Split Chapter 9

The door opened slowly, but there was no wind. He made his way inside, as he stood there in a depressing room high from the main ground. The room was dark with dim lights swaying from above on rusty chains. He remembered this place, even if he tried not to, memories never really do seem to fade. We try and hide from our pasts, closing ourselves off from the rest of the world. Wrapping ourselves in layers of pure white, keeping us safe from our demise. The broken window left shards of glass on the floor; toys laid waste everywhere. The air was dense from the smell of old wood. He didn't want to come back, not this time. The small bed soon began to vanish into thin dust. He stared at it until it completely disappeared along with everything else. Soon leaving him into empty black space, without any stars to guide his way. He closed his eyes only to hear the soft whispers, soon becoming more intense, to the point where it was unbearable. He did not move, as he shot his eyes open.

He floated deep within open waters. Darkness laid below the depths, as light tried to shine through. He was stuck in limbo as his body ceased. He felt lost, weak, tired, as he began to slowly descend. Just as his eyes began to close, a light of pure white shined from above.

The massive room was dark, as a girl laid on the giant wooden table in the middle of the room. Chains tighten around her tiny wrists, that contacted a pipe on the table. She was left bare letting her body breathe in the frosty air. The walls were cracked with rusty old pipes hanging from above. The long-broken windows let in dim strips of light from the night sky.

Hunger filled him completely as he slowly approached her. She laid there helpless as she waited for his presence. His deep breathes echoed loudly throughout the room, his presence was cold, sinister, as he came closer. His hands folded behind his back, with his brows furrowed down on his face. The glasses on his face shines from the splitting light hitting his face. He wanted this, he needed to see her, the way he wanted to. This was every sick man's fantasy coming to reality in his mind. A beautiful young girl, right before his very eyes.

Reaching the end of the table he stared at her with no emotion shown on his face. Soon making his way around the table casually. He took his time, but the eyes never left hers. He reached the other side staring her down. Her skin as white as snow, her hair as dark as the night sky, her face was young and innocent. Carefully putting his hands near her cheeks, wanting to feel her delicate skin, but couldn't. Instead he reached for her chains and unlatched them, still keeping them connected to her wrists. Taking ahold of the chains he yanked her up and she then stood up quickly on the table. Dennis then released the chains, as he walked to the end of the table once more and pulled a wooden chair out from underneath. He picked it up off the floor moving a few paces away from her.

Dennis pulled his black jeans slightly up as he took a seat. He let his legs stay spread and crossed his arms tightly. It was silent, she stood there in the middle of the table waiting for him to say something. Dennis just took the sight in for a moment before saying anything. His face was stern, his body was beginning tense from the scene.

"Dance for me." His tone was very low.

Her body was still for a moment, but Dennis felt impatient.

"I said, dance for me." He said in a sinister voice.

She suddenly moved her leg back slowly behind the other. Keeping her toes pointed, she twirled her body like a ballerina creating a full 360, as her arms extended out leisurely. Letting her body take over completely, she accepted this fate. She moved slowly but majestically on the table. Her firm breasts bounced from each graceful move she did. Her hair flicked from side to side. Her naked body did the rest for her as she arched her back hugging herself, feeling her own curves. Almost forgetting it was all for his eyes.

He felt even more strain then before, in his mind, and body. His clothes felt tight as his attention laid on her refine movements. He felt something start to grow inside himself. He needed more, he needed to feel his rough skin against her smooth creamy body. He felt like he was being tortured from this bewitching sight.

She soon seductively got off the table placing her feet gently on the freezing floor. She stood up fully walking towards him. She now circled him in his chair, hearing the chains clank together around her wrists. Dennis didn't move his body nor his head to follow her movements. She came in front of him as she swayed her hips back and forth slowly. She then moved closer to him. Dennis then sat up straighter as he looked up at her face.

