Authors Notes: Alan Angst, Woot! Also I don't have a beta reader, hell I hardly have enough time to write this stuff. So forgive me if the Grammar is poor or I do not notice some spelling mistake. I am trying, I really am. :3
(Movie Verse twist)
- Trip
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Bloody Plume
Prologue
"I want those Codes." The man said before striking the boy tied to the chair.
The boy yelped and moaned blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his jaw feeling tight. "Never." He spat out, blood landing onto his bare naked chest. "do your worst you prick." He added digging his nails into the arms of the chair he was tied too, pent up anger trying to get out.
"I have ways of getting this information from out of you boy." the man said almost purring to himself as he tried to intimidate his prisoner. "I have ways of making you talk." the man added walking out of the light and over to the supply box he was using as a table. "Ways indeed, fun ways." grabbing a knife he walked back to the boy who was now shuttering upon seeing the object the man was carrying in his hand. "last chance boy, the codes?"
The boy swallowed hard and looked at the knife. "Never." He said slowly, almost regretting his decision.
The man slowly took the knife and made shallow cuts on the boys stomach, getting deeper with each slash. "I had hoped you would say no." he said as the boys screams filled the big dark room. "Trust me when I tell you, I am going to hang you nice and slow."
The boy started to scream and cry once again as his body was being sliced open slowly. he thrashed as best as he could, tears streaming down his face, each cut burning. "stop, stop I will tell you!" He sobbed, knowing the man was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I will tell you."
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Alan bolted up from his bed, his heart pounding and his body covered in a cold sweat. "Not again." he whispered, swinging out of his bed and rushing to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.
The nightmare had always been the same ever since that day. He would be in Mullion's place and viciously torture himself. Vividly Alan could remember the feeling of disgust he would have when he looked upon himself. Feeling gratified when he, as Mullion, used the knife to cut into his flesh. One could say he took great pleasure at re-living his traumatic ordeal.
It had been a month since the Hood attacked the Tracy's, and Alan was still greatly bothered by everything that took place, not that his family could tell. Oh no, he tried his best to keep things as normal as possible. Deeply troubled by what he had done and was willing to give up, it caused the poor lad a great deal of anguish. So much so that Alan had a hard time even looking into his brothers eyes, let alone his fathers.
Most of all Alan felt lonely, he had no one he wanted to share these things with. Each and every day he had to find the strength to get up and drag himself out of bed, as if there was some unknown benefit to doing so.
Washing out his mouth, Alan walked out and slowly put on what ever clothing he could find before pausing to look at the door, considering what he was about to walk into.
Alan knew one thing for sure. He was partly responsible for what had taken place, and he had no idea how to make things right. What he didn't realize was that he was also very angry, and the people it was directed at are his family.
TBC
Sorry its so short, but its the prologue after all.