, dressed not in her nurse's uniform but in jeans and a tee shirt. Susan felt her face grow warm with embarrassment. Megan was the woman she had first fantasied about. The person the nightmares centered around. She could hardly sleep in the hospital at all now without having such vivid dreams that she woke with soaked panties and strange desires that seemed to linger into the waking hours. "Are you just going to stand there all day?" Paul asked softly from his bed. She felt the tears again. She was by his side in an instant but she pulled up short, afraid to hug him because of how frail his body looked. He was weak. A shadow of his former self. He had never been huge, or cut, he never had the six pack abs but he played football and basketball and baseball. He was an athlete, or at least he had been. Over the long months she had gotten used to seeing him withered and sickly as he lay unmoving under his covers. It was different now that he was awake and talking. He looked no worse than he had yesterday yet at the same time he looked so much closer to death. His eyes were sunken into his face and she knew if he wasn't wearing the gown she could see his ribs. She had helped the nurses wash him and change him, and roll him so that he did not develop bed sores. "It's okay." He said. She nodded and hugged him gently. Even being as careful as she was she heard him grunt. "I'm so sorry. So sorry." She wept onto his shoulder. She stayed like that until she heard the sound of running feet in the hallway. "Oh god!" She heard her father say from the doorway as he rushed over. He embraced the both of them. For the first time since their mother had died she heard her father cry. "It's okay. It's fine really." Paul was struggling to say from beneath them. Susan was still crying but she pulled back when she felt her father do so. It was fine. It really was. "Can you ever forgive me?" The question burst from her lips. She felt her father's strong hand on her shoulder. "For what?" Paul asked. He seemed genuinely surprised. "If I hadn't been drinking..." She blubbered. "It wasn't your fault." He said surprised when he understood. She knew it was though. It had all been her fault. "But I..." She started again but her brother shook his head. "It wasn't your fault." He said slowly. He meant it. He seemed to mumble something else she could not hear. She suddenly felt empty. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was just an emptiness. She felt somewhat in shock. "Thank god son." Their father said into the silence. "Could you give us the room." Their father said politely to Megan. She nodded and started to leave but Paul reached out a hand to her. "She can stay. She was one of the reasons I woke up. She read to me and I heard her." He said. He was not bothering to hide the emotions in his voice. She smiled down at him and reached out and patted his leg just above the ankle. Susan felt her body respond as if the young nurse had touched her that intimately. Her father cleared his throat. "We are just so glad you're awake son. For a while there the doctors..." His voice choked up. Paul had been pronounced legally dead at the scene of the car accident. When the ambulance carrying his body arrived at the hospital there was another accident in the parking lot. A drug addict who had just robbed the hospital's pharmacy at gun point collided with the ambulance as it was turning into the parking lot. They hit hard enough to knock the ambulance off balance and tip it on its side. The thief had started shooting then and in the aftermath many people were injured including the two paramedics who were driving Paul. One thought to relay that the patient they had in the back had already been pronounced dead. Someone from the hospital had hooked the defibrillator up to Paul's chest unaware that he had been dead for almost ten minutes. They somehow restarted his heart, a simple act that doctors would later declare the first miracle. Sixty hours later the doctors said he would never come off life support. After ninety they explained that keeping him hooked up was only a waste of money. After three weeks of agony her father had made the unenviable, but inevitable decision. Susan stood by his side, tears silently streaming down her face, as the doctors pulled the tube from his lungs that let him breathe. She watched as he was meant to die. The next breath he took, without the tube was a pitiful thing. His chest hardly moved at all, yet the doctors had said it wouldn't move. They said it couldn't. Then as it rose feebly again the doctors silently shared a look. By the forth breath it was clear his lungs were getting stronger. By the tenth the doctors were scurrying around. The moment of despair turned into one of impossible hope. Paul was fighting to stay alive. After ten minutes he was breathing normally and the doctors were dumbfounded. They ran their tests and doctors flew in from around the country. Five days later they told them that although the boy's breathing was a miracle keeping him on life support was pointless as he was brain dead. Their words fell on deaf ears though for her father's faith had been renewed. They sold the house to a couple who were moving into town to start a family. Her father's second great love just behind his late wife, the '68 Mercury Cyclone 428 Cobra Jet sold to a guy who drove over eight hundred miles with a flatbed