Casey then put her hand out on his broad shoulders, pulling her leg up and over onto his massive thigh. She then sat on his lap carefully, lifting herself up to where her breasts were close to his face. Leaving her arms dangle loosely around this neck. He continued to stare at her perfect features. His bugle began to harden from the sight he was seeing. She pressed herself harder against him. He groaned at the feeling she was giving him. The sensation was unbearable at this point. He wanted to touch her, more than anything a man could ever want. His lust for her was getting harder to control. This girl, what was happening to him. Still deep down he wanted to take her and do as he pleased. His face softened a bit as he closed his eyes taking a defeated sigh.

Small hands cupped his face as her thumb rubbed his cheek. He opened his eyes once more to see a pleasant smile on her face looking down at him. He didn't smile back though; he just took in the image.

Suddenly he went cold as his devious side began to irrupt. Dennis took her face into his forcefully with such pain. He squeezed her neck tightly as he pulled her into him. The kiss was deepening harshly as he slipped his tongue into her sweet mouth, savoring every inch of her. Unexpectedly he jolted up making the chair fall back, ending the kiss by pushing her off him. Making her stumble back falling to the floor. He towered over her; his eyes were now glowing like an animal when it sees its prey. Taking her chains firmly into his strong hand, dragging her over to the table. Casey struggled to get up, but then was hoisted up by him quickly, throwing her on the table.

She was almost trying to cover herself now as she felt nervous. He jumped aboard the table crawling over her defenseless body. Dennis had no control, all that was left was the devious desire he had for her. His face was close to her neck as his hot breath cruelled throughout her skin. The hunger grew within him, he couldn't think of anything else, his mind was clouded by her sweet scent.

"Dennis." She whispered in his ear.

Her voice made him throb in his pants. Putting himself lower to her region as he began to bite the side of her neck. Almost sucking out her entire soul. Soon releasing with a heavy groan.

"Dennis.., stop, please." She said softly in a fearful voice.

"No." His tone was low.

Her body started to tense, as he threw her over on her stomach. Her hair laid messy on her face. Dennis's strong hand rubbed the side of her back with such overpowering force it began to hurt. He buried his face into her neck smelling her signature scent.

But something that sweet he didn't deserve as the smell went away. Into thin air it vanished from his sight. He laid with nothing in the end. He was still in the same dark room with no escape.

Dennis's eyes widen at this moment feeling anger and emptiness inside once again. He reached his hand out to her, seeing her body fade away from afar. The room never ended he was stuck, he always wound up right back where we started from the very beginning.

"No.., please! Don't go." His voice echoed into a small child.

He was a child again, seeing the day his father left him behind. The day he boarded the train and never returned. It was raining, he wasn't in the building anymore, just a lost child. He extended his arm out even further to the man that he saw, as he did for her as well. He fell to his knees on the ground becoming a man once more. He couldn't reach them, either one of them. The rain came down hard on his body as he looked up at the cloudy skies. Lost, week, unloved as he felt defeated by his hidden deep emotions. Suddenly hearing the train. It came for him with exhilarating speed he tried to cover his face from the blinding light, before it came crashing into him.

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His eyes shot open. The water was still running on high in shower. His body still laid there in the tub from earlier. He didn't move though; he was almost stunned and couldn't remember what had happened to him. He was soaked from head to toe beginning to look like an old prune. What time was it, he thought to himself, how long have I've been out cold? He started to feel a sharp pain in his head, but soon he heard a familiar voice.

'Look at you, look at what you've become Dennis.'

Dennis knew who it was now, he had been so out of it.

"Patricia I-"

"Now don't you say another word. Get yourself up." She said sternly.

Dennis did as told, he struggles to raise from the heavy overflowing water. Grabbing the ledge of the tub he hoisted himself up, turning to his slide slightly to shut off the water completely. Then holding onto the showers curtains for support to make himself stand up fully tall. He put his hand on his head for a moment in affliction.

