I felt anger beginning to rise in my chest and I clenched my fists. "You made me kill an innocent person. You almost made me kill Molly. You have never helped me." The voice chuckled. 'You mean, I have never helped you with the thought of how it will affect others. The only well-being I'm concerned about is your own, and I don't care in the slightest what happens to other people while I help you.' I hesitated on which of the scrambled questions in my head I should ask while I still had the chance. "Why is it that none of the other voices can hear you?" The fifth voice shrugged off my question. 'Because I don't want them to,' he sighed. My eyes narrowed at myself through the mirror as I continued to hold my fists at my sides. "Can we come to an agreement? Something that will allow you to provide me release, all while ensuring that the people who are important to me don't get hurt?"
The fifth voice laughed, suddenly. 'Why would I agree to such a thing? I'm the one in charge here and I like it! I'm not going to let you cram me in a box in the back of your head again! You're going to do what I say, as I say it, and it is going to feel so fucking good when you break. The sooner you accept that I'm here for your health, the better. You cannot restrict me.' I clenched my teeth together to prevent my body from trembling. It couldn't be that bad, right? I can control this. All I have to do is kill a bunch of zombies every once and a while. No reason to worry. "What did you mean when you said that there was an alternative before?" I asked, my voice failing to hide my terror.
The voice's laugh became lower which only added to how evil he sounded. 'I just couldn't help but notice what has been really making you pent up recently. After all of those images you've been thinking about for the past sixteen hours, I can't help but feel overheated. And since I'm so tired of waiting for you to do this yourself, I think I am going to take over and do it for you.' The anticipation he was building in me let some of the shaking I was trying to stop through, and I hoped to all hell he wasn't talking about what I thought he was. "Do what for me?"
Suddenly, a shockwave of pain shot through my nerve endings and I had to force myself not to scream as I fell against the wall. 'Stop your restraint! Let me in, Kane! Hahaha!' I shook violently as I pressed myself against the wall. The pain was so much worse than the first time this happened, and I gripped my mouth with an aching hand so I wouldn't let any screams be more than a muffled cry of agony. 'If you let me in, I promise I will not make you hurt her. You're going to have to trust me. Otherwise, you'll die once the mutation starts.' I let out another muffled scream into my palm before a taste of relief relaxed me for half a second. Without thinking, I chased after the relief, wanting nothing more than the pain to go away.
I reached the place in my mind that relieved the pain before I realized what I had done. Everything around me suddenly became like I was seeing it from a fever dream. The pain melted into a distant memory, and my body became light and buzzed as if I were drunk. A warm essence surrounded me and the shadows moved like soft waves in a sea of moonlight. I didn't care to think anymore, moving upright and away from the wall as I enjoyed the warm feeling. 'Go across the hall.' For some reason, the voice didn't sound as threatening as it did before, and without a thought in my head, I did as it told me.
I left the bathroom and went across the hall until I stood in between my and Molly's bedroom doors. 'Go into Molly's room,' the voice said, calmly. I did as he said and quietly raised my hand to Molly's doorknob. I wasn't able to tell if it had been locked or not since my strength would've broken the lock either way. Everything seemed so quiet as I pushed the door open, and that's when I began to feel my ability to think return. What is he going to make me do? Even though I could have the thought, it was hard to have others right after, as if they were passing clouds, slowly drifting through my mind.
The scene in front of me was a beautiful one, and the fuzziness in my head made me question how much of it was real or a hallucination. There was a large window on the left wall that let in a soft glow from the full moon outside. The light cast over Molly's body as a silk cloth, letting her pale skin glitter with its touch. She lay over her blankets on her bed, sleeping peacefully. She was truly a sight to behold, at least in my glazed eyes. She wore a loose-fitted black shirt with long sleeves, black panties, and nothing else. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow beneath her head and shined in the light of the moon.
Her face looked so gentle at that moment. It was so different from the tough-girl face she normally had on. Her lips looked so soft and her eyelashes were captivatingly dark and long that I moved toward her out of impulse. My slow steps didn't wake her as I moved to stand at her bedside. I stood admiring her beauty until the voice gave his next command. 'Touch her.' I felt as though I was in a trance, thinking that I should care whether I did the things he told me, but I didn't. I carefully moved to sit on the bed next to her and softly cupped her cheek.
Touching her was like touching a cloud, so soft and beautiful that I only wanted to touch her more. I ran my fingers up the side of her face and leaned in closer. I wanted to kiss her just as I had earlier that day. No, I wanted much more than that. The fuzziness in my head began to clear and was replaced with heat. Thinking became easier, and I could feel myself returning to my senses, however, I still felt no reason to deny the voice. He then answered my question before I could ask. 'You want this just as much as I do, Kane. There's no need to keep a full hold on you now that you've gotten a taste of what's to come.' I couldn't believe how right he was. I could probably pull away from the voice's command on me if I tried now, but the truth was that I didn't want to. Now that I saw Molly here, lying beautifully in the moonlight, the last thing I wanted was to leave. 'Kiss her.' Nothing in me even tried to resist him and I moved close enough to brush my lips against hers. I want this. So bad.