Alrighty~ Here's chapter 29! Was watching Double Whammy, so parts of these are based off it. But, I did change some things. Enjoy, and review!
Long time gone
Chapter 29
Flippy
I continue to run. The rain blurs my vision, and I feel numb from how cold it is. I have no idea where to go, either. As I run, I pass my house. I stop, suddenly, however, noticing that there were no lights lit in my house, and the beat up war jeep is gone. Which means my dad must not be home.
I smile. Great, that means I can actually enter my own house without being called names. And I do just that. I quickly climb into my bed, closing my eyes. I need to rest. And so, I fall into a deep sleep.
I'm dreaming a happy dream.
The sun is shining, and I'm walking down a stony path, surrounded by lush green grass, apple trees and patches of flowers. Every once and a while, a butterfly would fly right past me. Birds were chirping loudly, and over all, it was just a lovely sight. And I stop, as I enter the forest. Right in the middle, were there is a gap, a small group of purple penguins are having a tea party.
The penguins are sitting on tree stumps. The table is a cut down tree, tea cups surrounding it. The penguins don't talk, but chirp, waving me over. Being in bliss in the dream, I happily accepted, taking a free seat. They pour me a cup, and I smile greatfully, bringing it up to my lips.
In this dream, I figured I was actually cured of my PTSD. Nothing was going wrong, and it's been so long since times have been happy, and enjoyable like this. So of course, I thought it was real.
Oh, how wrong I was.
It all went wrong. While I was in complete bliss, sipping away at my cup of tea, I jumped, as I heard a ripping sound, along with one of the penguins gurgling. I set my cup down, my eyes wide with fear. A bowie knife ripped the penguin in half, from the inside, out. It was gurgling in it's own blood, blood and guts spilling from it's stomach-and
"AHH!" I shriek, shifting upright in bed, gasping for breathe, my face feeling hot and sticky. I look around, and realise I'm in my own room. I sigh to myself, but get out of my bed, walking into my bathroom, to do what I always do when I wake up from a bad dream.
I run some cold water, splashing my face to wake me up. I then go into the cupboard, taking out some medicine. Both an ibuprofen, and my medications to control my PTSD. First, I swallow the ibuprofen, then my meds. I wait a minute. Nothing changes, so just pour a bunch of pills into my hand, popping them, swallowing them in one gulp. I look myself over in the mirror. My face looks paler than it usually should, and there are dark rings, and bags under my eyes. I shake my head with a sigh, as I run a hand through my messy hair, and turn around, to go back to bed.
And I stop.
I gasp, my breathing stopped. I can't believe what I'm seeing… it's… it's… Flipqy! But, what the hell is he doing outside of my mind? I thought we were "the same person". So, how? HOW? How is this even possible?
I let out a shriek, as he lunges at me, tackling me to the ground. He wraps his hands around my throat, squeezing so tightly, my neck feels like it'll snap like a popsicle stick. But, I manage to kick him off of me. He is sent flying, until he hit's a wall, making a loud crashing sound. He stands up, growling. I can tell, he's even more pissed than he already was. "How did you get outta my mind!" I ask in a panic, as he lunges at me again.
"Those pills! Ha! They just made me stronger and stronger, and here I am, buddy!" He hisses, raising his fists. He begins to throw punches, but I dodge them, miraculously, and block his hits. He growls, furrowing his brows even further. "Stop being a coward, and fight!" He yells, as I back away. "No!" I yell.
He stops suddenly, seeming to look around for something. I use this opportunity to run. I run, knocking over many expensive things on the way, until I come across a phone. I don't have much time. It's about 3 in the morning now. Would anybody be awake at three in the morning? It would be no use to call Flaky. She's to fragile to do anything. Oh!
I quickly dial the doctors number, and wait. After a moment, a voice comes up. "Help me! Help me! I'm under attack-I'm having a traumatic-" I scream into the phone, but I am cut off, the phone smashed in half. Flipqy is back, with the bells from my clock, swinging them around like a maniac.
Which of course, he is.
He lashes out at me, wiping the bells, until I grab an umbrella, blocking his shots. The bells wrap around the umbrella, and I toss them to the side, and run away in fear. I run into my private studies room, locking the door. Books align the shelves neatly, and the desk is stacked with papers, pencils, and other various items.