to pick it up. The furniture and TVs sold in an auction they did not attend. Her mother's jewelry went to a pawn shop. They canceled cell phones and cable subscriptions. Susan had even taken all her books, the only friends she could count on growing up, to the second hand book shop. They lived on mac'n'cheese and baloney sandwiches while they scraped by, waiting and hoping that Paul would have another miracle. Her father who had traveled a lot before, was hardly ever home now. He went from one job to the next with no breaks. His record so far was sixty-one days straight. And those were sixteen hour days working as a pipe-fitter all across the country. She lived alone and took care of herself for the most part. It was why she spent most nights in the hospital with her brother. They lived in the trailer park near the old apple orchard now. Their neighbors were lay-a-bouts and drunks. Their place had been broken into three times but they had nothing left to steal. Anything with any value was either in her father's truck, or her backpack. They were hurting for money but her father would not pull Paul out of the hospital. And now it seemed as if his gamble had finally paid off. No doubt this would mean that another swarm of doctors would come through in the hopes of figuring out why he was still alive. They did so every few months anyway but now that he was awake it would be far worse. She was smiling down at her brother when she realized she was just waiting. He was talking to Megan who still stood at the foot of his bed yet Susan could not seem to make out what was being said even though she was standing at his shoulder. "What's going on?" She asked. He turned to look at her. He smiled and said something but all she could hear was a slight buzzing in her ears. She closed the last page and set the magazine down on the small table beside her. Her father was still reading his magazine. Mr. Mardon was sitting on the opposite side of the room looking at her oddly. She had an odd half remembered dream of where he had talked to her but she had not responded. She stood up confused. For a moment she did not know where she was, but then she recognized the small waiting room she had often slept in. It was far better than sleeping on the floor in her brother's room. The dreams she had about Megan seemed to be more graphic in the privacy of his room. Megan. Her brother had been talking to Megan and then... she was here. She looked down at the magazine next to her. She could remember the articles inside. She must have read it. She glanced at her father again but he was still reading. She tried hard to remember anything else but there was nothing there. The only thing that was different was an emptiness she could feel inside. She began to study that and was surprised when the answer came to her. She no longer felt guilty for her brother's condition. Not at all. Not in the least. She still felt guilty for the family's bleak financial situation and the fact that her father would never retire. She felt self-pity because there was no chance at college now, but the guilt she had felt for her brother's accident was completely gone. Something was not right with her memory, but she didn't seem to be able to think clearly about it. She got up and started walking as she tried to piece together what was wrong. She felt like she had the pieces but that she was not seeing the connections. She was walking towards her brother's room when she considered speaking to him about it. She stopped. She had been walking towards his room out of habit, it was where she was always headed. Now that she wanted to take another step toward his room though she could not. It was as if her legs did not work. She started to panic until she realized she could turn around and walk back to the small waiting room. She sat down in the chair she had recently vacated. As she was sitting she noticed her father's brow was still bent in concentration as he read Modern Bride. For some reason only the choice of magazine seemed odd, not the fact that he was reading it while her brother was alive and well in the room down the hall. She thought about speaking to Mr. Mardon but he was gone, probably back at his wife's side. She stood up. She could not take a step when she wanted to go to her brother's room but once she convinced herself she was only going as far as the restroom she could walk normally. When she exited the bathroom she found her feet frozen again. She eventually convinced herself she could walk past his room to Mrs. Mardon's room right next door. Somehow walking there was okay. She slowed as she passed her brother's room. The door was closed but she could see through the small window. Her brother was still laying down on the bed, which was now flat. Susan was surprised to see Megan had one hand lighting tracing circles on her brother's chest and the other on his thigh as her head bobbed up an down above his crotch. Susan knew she should feel shock, or rage, or at least disgust, but she didn't. Instead she felt an intense building orgasm. She watched as her brother slowly moved his hands to the back of Megan's head. Susan felt her orgasm arrive just as she saw her brother's thin arms force the nurse down on his cock as he bucked his hips upward. His body shook like a leaf in the wind and Susan found she was no steadier as she forced herself to walk to the next room. The