AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi. First story. First Chap.
Its gonna be a bit short.
I plan for this to be only 3 chapters.
So this takes place RIIIGHT before Edgar dies.
If anything is confusing, feel free to comment.
I tried to be as in character as possible.
This idea has been floating around in my head for a few days…
Anyway. Special thanks to Zarla, even though she doesn't know me.
Please read and review!
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"…But I do have faith…"
He almost groaned.
This man was going to PREACH to him.
"…You know, god and all that. A heaven for me, a hell for you. So fuck fear. I have nothing to fear."
The man raised his head. It was then that Nny realized how ironic this was. He had put him in this death machine that made his pose resemble Jesus on the cross.
Another almost-groan.
"I envy your conviction."
His hand reached for the lever to pull.
"Thank you."
What.
Nny stumbled for a minute. What did he just say to him? Thank you? Did he just thank him? He was going to kill this man… And he was THANKING HIM?
A growl escaped him.
"What."
It was audible this time.
"I said… Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me? Aren't you scared?" He said the last part through gritted teeth. Where was the screaming? The begging? He was looking forward to the adrenaline rush that he got from that.
"Of what?" the man laughed a bit, "Heaven?" His eyes stared Nny down. They were daring him to pull the lever.
Do it. Do it… The wall needs it…
"FUCK THE WALL, THE WALL CAN WAIT." And with that, Nny went upstairs. He would leave him there for a few days. He wouldn't let him die until his stomach either ate itself from starvation, or until he screamed bloody murder from the torture.
What a creep.
What a- …
Wait... was he actually judging this man?
The way they judged him?
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Meanwhile…
"Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, santificado sea tu nombre…"
Our father… Who art in heaven… Hallowed by thy name…
He couldn't think. His mind was racing.
Did a simple thank you just stall him some time?
What else could he do to stall even more time?
With the lights off, the basement was cold and eerie.
Hellish.
Maybe that was the point, stupid?
Would this be the last room he saw?
He shivered.
He wanted a blanket…
A BLANKET? No, dumbass, you want OUT.
Think: OUT. Out of HERE.
Don't think about blankets, stop praying too, dammit.
Just… Try to break free. Think Edgar, Fucking THINK.
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Uh, Anothers Authors note; No clue if Edgar is Mexican...
But I decided he is.
Oh and he speaks Spanish :D