My Brains!!! ep 8

"So what's this weirdo story you keep writing?" he said without opening the bag.

"How do you know—"

"Read your mind, remember? It's not actually reading so much as I made a copy of every thought and memory in your head up until that point. It's a lot to comb through, so why don't you just tell me what it is?"

"It's a story I wrote when I was a teenager, I think. Don't know why I wrote it." I didn't see any need to lie.

"That may be a problem. Might be in the way. We'll need to squeeze that thing out of your brain."

"What? The story?"

"I need you to put your hands on the tops of your heads and face away!" someone shouted. We both looked at a police officer with his gun pointed in our direction. His partner came from behind him, drawing his gun as well.

The man with the hat made a face. He had no intention of putting his hands up or facing away. Did I just read his mind?

"Agents from the Enemy," he mumbled and looked at me. "I'll take care of this."

He touched the brim of his hat and put his arms straight out from his sides. They began vibrating and he rose off the ground.

"Stop!" the first officer shouted. "Stop… that!" For a moment they seemed to be in doubt and their guns dropped. They looked at each other then they looked at me and pointed their guns. "Make him get down or we'll shoot!"

"I don't—" I began and clapped my hands over my ears. There was a high-pitched E-sharp cutting through the air. The officers dropped their guns and covered their ears as well. As the man in the hat floated closer to them I could take my hands away, but they seemed to be in even more agony. They began rolling back and forth on the ground and kick and punch in the air.

It might have been his arms, but I couldn't be sure. They were moving really, really fast, though.

I ran.

Before I got to the end of the block, there were two meaty pops.

Someone grabbed me and yanked me into a Baskin & Robbins.

"Shhh," a blonde girl said, kneeling and pulling me down with her.

"I didn't—" I began explaining and she covered my mouth. "I'm not—I wasn't with him."

"I know." She was really pretty. So was her voice. She looked like someone on TV, but I couldn't remember who. "He's the Enemy."

"The Enemy," I said too loud and she squeezed her little hand tight over my mouth until it hurt. She stared into my eyes until I understood. Quiet. Got it. She dropped her hand. "He said that was you."

"He mentioned me?" Her forehead creased.

"Well, no, but he said there was an enemy. If you're hiding from him, I kinda figured…" She nodded. "He wants me to be a lieutenant in his army."

"A lieutenant." She dropped her head and mouthed something. She stared at me again. "I'll make you a colonel."

I should have been flattered, I guess, but all this promotion when I hadn't even done anything was creepy. They were going to expect something at some point. She tugged my shirt until I followed her behind the counter.