"Dennis, what has happened to you? You have been out like a light for hours now. I don't understand why-"

Patricia paused mid-sentence with a confused look on her face. Suddenly changing her entire facial expression to a look of pity.

"I thought you were doing better, you said you were being good." Patricia said in a confused manner.

Dennis didn't say anything.

"How are we supposed to bring our savior into the light if your so focused on doing your dirty deeds with young..., impure girls!" Patricia said feeling annoyed.

"That's not fair." He whispered.

"Dennis you-"

"No, I have been here, I have been protecting the Horde. That, is my job. That is the purpose of my very existence. And I have been doing everything in my power to stay good. You don't have to remind me of my..., sickness." He said trying to catch his breath as he leaned on the sink.

Patricia didn't say anything, she took a moment to think.

"Dennis, all of this fuss could have been avoided. If you would've just kidnapped those two impure girls, this whole mess could've been avoided. You wouldn't have to suffer. He would have come to protect us..., Kevin."

Dennis thought back to that day of the attempted plan to kidnap the girls, but Casey got in the way. Making his body ceased and completely shut down at the sight of her. He couldn't let this girl get in his way any longer.

"I don't need him, I can take care of the Horde. I can do this, I need to do this. I was the first to come into his life." He said taking a hold of this yellow handkerchief.

"I doubt my faith in believing if he..., is even real."

Patricia was shocked and appalled by what he had just said to her.

"Do not doubt your faith Dennis, he will come, we just have to prepare. And of course, plan accordingly." Patricia said choosing her words carefully raising her hand slightly to calm him.

"Dennis listen to me, your just one man with a sickness that cannot be tame on your own, you need assistance. Now you've always trusted me, and I have not failed you yet now have I?" She said heartwarmingly.

Dennis listened to her words as he processes them. No, she's right, she's never lied, or betrayed him. He had a job to do, to show the world that they exist.

"Would you leave him alone already?!" Another voice came chiming in the mix.

Patricia rolled her eyes in aggravation at the familiar irritating voice passing through her ears.

"Hello Barry. And how did you get the light?" Patricia's demeanor became cold once again.

"Hedwig, it's very easy to persuade a child when you promise them an extra-large Twix bar." Barry said smiling, enjoying the annoyed looked upon Patricia's face.

"You shouldn't trick children." Dennis said in a weak voice.

"Hey, I'm on your side pal!" Barry took a sigh.

Barry didn't like Dennis very much, but it wasn't as bad as his detest towards Patricia.

"Ok everyone calm down." Barry said putting his hands up as he took a deep breath.

He couldn't remember the last time he was out, and in the light. It had been so long he had almost forgotten what it's like to be on the outside. To be in the real world for a change.

"Look Patricia, cut Dennis some slack alright. He's been working harder than any of us. I mean, he's even got an interview for that job at the zoo. It's too much now."

Patricia wasn't very fond of Barry in the slightest, but she had to agree on seeing Dennis's loyalty remain strong to the Horde.

"Alright Barry, fine. I see your point." She said taking one of the towels off the rack and placing it over her shoulders to cover herself.

"Dennis can rest and regain his strength for the rest of the day." Patricia continued.

"But we'll have much to discuss when he's well rested."

Barry eyed her through the mirror.

"Ok fine, I'll do the rest of the chores, and the housework." Barry said nonchalantly.

"Just make sure the house is neat, and clean. Not a mess Barry." He said harshly.

"Ok, ok I get it germaphobe! I'm pretty sure I know the drill by now." Barry said with a sassy attitude.

Dennis didn't bother responding, it only would have irritated him more. He slowly started to fade away from the light. Heading back to his chair in the dark room. He took a seat and rested, as a deep sigh escape from his lips one last time. The only two who remained was now Patricia and Barry. Barry was now able to talk to Patricia on a more serious matter now that they were alone for the first time in a long time.

"You have kept me away from the light for too long." Barry said with hatred in his voice.

Patricia said nothing but her face said it all. If someone didn't follow her beliefs or was on her side, she didn't care. So many have been locked away, forgotten what the world even looked like anymore.

