A Wave Of Desire

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Abraham Malachi

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Even though I knew that the boy's mind was extra sensitive right now, I needed to call out to Ocean or Makai. I needed to tell them that they had to make Justin start thinking about other memories in the timeline. I had to finish this whole thing sooner rather than later.

"Ocean. Makai." I said their names and made sure that the voice came out of my physical mouth. That was a tricky thing to manage when I was just a metaphysical presence in someone else's head. I did it though, and that was all that mattered.

"Dr. Malachi?" Ocean sounded shocked as he said my name rather loudly.

"Make the boy think of the next memory. I will give you a small signal each time to make him advance in the timeline. I need to alter as much as I can as quickly as I can. When I am done with that, I will let you know when to have him bring up the girl's song in his memory."

"O..OK, Dr. Malachi." I couldn't see Ocean, but I was sure he was nodding in agreement to tell me that he understood me. After that, Ocean started to talk to the boy. "Justin, when was the first time after we stopped being friends that you wanted to do something bad to me? Tell me about it."

I didn't need to listen to the words that Justin was about to say. He thought of that memory, and I saw it for myself. It was just an innocent school day. It seemed that the anger had lessened with time away from Ocean, but the moment that Justin saw him again, it got worse again. He was almost physically restraining himself from going to Ocean. His mind was warring with itself between an uncontrollable rage and a mysterious and unwanted desire. He was confused and started to hate himself.

I would alter this memory a little and make him think that he and Ocean were just fighting, and he was mad that they weren't able to hang out anymore. This wasn't as hard to change as the first memory because there wasn't as much to change in this one.

I called out to make Ocean change the image, to move on so that we could fix the next memory.

The memories started to come pretty fast now. Justin was thinking about everything in quick succession. If I didn't do something in a hurry the memories would slip past me. So, I put up a barrier in Justin's mind to trap the memories in place and hold them all there. While he pulled them all one by one.

Once Justin had pulled up just about every memory of Ocean that was in his mind, I started to work. I altered the feelings in them as best as I could. I took out the rage and added a sprinkle of sadness. Not enough to make him depressed, just enough to make him upset that he was no longer friends with Ocean.

It took a while to change them all, but it was still a lot less time than the original memory that I fixed. Major things, like what he experienced in that first memory, are a lot harder to write over than all the others. Not to mention, all of these memories were attached to that first one, which made them easier to alter now.

"I am done with the memories of you, Ocean." I called out to him. "Now have him remember about the girl and what she said to him."

"Yes, Dr. Malachi." Ocean answered then started to speak to Justin again. He was asking him about Brittney and what she had said to him.

Almost immediately, the memory of when the girl started trying to compel Justin popped up in his head. He was sitting in the back of his car, talking to her and listening to her complain about Ocean and how he wouldn't take her back. He had been listening to her talk about this stuff for a while, but she said something new this time.

"I think he's gay." Justin was shocked beyond words because of the things that he had been feeling. "I don't think he was always gay. No, not always. I think it was that asshole Makai that turned him gay. He came to town and then everything turned to shit. That asshole stole my boyfriend from me."

"You broke up with him, Brittney." Justin tried, surprisingly, to be the voice of reason.

"No, that was just a misunderstanding. And by then, Makai already had his hooks into him. He started trying to take Ocean from me on the first day that he started here. He stole my man and I want to get even."

That memory faded and then there was another one. Justin and Brittney were sitting in the boy's room. He was sitting there shirtless in a pair of athletic shorts while she was fully dressed and trying to seduce him. However, she wasn't using her body to seduce him.

"♫ Ocean is a pest. He has ruined your life. He has stopped you from being the best. He causes nothing but pain and strife. We need to get rid of him. We need to start a fight. Not just Ocean, but all of them. Help me Justin, silence Ocean with all your might. Berate and demean that boy. Give him a quick shove. Destroy him with joy. Take away all that he might love. You will do this. You have no free will. You better hit him and not miss. Make sure that punch is hard enough to kill."

