May 21 - Part 2

Mr. Smith came in to “check up” on me. He was way too cheery. Wishing me a good morning and asking how I slept and did I want some coffee. I’ve been in this facility how long? And no one ever offered me a damn coffee. 

I said I was fine. Slept fine. Everything was fine. Just get me out of here and I’d be better. 

Dude pulled a fucking gun on me. Yelling about how I was being corrupted. That my powers were Fear powers. That I was one of them and I was going to betray us all. That I had to be eliminated. Oh, I was gonna show him “eliminated.”

But then something happened. The room started to fill up with gas. The voices started screaming. They were hurting my friends. Suits rushed in and dragged me and Mr. Smith from the room.

As I looked through the one-way mirror they’d been using to watch me (sick fucks) I saw something grey growing on my walls. How had I never noticed it before? As I watched, the grey mold dissolved and vanished.

Apparently I’ve had my first encounter with the Whispers.