"What, it was easier to get her under my control than to kill her off, at least from a paperwork standpoint, hell shes still alive too, but I digress; once I had her in my charge, I picked up Dad from his Sexathon, and headed to London, where I had Jennifer give up her claim to the franchise and yield it to me instead, under the guise that she had plagiarised the story from me, her student."
"Bullshit, that’s total bullshit, and you know it, Taylor, so do tell me, how in the hell did you "Brainwash her" if you don’t have access to those crazy broken skills of yours that you obtained at Gamma-Rank." Crossing his arms, Brenden glared at me with a level of scolding and sternness he had no doubt learned from our father.
"…" Locking eyes with my Brother, I didn’t flinch or look away at first; however, the longer the silence went on, the more uncomfortable I got.
"…" And he wasn’t about to break the silence either, leaving it to me to be the "Bigger Man" here.
"I…" However, when I started to speak, I could practically feel the weight of a thousand suns bearing down on my body, causing me to reevaluate what I was going to say.
"You…" Brenden countered upon seeing that I wasn’t about to start justifying my actions and pushing me into my usual response of…
"Lisssten, hear me out," I started to say, only to be cut off a second later.
"NOOO, tell me you didn’t do some CIA-level shit to her; what, did you torture her until you broke her mind and then forcefully implanted suggestions with your Coersion Skill, Tayyylloorrr~"
"Well, fine, I guess I won’t tell you then," sucking my teeth, I looked around the room, careful not to meet the judgemental gaze of my younger Brother.
Although he knew about my activities as Xipher and knew there was no point in trying to stop me since I was able to do all the things he couldn’t as a Hero, that didn’t mean that Brenden enjoyed hearing about the things, I did to others. Let alone the chaos I brought everywhere I went.
"For fuck sake, you should have just killed her," shaking his head, Brendon rolled his eyes and pushed further.
"Was she at least the only one you enlisted as a slave…she wasn’t, was she…"
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"Uhhhhh….nope, got two more, one of which I’m super proud of, and the other you have had a run-in or two with." I countered upon looking back at him.
"How can you be proud of making someone a slave? You know what, knowing you, it isn’t that surprising, so what poor sap got taken over by you this time." Trying his best to skirt the topic of Jennifer, as it was going to get on his nerves the more he thought about it, Brenden steered the conversation.
"Well, after getting to London after all my adventures in Scotland, along with wrapping stuff up with the Book series, I found myself with too much time on my hands, the reason being I had to book a multiday trip if I wanted to go to London, so in order to burn time, I decided to track down a serial killer."
"London… 1990s, there were a few serial murderers active back then; which one was it," Leaning forward with a bit of excitement visible on his face, Brenden inquired.
"Harlow Sheffield," I smirked at my Brother’s reaction and knew he would get a kick out of how I got Vincent on my side.
"Oh ho, Doctor Death, nice choice, so what, you turned him into a slave or something…I bet that was a pain in the ass to pull off since most brainwashing and manipulation techniques that don’t involve particles won’t work on a sociopath."
"Well…I may have flashed a bit of my strength and convinced him that I was a Demon named Rehpix. After that, I had him sign a super detailed contract."
"Hahaha, No way. Seriously, a demon? That’s fucking insane of you, Christ; I can see it now; you do the glowy eye thing, jumping around the room, lifting him off the ground by his next to prove your superhuman strength; I gotta say, it’s an impressive way to force someone into submitting, but then what?"
"If I remember correctly, Harlow was caught in 98, so you would have had to get to him first. Even so, getting rid of evidence would be a pain in the ass." Tapping his chin in thought, Brenden tried figuring out how he would handle things only to come up short, mainly because he wasn’t fully aware of all the things that led to Harlow’s arrest, unlike me.
"I faked his death; that was the easiest part, though; first, I had to go around and destroy the massive paper trail he left behind. From the drugs he was stealing to his manipulating patient records in not one but two different medical centers, I had to infiltrate both places, which were relatively close to each other, destroy all the records, both physical and digital, and swipe the servers."
"Then, I used some items from the Arkadia Store, I got dental molds from Harlow, and made a stand in using a corpse with similar body proportions before burning both buildings to the ground." When I said that last part, Brenden opened his mouth to interrupt me, but I stopped him.
"And before you harass me, I did it at night with minimal casualties, so no, I didn’t burn down a hospital full of sick people," rolling my eyes, I continued my tale.
"After Knocking out Harlow, I brought him to a secluded location and changed his physical appearance, then turned him into a temp butler for a while before setting him up in Germany, where he wanted to go so that he could continue doing his thing."
"Why Germany…hold on…" Seeing the suspicion creeping into Brenden’s eyes, I smiled a twisted smirk and nodded.
"Not just anywhere in Germany; I let him loose in Dachau," when I said this, Brenden’s eyes went wide with realization before he burst out laughing.