I slid my back against the door, dropping to my bottom. I take deep breathes in and out, keeping my guard high. Suddenly, he smashes through the door! I gasp, running over to the opposite side of my desk, as he gets closer and closer. "Eh?" His deep voice grumbles, as a stappler catches his eyes. He grins, tossing it up and down in his hand, and then opens it. He begins to press down, using it as a hand gun, staples flying in every direction toward me. I gasp, and duck under the table. Those things actually hurt, y'know! "FIGHT!" He yells again. I shake my head frantically. I've done enough fighting in my life… and it's caused pain.
I'm probably only dreaming again. Yeah, that's it. But, it feels so real… I glance to the side, seeing another stapler laying on the ground. "Ah-ha!" I grin, and lunge for it, shooting at Evil. He grins. "That's more like it!" He cackles, and chases me around, continuing to fire staples at me.
I growl under my breathe, as he chased me into the kitchen. I duck behind one side of the counter, and I see him duck behind the other side. We rise at the same time, raising our staplers to each others faces. He grins, chuckling wickedly, as he pressed down again, about to shoot me in the face. But, there is only a click. Nothing fires from it, causing his eyes to grow wide, letting out an angered, yet confused, "EH?"
"Ha-ha!" I grin. Victory is mine! His mouth drops, exposing his sharpened teeth, but he closes it, putting on a solemn, troubled expression. "Go on, then." He mumbles under his breathe. "Do it. Finish me off." "Gladly!" I accept, pressing down on the stapler, only to be baffled, when I realise mine is empty to!
I look around the room, troubled. Evil, however, is grinning from head to toe, as he also searches the room. Both our eyes stop on a fresh pack of staples. At the same time, we lunge for it. My heart is pounding against my rip cage so hard, that I feel as if it might jump out. I gasp, as I am suddenly kicked in the side. I cough up some blood, as I am sent tumbling to the ground, as Evil cackles loudly.
"Stupid Flippy. Don't you know, yet? Bad guys always win." He says, in his dark, low voice, as he pushes the staples into the staples. "Not necessarily…" I grumble, as I reach for the tossed aside umbrella, opening it, as Evil shoots, puncturing the umbrella, leaving holes in it. But, I have escaped, running into the garage.
There is another war jeep there-my own. I get in it quickly, locking the doors, and speed out of there. The sun is beginning to rise. It's already 6 in the morning. Damn… we've been fighting for this long?
I look into the mirror. Nope, nobody. I sigh, and smile, feeling as if I'm actually safe. What now? I notice the spare cell phone on the seat. I pull it into my hand, and dial Flaky's number. It's not that she can do anything about it, but she deserves to know what's going on. Her voice mail picks up. Of course, she's probably sleeping. "Flaky, Flaky, Flaky!" I say in a rush, glancing into my mirror again.
"There's nothing you can do about it, but you need to know! I'm under attack! Evil managed to escape my mind, and he's attacking me! But don't worry, I've got it under control! 'M gunna take care of this! Don't worry, Flaky! I won't let him do anything!" I hang up, pushing my foot against the gas pump. I can't take any chances. Flipqy could just pop up, out of no where!
And suddenly, two strong pairs of arms wrap around my neck, squeezing tightly. I gasp, my eyes grow wide. "What the hell!" I shreik. It's Evil. He's attacking me! He just laughs and laughs, as I begin to loose control of the steering wheel. "Oh, Flippy! You thought you could escape me that easily! What a fool, you are!" He yells, his cold breathe running along my skin, giving me goose bumps.
"No, no! Let go, you bastard!" I yell, as he begins to tug at my hair, ripping out strands, as I continue to struggle. Suddenly, the car hits fire hydrant, smashing the windows, a loud screech is heard, and the impact throws us out. As we are sent flying, Flipqy is still grinning like the idiot he is, his hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly, until he smash threw a window, shards jamming into skin. "Now that I'm finally out of your dumb ass body, I'll finally get to do all the things I've wanted to do to you from the start!" I hear Flipqy laugh again, before I crash, landing into a drum set, the symbols hitting me in the head.
Everything went black.
