Chapter Five- BrainZ

Igor woke in a small cubicle that had a door. His whole body was aching. This was probably caused by the men that tossed him around. Igor had gotten up slowly, hurting, with his left hand on his lower back, and his right hand on his neck.

Igor tried to see in the room. It was pitch black. He could see the door though, which had very small LED lights on it. Igor tried to find the door knob. Not a single place to open the door. The door had opened only from one side, and Igor wasn't on it.

Tick, a light came on. Tick a screen came on. He saw the somewhat illuminated room. He determined it was a box with a computer and a chair in it.

"Hello, Igor Lennox. Please put on the headphones at the computer. Otherwise, suffer the consequences," a deep voice boomed out of a speaker in the wall. Obedient as he was, Igor was suspicious of the command the voice had demonstrated. Especially, since there were consequences.

"What are the consequences?" Igor had asked.

"An ass kicking by our best operatives."

"Why would you need to do that?'

"That isn't your right to know. Just sit down and put on the headphones or else." The voice had scared Igor into the chair. It wasn't like he could really defend himself with such a disadvantage.

He had no weapon, and was in a room with only one door that opened on the other side. 

Igor sat down and put on the headphones. The computer started to blink and buzz. Pictures of all sorts started to flash before his eyes.

"You will obey. Obey the angels." Encoded messages swam into his ears. He began to fall in a trance. He tried to snap out of it, but the headphones had locked onto his ears, creating no way to stop the voices.

The chair had also locked on to his wings, so he couldn't move from where he was sitting and had to watch the screen. Igor fell into a hypnotized state, where his subconscious was being tampered with. Igor then passed out.

The men in black with blue hair dragged Igor to a big fighting cage a mile high, and then they dragged Tak to it. Both were hypnotized and would take any command. Their bodies woke up.

"Igor Lennon. Tak Jagger. We order you to kill each other. It's kill or be killed." The two zombie like genalucards picked up the weapons on the floor. A sharp heavy sword with a poisoned tip, and a scythe.

The two Genalucards somehow got their electric collars off, which could of been the order of their masters. They took off their shirts. Igor, tall, and white, toned. His veins were popping as the instinct to kill had filled him.

The harness around their big wings had been taken off, so flying was an option. The two had never flown before though, so it was a new experience for them.

"On three you shall fight to the death. One. Two. Three. Execute." At the very moment the voice said 'execute' the two ran at each other, Igor with the sword, and Tak with a scythe.

Tak clearly had the disadvantage. He was shorter and less muscular than Igor. Tak took a swing at Igor. Igor dodged and then flew up. He flew all the way up to the ceiling, and stood upside down on it. Then, he pushed off with his sword pointed straight towards Tak.

Tak started to fly at Igor at a very fast speed. Igor stuck the sword into him head first. Blood started to gush out of his head and Tak dropped like a stone and splat on the ground. Igor landed gently like a bird with the blood spatter all over him that the impact of the sword against Tak had caused.

The blood leaked right out of his body. Igor then fell over and hit the ground. An automatic reaction that was caused through brainwashing just as the two hadn't any real control over their bodies.

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Igor woke up with his clothes on, on top of his bed. The quilt wasn't covering him. He woke with an extreme pain in his wings and lower back. As if he fell over. He didn't remember getting to the house he lived in or even to his bed.

The last thing that he remembered was the cubicle room with a computer screen. Igor got up out of bed, and snuck over to the servants public bathroom, hoping no one was in it or around it. Igor looked at himself in the mirror.

There was splattered blood all over his face and neck. His clothes weren't his own. Instead of his servant wear, h was wearing a white t-shirt and spandex.

What happened? Igor thought, very distraught. Igor looked for his own wound marks. He didn't find any on the skin that was exposed, so he took off his shirt. He found even more blood splatter under his shirt. Brown orange covered his front.

