Short Story: Empire Island

“Phillip…,” Russell said raising his voice to an almost matching shouting level. “No one believes you. And, no one will ever believe that guy who’s been filling your head with all this nonsense and lies.”

No one believes you. And, no one will ever believe that guy who’s been filling your head with all this nonsense and lies.

Phillip’s mind repeated Russell’s words as if something in them caught and stuck. No one believes you, he then thought. They don’t have control. I think, therefore I believe. “No, you’ll believe,” Phillip then said to his brother as if a switch had suddenly flipped in his mind, and then that same sinister smile he had bestowed upon Kylee Fountain was once more strewn across his face. “It all ends right now,” he said. “You will all see the world for what it really is as of right now.” “Let’s go, Phillip,” Russell said pushing aside his brother’s crazy talk once more. But then as he reached to take hold of his Phillip’s shirt again, fearing that he may try to slip away afresh, Phillip shot the palm of his hand out before him catching Russell in the center of his chest which

“…don’t test my patience. I’ve had just about enough of these games out of this guy, (Cary pointed at Inez who stood held in handcuffs.) and everyone else who’s been involved with him and his mischief. Now, I have dozens of eyewitnesses that say you we’re involved in all of this, that say you were part of—whatever this was—this ill-contrived crusade against the volunteers. So, you’re not going anywhere until I know everything there is to know about what you two have been up to in regards to all of this, and what it was you were trying to accomplish here. And, if that takes all day, a week, or even an entire year, I promise you, you’re not going to be released from our custody until I am satisfied with your explanation. So it would benefit you greatly if you just started to come clean