He's Lost His Mind

Introduction

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have voices in your head? What would happen if those voices, took control?

Chapter 1, Brian.

Brian twisted and turned in his bed, the inner workings of his mind were working to the max. The voice inside of his head was getting stronger by the day, and he was unable to resist it. The voice seemed powerful, older, and cunning. While he was young, with a weaker voice, and had yet to find a foothold against him, leaving him defenseless.

Brian’s mental world began to appear before him, a city, forming as fast as the eye could see. With skyscrapers, apartments, businesses, and many other essentials, however, there was one very real difference. There was only supposed to be him.

But there wasn’t just him, it was a dwelling of two.

“Why do you trust them?” The mental specter said quizzically to Brian, as he appeared to him in his mental world, awaiting an answer. He was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt and tie, with a full Windsor knot. The tie tack was silver, to match the gray hair he sported, which was a short cut, along with the spotless shine of his dress shoes. He walked slowly, purposefully toward Brian, while lighting a cigarette.

“They’re my friends, why wouldn’t I trust them?” Brian said quietly, slowly submitting. Brian appeared within his own mind, with a more casual look, a gray T-shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes.

“Because they think you’re absolutely nuts.” The Voice chattered, inhaling from the cigarette, chuckling softly.

“No, they don’t.” Brian lashed back, combatively.

“YOU DON’T NEED THEM, YOU DON’T NEED ANYONE BUT ME!” The inner voice roared.

“No…I need them.” Brian muttered.

“You think I didn’t hear that?” The Voice smiled, evilly, his reddish eyes had a glint in them.

“What? No!” Brian panics.

“You’ll pay for that remark young lad!” The Voice spoke chastising, as he raised his arms up, with palms forward, small holes opening within them, shooting forward, roots, that began to spread in every direction, anchoring themselves within Brian’s mind. Forcing their way into every tiny crevice, growing and spreading like a virus, and one of them forced it’s way directly through the heart of Brian’s mental projection, beginning to take control from him.

Chapter 2, The Drive.

Brian awakened in his apartment, having forgotten about the end of last night’s dream, and went about in search of a shirt, and after finding his clothing, dressed, and proceeded to his car. A blue 1999 Chevy Impala. Starting it, he realized that he forgot to eat breakfast, and thought better of stopping. He had an appointment. The “good Doc. Jameson” wanted to talk to him again.

Driving down the road, he was making good time and suddenly twitched.

“SEEING HIM AGAIN?” The Voice cackled in his mind, stronger this time, giving Brian chills down his neck.

“What does it matter?” Brian tried to reply, within his thoughts.

“YOU’RE TRYING TO GET RID OF ME, DON’T THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ATTEMPTING TO DO!” The voice boomed, louder with every syllable.

Brian twitched, and the car jerked slightly.

“YOU KNOW HE WON’T HELP YOU, HE WANTS TO PUT YOU AWAY. YOU DON’T WANT TO BE PUT AWAY, DO YOU?” The Voice

“He said he wouldn’t do that, if I took my pills I’d be ok!” Brian said, straining.

“AND YOU TRUSTED HIM?” Brian’s mouth spoke involuntarily, showing the Voice’s anger .

“How did you do that?!” Brian screamed frantically, panicking.

“WATCH YOUR TONE! I CAN DO MORE THAN THAT!” The voice screamed through Brian’s mouth, his voice crackling under the volume of the words.

Brian’s head smashed off of the steering wheel, repeatedly. Quickly the car swerves into the other lane of the road.

“Why can’t I move my hands!!?” Brian yells frantically.

“I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH CONTROL I HAVE!” The Voice, using Brian’s voice screams forcefully.

Brian smiles against his will as his foot slammed on the gas pedal, and swerves quickly into the other lane. The Mack truck there is about a mile off, but is visible. The speedometer is hitting 87 MPH.

"LET'S SEE WHAT THIS THING CAN DO, SHALL WE BRIAN?" The Voice said laughingly.

The Speedometer hits 95 as the road around him is beginning to blur.

“Stop! Stop it!” Brian screamed.

“I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND YET!” The Voice forcibly screamed at the top of Brian’s lungs, beginning to cackle.

“Understand what!?” Brian screamed back frantically.