sight there should have surprised her but again it somehow did not. Like an echo or a shadow the events of her brother's room pantomimed in this one. Mr. Mardon was standing beside the bed of his comatose wife wanking on his member. He was breathing hard and clearly concentrating on the task at hand. Susan walked on unsteady legs lost in thought. Something was very wrong here. She stopped when she reached the stairwell. She turned around with the intention of continuing to pace but when she thought about speaking to her brother, her feet froze quickly to the floor. Her momentum carried her forward and she found herself falling. She knew this was wrong but she did not seem to have the ability to think clearly about certain things. Her mind skipped off the thoughts like a smooth stone off the surface of the water. It was meant to sink yet it did not. Perhaps when her mind slowed down she would sink into the solution. She was on her hands and knees. She scooted a knee forward to get in a better position to stand when she froze again, this time for a completely different reason. She dropped back onto her hands and crawled forward a few paces. Though something seemed to be wrong with her ability to walk where she wanted she found she could adapt around it if she didn't focus on the problem but on other solutions. Walking seemed to be problematic. Thinking about why seemed to make her thoughts hazy, but even with all her problems she seemed to be able to crawl forward. She had to talk to her brother. She grinned as she continued to crawl forward. She wasn't moving quickly and it was a long hallway. She stood up and tried a few things before she found she could skip forward with no problems. She arrived at her brother's door to find Megan sitting in the chair besides his bed. They were holding hands as he spoke while Megan occasionally nodded. Susan opened the door to his room. When Paul looked up at her he seemed surprised. She sighed, she probably should have knocked. He needed to hear what she had to say though even if it was going to scare him. She skipped forward into the room and came to stop near the bed. Both of them were looking at her strangely. "Megan would you mind giving me and my brother a few minutes to talk in private?" She said. Megan ignored her completely but when her brother nodded towards the door the nurse stood up with a smile and walked out. "What..." He started. Susan held up her hand and he smiled as he closed his mouth. "Just try to stay calm okay." She said. She waited for his nod before she continued. "I think... I mean..." She sighed and shook her head. "Just give me a minute." She said. She walked over and sat in the chair that Megan had vacated. She didn't notice that she had no problem walking. They had always had a horribly honest relationship. One her friends thought it was creepy how intimate they were for siblings. They had been forced to grow up quickly though relying mostly on each other. After their mother died it was just them and their father and he was gone most of the time. The neighbors had raised them as much as their father had, which meant they that mostly raised each other. Paul had been the one to really talk to her about puberty. She had cried on his shoulder after she told him about losing her virginity to Steve Prad. He taught her how to drive and fish and juggle. They shared everything. It was still hard to say what she had to say though. "Don't say anything until I'm done. I'm not sure I can finish if you start asking questions." She said. Again he nodded silently. "It started slowly. I just put it together in the hallway but I think..." She paused trying to think of how to say it. "I think your feelings are bleeding over into other people somehow. That you're making them do stuff." She said. He seemed shocked. She did not notice because now her thought process was moving along and she would not have been able to stop talking if she wanted to. "I started feeling things for Megan before you woke up. Sexual things." She said quickly. "At first it only happened here in the hospital. Now I think that maybe you were coming out of your coma and attracted to Megan because she was the one caring for you. So I think maybe your feelings for her were bleeding over. When I would sleep here I would dream..." She shook her head as she blushed. He was looking at her oddly. "Then you said accident wasn't my fault and I didn't feel guilty any more. Not at all. Why? Because you didn't think it was my fault. Then you wanted to be alone with Megan for... I saw what she was doing." She said blushing. He smiled again. "Anyway." She said clearing her throat. "Me and dad left. You just wake up. Apparently completely healed when the best we had hoped for was a vegetable. And we just leave? Like dad would leave for any fucking reason! But you wanted us to leave, so we left. I find I have read a whole freaking magazine before I can even think straight. Worse I can't even walk to your room. I can crawl or skip, but I couldn't walk." She was breathing hard. "Oh and next door! Next door there is an eighty year old man trying to masturbate on his comatose wife." She added as an afterthought. Paul seemed to understand because he looked as worried as she felt. Susan was trying to collect her thoughts when he spoke up. "What?" He asked. She started to explain everything again but he stopped her and asked