Sometimes, it is what you do that matters. Sometimes, it is who you are. Usually it's who you kill to get there, and how much enjoyment it brings.

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From the journal of Tory Hollerith

Sometimes a little change is for the good. Sometimes it's for the best. Likw when I slaughtered my parents like the pigs they were. My father was abusive, and my mother was a good for nothing enabler. I'm glad that Brian pushed me to see my true calling in life. Right now, I'm pretending to be Tory. It is giving me the opportunity to scout out my enemy, without them becoming any the wiser.

When that little bitch put her hands on me, I had a moment of fear, as I felt my essence being pushed from the quiescent body of Tory. I managed to get a finger hold and hang on. She'll get her's soon enough. They all will.

Can you believe that story she told us yesterday? How could someone as blind to the realities of the universe have even repulsed me once. It must be this second entity in her mind with her. I'm sure it must be a parasite of some sort, telling her what she wants to hear so that it can keep feeding on her life energy. I can't believe that I never thought of that tactic myself. It certainly led me to try this little experiment out.

Jamie actually wasted energy on us before lights out to push away the drugs they gave us to control us. I was about to get rid of my own, but I am fully willing to let her waste her enegry. I spent a little energy myself to hold onto my pills, just making her expend that much more. I think she was almost fully tapped out when she got done. Now, I just need to keep her there while I work out how I will prove her final humiliation.

I've never raped one of my alternates before. I might have to give it a try this time. She's really caused me no end of aggrivation. Whatever I do, it has to be special, just for her. Something imaginative.

Hmm. I wonder if they have a healer in this place.

I found a healer in my own world once. They had the most delicious mind I have ever tasted.

There's an idea, keep the healer alive and free so I can keep Jamie alive a lot longer than she would normally last. It will keep some hope alive in her that she might just get out of it. Then, when the time is right, kill the healer. I will be able to watch the hope die in her eyes as I begin one last time. The agony in her soul will be delicious indeed.

I look around at all the other rats in this maze. I can't help but chuckle at all of their earnest expressions. They all look to Jamie as a savior.

I guess I should explain this journal a bit. When the lights came back on, these journals were in the recepticle at the head of our beds. They really get into all of this automated care, don't they. I'm surprised they don't just kill us and get it over with, unless they are keeping us here for some possible future purpose?

That's something I need to consider when I go back home. Maybe I should form a cadre of psi users with myself at the lead. My own Sith training academy? Or something.

So the voice tells us to record our thoughts. I wonder what they will make of these thoughts? Not that I care. I don't have to stay here in Tory's body. The minute they try something I will flit back to my other body, and they'll be stuck with a cooling corpse.

I wonder what will happen when they discover Jamie's deception with the medicines. I'm sure no-one knows what exactly she did walking up and down the ward after people took their medicines, well except for the mind readers. That means it is between myself, and a couple of others, to give up her secret.

Sure, one of the others might let it slip accidentally, but I'm trying to sabotage her, so I have a much better probability of success.
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We've gone to lunch, and had another lights out period. I wonder, are the pills a distraction? Could the food be the real source of the anti-psi drugs? that would be real irony there. You spend all your time working on getting rid of the obvious pills only to drug yourself when you fill your body's physical needs.

I may have to mention something to Jamie, just to keep the game interesting. I wouldn't want it to be over before it begins.
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I didn't write much the last time because this begins to bore me. Sure, planning is one thing, but I can't enact any of my plans in here. It is just waiting and waiting.

Ok. I can do this.

I do have something to write now, though. We had a 'free period' this afternoon. We were let out into the common area after our third meal here. If they're putting drugs in the meals, then it is likely in the first two only.

I sat down to play Jamie at chess. I figured it would be something that she had learned at some point. It seems to be a commonality of the type. I was surprised at her strategies. I expected her to use her knights more, like I do myself. She seems to spend most of her time on her pawns. She even got three of them to the eighth row in a single game once. We are much more evenly matched than I would have thought.

Well, here we go. The voice has ordered us to put our journals into the receptacle. I see some scared faces and can only smile at what I know will be revealed to our so called masters.
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It's been a full day since we gave them our books. Nothing much has happened. I am getting better at predicting Jamie's moves at chess, and think I might actually be seeing something of her thought processes.

I got something extra in my slot. A knife. Most everyone else was checking to see that what they had written was still there, and so missed me slipping it under my pillow. It is a large thing, with a nice hilt. I think it might be a tanto or other Japanese weapon. I think they want to see whether what I wrote was for show or not. I have the perfect show in mind for them.
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The smell of blood and shit and piss is intoxicating. I felt sorry to have to wash it off. I watched as the water sluiced it off my skin. As usual, I killed in the nude, so as to leave no evidence on my clothing. I hate walking around in bloody clothing. It spoils the game.

It was the little bitch who I killed. I love taking innocence in this way. I sliced her slowly while she screamed for Jamie to save her. No one heard. Our masters made sure of that, and I proved their tolerance by pushing even my own perversion.

She took almost an hour to die.

I washed her blood from my skin with regret, but not before I truly reveled in it. She almost made me rethink my promise never to drink blood again.

I slipped out of the showers where I killed her and back into the room. I left the knife still in the body, positioned for maximum effect.

Let's see if I can maneuver Jamie to be the first one into the shower to see my artwork.
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I awoke this morning to find another knife in my receptacle. I hear a scream coming from the bathroom. I look quickly and a smile of triumph splits my face. Jamie saw it first.