“I AM THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN TRUST! I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES! AND I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN HELP YOU, BRIAN!” The Voice reiterated, but this time through a physical voice.

“How can you help me? You’re the problem!” Brian screamed at himself.

“FORGETTING SOMETHING?” Brian’s mouth said calmly.

The Speedometer has hit 100 miles per hour, as the engine roars, working itself toward its limits, the Mack truck within feet of Brian’s car.

“You can’t do this!” Brian screams, frantically.

“WATCH ME! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO STOP ME? YOU ARE AT MY MERCY!” The Voice screamed back to him through his control of Brian’s mouth, angrily.

At the absolute last second, the Voice swerved the car back into the other lane, and took the vehicle back down to a regular speed.

“So. Are you afraid of me yet, hmm?” The Voice spoke through him, calmly this time.

“Yes.” Brian whispered, ashamed.

“Now, there’s no reason for that shame, now is there? I am in control, whenever I wish, at any time, and place. Just accept it Brian, you lose. You are obsolete. There is one thing left for you. Can you guess what it is?”

“No.” Brian replied, stupefied.

“Assimilation. That’s all that’s left for you to do, just surrender, it’s not like you had a chance anyway. It’s just the name of the game.” The Voice used Brian’s mouth again to speak, and smile.

Brian began to feel weak.

“See, It’s already begun. You are already fading away Soon you will be nothing but a memory.” The Voice said, beginning to settle into Brian’s body, looking over his memories, getting ready for the best test of all to see how will he could infiltrate to finish his plan.”

He was going to keep the appointment with the doctor.

Chapter 3. Fading, Fading, Gone.

Brian awoke inside of his mind. Around him he saw that the roots had went everywhere, invaded everything. Nothing was untouched, unturned, or unexamined. And he was lifted above everything else, held in place and invaded by the roots, and their spread inside of his last shred of existence. Almost as if he was to see everything before he too was assimilated. And then he would no longer be Brian. He was fading, becoming drowsy, and fighting to keep awake, trying to keep something. Trying to stay alive.

He was in for the battle of his life, the battle to stay himself.

Chapter 4. The Office.

The Voice entered the complex with a slight spring in his step. He had triumphed, and now he would begin his entertainment. But first he had to remove the obstacle in his way. The one that knew secretly that Brian hadn’t had the strength to fight him. He needed to remove the doctor. He got in the elevator, and pushed the floor of Jameson’s office, the 110th. He hummed to the elevator music, preparing himself with glee.

He walked toward the door, and opened it. Donning a sarcastic grin. The office was like any other but it faced a large window right where Jameson was sitting.

“At last, Jameson. We meet without anyone interrupting me this time.” The Voice said, as he closed the door and locked it.

“Oh God.” Jameson sighed, realizing that it wasn’t Brian who spoke to him. Sighing under his white beard, he got up, walking toward him.

But, the Voice was quicker and broke into a dash and kicked him to the ground.

“SO, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BEAT ME WITH TREATMENTS DID YOU?” The Voice spoke loudly, with apparent anger.

Jameson, while trying to get up, spoke. “Well that was the idea.”

The Voice, even more angry than before, kicked him directly in the face.

“What were they supposed to do, make me go back into some hole somewhere and never come out? Come on, Doc. You know better than that, don’t you? The survival instinct trumps all.” He said laughing.

“And, as for that… I think we need to take care of you, my dear Doctor.” The Voice said with a genuine pleasure.

Walking up slowly to the doctor he raised his arms, palms forward.

Dr. Jameson watched the transparent brown tinted roots burst from Brian’s hands and sank into his skin. Invading everything, leaving nothing for him to have a foothold.

The Voice slowly whispered using Jameson’s mouth. “Goodbye Doctor.”

Quickly Jameson picked up his chair, and smashed it through the window. And then slowly, but surely he stepped off of solid ground, and fell to his doom.

Brian looked on in horror, recovering, and able to move. He cannot accept the fact that he had a part in this. He cannot accept it at all.

And so, without a thought, he hurled himself out the window, and ended it forever.

Epilogue

So. What would happen if you lost control, what would you do? What could you do? Whose mercy are you really under? And, whom can you go to for help? When you no longer have the ability to save yourself?