This is wild! There's other kids! Like us!
My partner's thought buzzed in the background of mine.
Yes, I sent back. I have much better control over my thoughts than he does.
But they're like the adults! I can't read their thoughts!
Me neither, I lied.
Actually, it wasn't much of a lie, considering there is only one another I could converse with, out of 10 teenagers he could see standing around the gallows.
The morning was like any other. Breakfast was brought to our room. Then Dr. Fischer came to ask us about our day, how we were feeling, all that ********. My partner lapped it up. I only acted.
Then things changed. Two doctors that we've never met before, came into our room, all smiles, bringing friendly-sounding words. "Come with us, you've got some exciting days ahead of you!"
From the "other" voice in my head, this same scenario has occurred to him -- or her, I could never really tell -- and his -- or her -- partner moments earlier.
I determined long ago that my partner does not hear the second voice. And I never bothered to share this with him.
The doctors escorted us down several nondescript hallways, and finally through double doors... outside.
Or so we thought. Turned out it was an elaborate setup of a medieval village, complete with fake sunlight and... a gallows. "Have fun! You can do whatever you want! Live in one of the houses! Have a great time!" the beaming doctors said as they shut the doors and locked it from the inside.
********, I let the thought slip into my partner's. Partners'. I could see my second partner staring at me.
Let's kill them, the thought came. Sure, I wonder what it's like, came the reply.
***
I stared into Tomorrow's eyes as his body rocked back and forth hanging from the rope. So that's what a dead person looks like.
It was unbelievable how easy it was. A whispered word here, a accusation there. And it just went from there, the blaming, the finger-pointing, the mob.
And the gallows.
I wonder if the doctors placed it there for this purpose?
***
We watched as the blood flowed out of Plutonius. Guarding his thoughts against his partner, and opening them to my... second partner has became increasingly easy. He suspected nothing. He thought I am still sleeping, not staring at a river of blood.
This is fun, we thought in unison.
***
The second lynching, this time of anjinha was even easier. Someone had to pay for Plutonius's death, and anjinha did it.
Or to be more precise, we convinced them that anjinha did it.
Who do we kill tonight? I ask.
rick snagwell! I was looking at the grass when he walked past. It annoyed me.
Alright, why not?
***
It is now DAY 3.
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