Puppet

I turned around trying to search for the voice. No one moved an inch. Then, the leader picked up his microphone. My heart pounded irregularly. I watched in despair as his arm rose above his head. "MISSION ENDED". Drops of sweat dripped down and slipped into my suit. I wasn't scared of the suspension, I was scared of the voice. It seemed real but wasn't. It was an extremely familiar voice, my brother's voice. I followed the rest onto the hover and back to the base. As expected, I was taken to the leader's office by the second in charge. "You probably know what's going to happen" he said leaning his had onto the wall behind him. "Yes" I responded with my head down. He picked up his tablet and removed my capability of reporting invasions. I turned around and walked out from the office. I didn't care much about that since many other people could locate demons and there were radars that could cover up to ten miles of magna detection. However some demons had found a way to remove all their magna and limit themselves to being muscle and bones. However the voice still worried me. Am I crazy. Last night in my dream I was dreaming of my brother. Went over to my dorm and opened the book. I skimmed over the book desperately trying to find answers to the voice. I went over it multiple times to no avail. "Fuck!". I threw the book onto the wall. I laid back down and stared into the cieling running through my memories. The only instance where something close to this was when I heard the guy who beat 010 though I was far away from him. But that time it was different, I saw his lips moving. There was only one possibility, one of the people in the pod. But the pod barriers are resistant to demons and no demon can rebuild that. People also aren't aloud to leave the pods unless they're escorted but that's only for luxury pods which were extremely rare across Europe. After racing through my memory, I fell asleep. The next morning, was just like any other. Instead of thinking of my brother, it was the dreams that I used to have before the mission that killed German. The mission that turned my into a sad man. Some days I felt as if my body didn't belong to me. Some Days I didn't feel like getting up. It was refreshing to finally not have a day like that. I climbed down from the bunk bed. I was walking when I heard a voice, "Was I too late". This time, I heard my own voice. What was happening. I thought again, am I crazy. I looked up and asked why. I couldn't see anything around me. All hell break loose when I came to a realization. I was crazy. The voices were just me and it wasn't any sort of magna. I realized that to myself, I was a puppet.