"Still telling crazy stories, aren't you? You haven't changed I see. He's not real you know." Barry said staring daggers into the steamy mirror.

"Your believing in something that isn't even there. It's something that should never be created. Making Dennis kidnap young girls and for what exactly? Do you even know what's going to happen in the end? Just because we exist and that we have suffered, doesn't mean we should do the same to the innocent." Barry said with such determination.

"Oh Barry. I have absolutely no idea what you're referring to." Patricia said with a killing kindness of a smile.

"Don't play dumb with me sister." Barry said rolling his eyes.

"Yes. Of course, we exist, but it's a matter of saying we are here, to those who have not suffered the taste of blood rain upon their ingenuous lips."

Barry was disgusted by her words.

"But as far as that goes, I have nothing left to say. And that is, to you of course." Patricia shrugged her shoulders slightly with a smile.

Barry wasn't stupid, he knew she was up to something and it was never anything good.

"There'll be a day when you won't be able to come back into the light." Barry warned as he lifted a finger.

Patricia said nothing but smiled like the devil himself.

"Now if you don't mind, I will need full access to the light now thank you." Barry said in a calming voice.

"Just make sure you acquire everything we need, and don't draw attention to yourself. I know how you can be around others." Patricia said.

"Ah-hem!" Barry said through his teeth.

Patricia finally left from the light completely. Barry was relieved to be in control of the light for many long boring months he'd been in the dark with the others. He looked around at the clothing he was in from Dennis's mini breakdown. Barry even wondered what triggered Dennis, pushing him over the edge. He knew Dennis was strongest out of all of them and it certainly wasn't like him to collapse. Maybe he'd ask Dennis what exactly happened once he gets the chance, or even remembers. Barry made his way out of the bathroom and up the stairs. He went into Dennis's bedroom and headed straight for the closest. Opening the door and shutting on the light switch as he looked up and down at the many boxes. Each box had a name written on it, he searched for his name but didn't see anything yet. Suddenly a great joy came over his body.

"Gotcha sucka!" He said cheerfully to himself.

Opening the box quickly he felt relief wash over his whole being at the sight of his belongings. His designer drawings still laid in its original large black folder. He picked it up gently with care as he opened it observing his drawings. It had been so long since he'd seen any of these wonderful pieces he'd created. Placing it back into the side of the box he retrieved a fresh pair of his own clothes. Along with his comfy soft hat he'd always wear.

Suddenly it caught his eye, at the very bottom of the box laid his leather black Doc Martens.

"Well hello my beautiful Doc's!" Barry hollered with a chuckle.

He went back to the bed as he changed into his own clothing. Barry felt much more relaxed and lighter now since his pants weren't soaked with water anymore. Lastly, he slides of his heavy boots like butter. He cherishes them deeply as he looked in the mirror feeling better than ever.

Soon heading back downstairs to the kitchen to see a list of supplies. He took it in his hand reading it over.

1. Bleach

2. Windex

3. Hotdogs

4. Bread

5. Tea

The list was sort, he thought to himself.

"Where's the real food?" He asked himself feeling annoyed.

Looking towards the fridge he opened it fast seeing there was absolutely nothing green, or even anything worth eating for that matter. Barry shut the fridge door slowly and dramatic with a disgusted look on his face. He began to open the rest of the drawers fast and slamming them closed. Soon coming across an envelope laying slightly under a pad of paper. Without a second thought, he grabbed it quickly and opened it. Only to see a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills lay sound asleep.

"Hello!" Barry shouted with joy.

There had to at least be five grand in this thick little stack, he thought to himself.

"Well, I'm going to need some type of cash on me anyways. If we're ever going to survive in this house, we need food." He muttered to himself.

"Seven hundred should be good." He said smiling.

Barry took the car keys spinning them on his finger and headed to the front door.

"Now I have to buy Hedwig a Twix bar."