specifically about the room next door. She explained again about Mr. Mardon with more detail. "That's not good." He said. "No shit." She said thinking he meant the whole situation. "No I mean..." He looked at her for a while before he nodded to himself. "I told you and dad to leave." He said. "To read the first magazine you found and if you finished before you were sent for that you could get up and walk around. You just couldn't walk to my room until I sent someone for you. I told you these things with what I'm calling my power." Her mouth moved but no words came out. Her mind raced in circles going nowhere. "I gained enough control of my body to wake up yesterday." He continued. "I had a long talk with Megan. Something happened to me when I died. I had this power over Megan even before yesterday. But when I woke I tested it on the other nurses and doctors." Susan was in shock. She found it hard to think at all. "I didn't say anything to the old man though. So his actions do have me worried. And I did not know about your dreams." He said with mild amusement. "You dick." She said softly. More in response to his comment about her dreams than anything else. His teasing at least was something she could wrap her mind around. "I can make you forget this conversation if you want." He said calmly. He didn't blink as he stared into her eyes. He was serious. He had made her leave by doing something to her mind so that she could not even walk towards him. She shivered. He had always tried to protect her, now somehow he was violating her in a way that seemed somehow worse than rape. At least with rape the attacker could never control your mind. Your thoughts were always your own. The idea that anyone could do what he was claiming disgusted her. "You're a monster." Susan said as she stood. This was not her brother. "I was awake the whole time." He said. She stared down at him failing to understand. "The whole time I was trapped in this body. I wasn't able to move a muscle. I couldn't open my eyes or scream. I lost my sanity in that darkness. Even now I wonder if I am really alive or if this is another twisted nightmare, another way my mind is trying to cope with the darkness." His voice was flat but she could hear the pain and terror behind it. This was her brother reaching out in his own way. He always had to be the strong one when they were growing up, always had to make the tough decisions. "Oh my god. I didn't know." She said as she collapsed into him hugging him tight. He tried to push her away but his body was too weak. Eventually he stopped trying. Then the sobs came. He cried and cried. When he eventually stopped she pulled away still holding him by the shoulders. "This is real. You are safe. I promise." She said. More words followed. Comforting words that had no real meaning. Eventually she found herself sitting beside him with silence filling the room. "Don't..." She started but she didn't know what to say. She sat in fear and when he opened his mouth to respond she pulled back slightly. He noticed. He seemed to understand her fear. "I won't tell you to do anything." He said. "It scares me." She said after a short stretch of silence. "It scares me too." He said with a smile. "You obviously found some benefits though." She said thinking of Megan. Even thinking of the girl made her grow warm with sexual energy. Then another thought struck her. Her brother raped the girl. He was no better than the cults who took in runaways and brainwashed them into loving the leader. "I didn't rape her." He said. "You can read my mind?" She asked shocked. "What?" He asked then shook his head as he understood her question. "No." He said. "I just know what you were thinking because I thought about it myself. I did my best to bring her back..." He hung his head in shame. Susan was confused. She understood from his words he had done something to Megan but she was growing worried at what that had been. "Let me call her in. She can explain it better." He said. Susan nodded. He just sat there though and as she opened her mouth to ask if he wanted her to go get Megan, the nurse entered the room. She was carrying a glass of water which she handed to Paul before standing near the edge of his bed placing a hand on his arm. She took the glass from him when he was finished and placed it on the small movable table near the bed. "Could you please tell my sister what happened to you. The best you can figure. Not what we discussed, not my points of view on it, but your own. Your own conclusions." Paul said sadly. Megan smiled down at him. "Of course." She said patting his arm. "Your brother entered my mind. At first he came to me only in my dreams. That was several months ago. He thanked me for taking care of him. It was only dreams for a while and I forgot them when I awoke, but I knew he had been in them. They were normal dreams." She blushed slightly but did not pause as she continued. "They were normal dreams a lonely woman has." Something passed over her face. A wave of pain or displeasure. It was there and gone quickly. "Then he started speaking to me while I worked. The only way for me to respond was to talk under my breath. He tried to tell me I could do it without speaking but I could not make it work. I did not respond. He began screaming at me... It was unsettling." She said. "She questioned her sanity." Paul interjected. "I did." She said