This would've been up earlier today, but I read the worst fanfiction EVER (My Immortal) today, and I wanted to be positive I didn't start typing the way the author did. Just to let you guys know, the "-" Separates Jail and Delusional, since you can't have slashes in the chapter title. So it's actually Jail/Delusional :D
MURDOC P.O.V.
So, the little idiot (whose name is Stuart)… His parents came bursting through the doors of the emergency room. Along with the police…
Fuck…
The pig started questioning me about what happened and I told them I was driving down the street and he came running out of nowhere and before I could tell his dumb arse to move my bumper made contact with his face.
His parents are lovely people. His mother slapped me when I referred to her son as a dumb arse. Her husband hurried up and grabbed her before she could try to hit me again. Then when I got up to fight the husband (I'll never hit a woman) he caught sight of my inverted cross hanging from my neck and turned bright red and charged at me. The pig tried to step in but I sidestepped him and punched the father in his face. They called security and now I'm in jail for aggravated battery and reckless driving.
I'm now sitting here in this dirty, stupid cell. I look around to find a rock sitting on the concrete floor. It's not chalk, but it should do for now. I drew the pentagram on the floor and sat in the middle of it and concentrated until I was able to channel Satan.
"Hello Murdoc!" He said.
"Hey…" I trailed off. "I need a favor."
Satan huffed and rolled his eyes. "What did you do now?"
"I ran over some blue haired git!" I spat.
Satan raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
I continued ranting. "Yeah! His name's Stuart Pot and he looks like a douchebag."
Satan had a look on his face that read "dammit!" mixed with a bit of concern. He mumbled something that sounded like "This wasn't supposed to happen. Damn God and his tricks…"
"What did you say?" I asked him so I could hear him better.
Satan shook his head. "Nothing!" He changed the subject. "Did you kill him?"
He's asking a few too many questions about the wellbeing of the boy…
"No…" I said cautiously. "He's in a coma. The doctors said he's got hyphema or some shit in his left eye. They think he might be blind in it if he wakes up."
Satan looked a bit more relaxed. "Okay." He took a look at where I was. "You're in jail because you're being charged with…?"
"Aggravated battery and reckless driving."
Satan cocked an eyebrow at me. "…Aggravated battery…"
"I might've hit the git's father…"
"…"
"It's not fair!" I defended myself. "He came at me first."
"So you're in jail for aggravated battery and reckless driving and you need a way out?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. But it'll cost you."
I sighed. "Oh come on! I'm your mate. Your favorite worshipper. You should at least cut me some slack."
Satan thought for a second then a smile crept up on his face. "You're still going to pay. You just don't have to pay right now…"
"Deal." We shook hands.
STUART P.O.V.
I was having some sort of weird dream. I was at my funeral, laying in a casket with my mother and father at my side crying.
My mother grabbed my hand and placed it on her check. It was like I could actually feel it.
"My baby boy…" She choked out in between sobs. I felt her tears land on my face.
I felt someone shift beside her. "It'll be alright." My father said. "He'll be awoke in no time." He voice faltered a bit and he sniffed.
I've never seen nor heard my father cry before.
A wave of sadness settled into my being. I wanted so badly to sit up and tell her I'm alive. This is nothing but a dream.
Or is it?
My mother intertwined her fingers with my limp ones and used her other hand to cover them.
"Stuart, sweetie…" She sobbed. "Please, if you can hear me…" She paused to get a sob she'd been holding back to out. "Please, please wake up soon." She finally broke down crying.
I used every fiber in me to move, open my eyes, do something to show them that I could understand them and that I'll try my best to do so. The only thing a managed to do was take a sharp intake of air before returning to normal. They noticed it.
At least, my mother noticed.
She grabbed my hand once more. "Stu, are you trying to tell me something?"
"Honey, I think we should go home now. I think you're hearing things." My dad spoke up.
"No! Our son is trying to tell us something." My mother shouted. I could hear her voice begin to quiver because she was about to cry again.
"Rachel," My dad started. "Our son can't speak. He can't even hear.
I wish I knew how to move. I would get up and wrap my arms around my mother and father.
"NO!" She screamed. If I could move I would've jumped. "OUR SON CAN HEAR US! HE EVEN REACTED WHEN I TOLD HIM TO WAKE UP SOON!" She began weeping loudly again.
"Rachel…" My father trailed off. I felt the air move before hearing his voice again. "I know this is hard." He sniffled again. "But you've got to keep in touch with reality; Stu can't hear us."
The sound of fists beating on human flesh sounded in my ears.
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME HE CAN'T!" My mother screamed at the top of her lungs. "I KNOW HE CAN!"
My father went silent as she continued. "WHY ELSE WOULD HE HAVE BREATHED HEAVY?!"
"Rachel," My father said quietly. "It's about time we leave."
I'm guessing he took ahold of her arm.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH ME. I WANT TO BE WITH MY SON!"
"We need to leave."
"NO!" She screamed louder than before. "HE NEEDS ME."
"Stu needs rest, as do you."
The sounds of my mother screaming in protest began to fade away as she was being carried out of my room.
"WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO MY SON?! MY LITTLE BOY!"
I felt my heart shatter in thousands of tiny pieces.