Bloody mist was sprayed all over him, and he didn't even know why or how it even happened. It was gross and horrifying to him. There was still no evidence that it was his own blood. That meant, he either killed someone somehow, or blood just got on him by chance. All he could do was try and wash the blood off. It was very difficult, and Igor used a hand towel and soap to try and scrub it off.

It was to the point of not being noticeable, and Igor hoped it would come off over time. He would investigate, but there wasn't much to go on except what happened after the rally. He hadn't any idea where that was or who was running it. All he knew, was that the White Angels had something to do with it. The group he had despised, and never wanted to participate in their rally.

Igor plopped on his bed, and put on his big quilt. He fell right to sleep. He was immensely tired, which wasn't normal for him. He was generally an insomniac that only managed to sleep four or five hours a night and that was after trying for several hours.

Beep Beep Beep, his collar went off. Beep Beep Beep, it then started to shock him. The pain kept getting worse, but Igor wanted to sleep more. The collar shocked him at least ten times before he had actually rolled himself out of bed and pressed the button on the door. Igor yawned.

He felt heavy and cold, so he put on his warmest but light outfit. The servants were required to wear a certain type of outfit, and even had several pairs of each piece of clothing.

He got dressed, and then made his way over to the bathroom. Another servant had smelled the blood on him.

"Hey, I know what you did and I don't like it," He said.

Most blood smelled the same, so the servant didn't know whose it was or who it came from.

"I don't know what I did in all honesty, but you best get off my case about it," Igor spat.

"Okay, but know this, I will keep my eye on you. If you're killing animals, or people, i'll know about it," the suspicious genalucard threatened. Igor had decided at that moment that he needed to keep an eye on this servant too, and find out who he is. Igor didn't pay much attention to other servants because he knew he couldn't be their friends.

He didn't know much about this particular one except they both went to the bathroom in the morning to wash their faces and brush their hair and teeth. If Igor had continued the work he was doing under hypnosis, he needed to note who was watching him before he blacked out. It was clearly not under his control. He wanted to try and do something about it, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Whatever you feel is necessary," Igor snapped.

Igor was grouchy and afraid his masters would get angry for his shortness. So, he put a lid on it. He decided he'd try to speak less than usual. With everything compared, that wasn't much at all.

Igor drummed on Mistress Maisie's door. "Mistress, i'm here to help you get ready," Igor said, grudgingly.

"Come in, Igor," Maisie replied.

He opened the door. Maisie's head was just popping up from her bed like a new plant bud out of the ground. Igor looked for good looking clothes for Maisie. He generally woke her up, picked out her clothes (with a choice of course), fed her, and followed through with her requests most of the day. It was a more than a full time job. Rich people and their pampering, Igor scoffed in his head.

"Igor, how did you like the rally yesterday?" Maisie asked, apparently interested in what he thought.

"It was fine," Igor replied, trying not to tell her what he really thought about it.

"Well, I'm glad you think so," Maisie smiled. That servant didn't even like it, she thought.

"Yeah, here are your clothes, Mistress. A pair of black slacks, black short boots, a nice fluffy jacket, and a button up long sleeved shirt." It was cold outside that time of year, and Maisie had always needed a lot of clothes to warm up.

"Yes, you may leave now. Come back when I buzz you."

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Igor walked out of Mistress Maisie's room and into up the stairs to the servants quarters. While Maisie was getting showered and dressed, he liked to read. It generally took her an hour to get ready, and no one else was ever up, except for the servants.

Leo, the man with the PHD, and Maisie's brother walked out of a maid's bedroom. A genalucard maid. All was very suspicious, considering his hair was ruffled, and his buttons on his shirt were all undone. The genalucard maid came out with her hair messy and clothes torn up. Its like a wild animal had torn up her clothes.

"Oh shit. Igor, don't tell anyone," Leo begged.

"Yes, why would I?" Igor replied. "Please, don't tell anyone."

"I already agreed not to." Igor replied again.

"I will tell you everything about me and her if you don't." Why does he keep babbling on? How guilty is this man? Igor thought.

"That would be interesting. Go on."