calmly. "Then he entered my mind completely." She paused. "It was not pleasant." She said. This time the grimace of pain stayed on her face for a few seconds. "I thought it was the only way I could exist. That she was my only link to the real world." Paul said in explanation to his sister. Megan patted him on the shoulder not fully understanding what was being said. "He allowed me to go through my routine at work but he could stop me from doing things. Stop me sometimes from even thinking things. It was like carrying a small child on my back. He could see what I saw, hear what I heard. I tried telling the shrink about it, but he stopped me from speaking. Eventually he could take limited control of my body himself. I remember feeling his delight when he made my hand move." She smiled down at Paul but he looked horrified. "Eventually he tried to take my body from me. I fought as hard as I could but I was losing. He tore my mind apart. My body lay still in the kitchen of my apartment. I thought I was dying. I gave in. He tried to take control. There was so much pain. He kept apologizing as he removed more and more of me. I felt memories slip away. Knowledge. Myself." She paused for a second before continuing. Susan was horrified. Not only at the words but how they were delivered. She spoke in a stead calm as if she had no feelings one way or another about the horrors he had committed. "He could not take control of my body and remain tied to his own. Nor could he occupy my body without fully removing me from it." Megan said calmly. "I did not know if it would work even then." Paul said to his sister. Megan patted his arm again in an affectionate way. "He told me he was giving up. That he would try to repair as much of me as he could but that he did not know how well I would be. When it was all over I had missed ten straight days of work. Though I had eaten fruit and drank water I was extremely weak. He had managed to make a phone call telling my boss there was an emergency and that I had to leave the state. When I returned to work I could not perform my duties. I did not know... things." She said somewhat confused. Susan remembered vaguely that there was a time when Megan was not caring for him, but that was some time ago. Longer than a month and she had come back to work afterward. "Then he reentered my mind. He informed me that what he had learned from my mind was helping him rebuild his own. I spoke with the shrink and was put on temporary leave. They let me still come to work and do the job of porter. I looked after Paul of course but my other duties were given to more capable people." Her eyes were welling up with tears but there was no emotion evident in her voice. "I would never be a nurse again." Megan said. A few tears ran down her cheeks and dropped from her chin. She did not seem to know she was crying. Megan opened her mouth to continue speaking but Paul interrupted her. "I broke her." He said painfully. "I cut parts of her away. There was no putting them back. I was able to work on my own mind because everything was still there. More in fact. You could not believe how complex the mind is. My eyesight problem? Gone. I have perfect photographic memory now. Not only now but I can remember most of my old memories perfectly. I've learned how to change the memories in others though most of the time I don't need to, I can simple order someone to forget. I don't seem to need to speak to give commands to Megan but it helps focus my thoughts. I have always needed to focus though even when I spoke to the doctors and nurses yesterday. That's why the man next door worries me." Megan turned and left the room. Susan watched her go. She pulled her eyes away when they dropped to Megan's tight rear end. "I'm sorry about that." Paul said. She turned and looked at her brother. "I can't read your mind but... It's kind of like a smell, or a cloud of color. I can tell when people are thinking about sex or other things though sex is the easiest to identify. I did not mean to make you that way. When I learn more I might be able to fix you." He said. "It has to be because you were so close to me. My thoughts about her must have bled, as you say, into you." Megan entered the room with Mr. Mardon. "Please take a seat sir." She said kindly. "Would you mind waiting outside." Paul asked Susan. Susan got up and walked outside. She stepped back inside. Paul smiled. "Just checking." She said with a weak grin. Once she was outside though fear gripped her hard. She had a hard time making it to the waiting area before she dropped heavily into the chair besides her father. He was still struggling to read through the material he did not care about. He was more than two thirds through the extremely thick magazine. She could not come up with something to say to her father before Megan arrived. "You may come visit Paul now." She said. Her father let out a long sigh as he stood. He discarded the magazine and rushed back into the room. Susan followed. To be continued... Next time, Paul is abducted from the hospitable (no not by aliens!) and Susan finds herself in the odd situation of looking for someone she can't quite remember. *** Please feel free to email me with comments or suggestions (keeping in mind I have 17 chapters written already so plot suggestions might be better left for latter chapters. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73