As far as a Siren's song went, this girl fucking sucked. Still, she was singing in a beautiful voice and had successfully bespelled Justin. Now the spell that caused him to rage and lust towards Ocean that he had already been affected by, was combined with the one from Brittney that told him to kill Ocean. She had just made things so much worse. She had literally just signed Ocean's death warrant.

This memory needed to be altered of course. I couldn't change it too much because he needed to know that he was under the influence of Brittney's words and that he was innocent in this whole thing. I changed her from singing and put the girl on her knees. She had already turned eighteen by that point so this wasn't an illegal position to put her in. 

Now that the girl was positioned properly, I made Justin think that he had received a favor from the girl for her help. She had asked for his help because she knew that Ocean and Justin were fighting and had been that way for years.

This memory that I was crafting made me feel disgusting, but I had no choice. I needed to change his interpretation of that day. And unfortunately, or I guess fortunately depending on how you look at it, I was extremely thorough at making this memory seem flawless to the boy.

Now that I felt like a sleazeball scumbag asshole, I pushed the memory out of the way. I was now done with the boy's mind. It was time for us to work on the next stage of all of this.

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Ocean

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Every single time that Dr. Malachi altered a memory, I immediately knew about it. While Justin was telling me about it over and over again, he would suddenly stutter to a stop and then start changing things that he had said.

The benefit to that was that I now knew what we were supposed to have fought about. I knew why we had supposedly stopped being friends three years ago. That was good and all, but I felt horrible invading Justin's mind like this. It wasn't nice and he didn't know that it was going to happen to him. He hadn't said that we could. This made me feel dirty.

Speaking of dirty, the final memory of Justin's that was affected was when Brittney sang to him. Dr. Malachi had perfectly captured Brittney's slutzilla-like essence. She definitely seemed like the type of girl that would suck someone off just to get them to do something for her. I would not be surprised if I found out that she truly had been doing that for years. That stupid rotten twat sludge.

I had mostly gotten over my anger toward her, but I couldn't put it out of my mind right now. Not after having heard what she had tried to do to me. Or to have done to me. That was just crazy and idiotic. I hope they stop her from ever being able to bespell someone ever again. She could really hurt people if she kept that up.

While I thought about this, I watched a streak of color blur past my head. I knew that it was just Dr. Malachi moving back to his body so that I could get ready to wake up Justin. I needed to wait for the doctor's go ahead to do that.

After another moment or so, Dr. Malachi was moving and rose to his feet. I was watching him more than Justin now. There was no reason for me to say anything to my sleeping former teammate. He was done, Dr. Malachi on the other hand, had more to say.

"Ocean, I need to change the plan a little. I know that I wanted to make it so that this was all over in the next day or so, but it might take the entire weekend, and thankfully I think I can pull this off."

"What is changing?" Makai asked him. "What do you need us to do?"

"We still need to get Justin to the hospital. He needs to look like he has something wrong with his head. But we can't rush this as much as we were planning. This actually will be better in the long run. We can get his parents on board with his procedure."

"OK, so what should I do?" I was still confused. How was I supposed to help get Justin to the hospital?

"Makai you have a security camera outside, right? That way we can't have his parents saying that either of you hurt him."

"Y..yeah, we do. What are you planning?"

"Justin is going to have a minor accident. Nothing that will hurt him. He is going to wake up with a massive headache and when he goes to leave, he is going to hit either my car or yours outside. The headache will be what prompts me, the doctor, to check his head and find a tumor that is causing his anger issues. We're going to put him in the hospital until we can get Brittney there to release him from her spell. After that he will have some forced amnesia and some memories erased altogether. Those memories being the ones of the attack on you and your friends. After that, Justin will have a normal future. He will be able to move on with his life and use this fake tumor as the means for him to say that none of it was his fault."

"Dr. Malachi?" I was awed by his words. This was a lot more than I had expected from him right now.

"I think it's a good plan, Ocean." Makai looked at me. "It will be the best option for Justin. It will help him to explain what was happening to him all these years."

"O..OK." I didn't want Justin to get hurt, but I had no other choice. I wanted him to forget about all of this though, so that was making it all a little bit easier on me. If I could help Justin, if I could make this go away for him, at least a little bit, then I would. I would make sure I made up for accidentally ruining his life three years ago.. I would fix this for him.