Chapter 15
By weirdDAR
Monk lands on a pile of cardboard boxes and foam wrappers. He lets out a tiny groan as he lifts himself off of the ground. A little wounded, he shifts his neck upwards to check if Trinity was still standing there. She, in no way possible, can be seen. Monk feels a little bit satisfied and begins to walk down the long hallway until he is distracted by the sound of dirt falling. He turns back, and a second pile of dirt hits his own landing spot. He slowly shifts over to the area and looks up, Trinity is holding a shovel with dirt resting on top. She throws the pile down into the hole. Monk backs off to avoid getting dirty, as soon as the dirt is safely on the ground, he looks back up the hole.
Monk:
You're going to need a lot more dirt than that to keep me in here.
The hole is about ten feet deep. Trinity, however, continues to pile in dirt. One by one. Monk decides to ignore this and continue his journey. The hallway Monk travels down is covered in newspaper articles. Some are on Trinity's mysterious death and some are on the cases Monk solved. Conclusive, they all have something to do, one way or another, with Adrian Monk. Monk takes notice and continues walking. Soon, he passes a door with a woman screaming from the inside. Monk investigates the door. In order to open it, he needs a key. Instead of looking everywhere for it, he kicks it down. Inside the room, Angela hides in a corner. On the other side, there is a monster that looks as if he were trapped in the middle of a doorway. The frame of the door has it's horizontal position, and it's head seems to be tucked underneath it. The door monster is heading towards Angela. In the middle of the room is a television set.
Monk:
Angela! It'll be okay…
Monk thinks fast and goes across the hall, where there is another door. He kicks it down; the room is the same. Only no monsters or Angela. He picks up the television and carries it back in the other room, throws it on top of the door monster and uses his foot to smash it down. The door monster has been knocked out. A silence fills the room; with an exception of Angela crying. Monk kneels beside her.
Monk: Are you okay?
Angela jumps up.
Angela:
You…You want what everyone else wants, don't you?
Monk:
I-I don't think so. What does everyone else want?
Angela:
Don't be a smart ass, Adrian. I know who you are. I've heard sooo much about you it'd make you sick…just go away before you get hurt.
Monk:
(Confused)
Go away?
Angela:
Yes…go away. Get out of this town before you and everyone you care about end up dead. And believe me, being a woman in great experience…I know what I'm talking about. This town isn't for you or anyone else with a pulse. Just get out of here.
Monk: But I need to know what happened to my wife.
Angela:
EX. Ex-wife, Adrian Monk. She is no longer YOUR wife. She is forever gone and you need to see that before you become one of us.
Monk:
One of us?
Angela:
Yes, us.
She pauses.
You don't know…do you?
Monk:
Know what? That this place is for tortured souls?
Angela scoffs.
Angela:
No, ADRIAN. It's not for tortured souls per se. It's for the tortured. Your wife is not here. Your wife is in either heaven or hell. Everything you've experienced has been an illusion. She didn't make that tape, and furthermore she didn't write that letter.
Monk:
But…
Angela:
Don't Adrian. Don't act as if you're confused. Because really there isn't much to be confused over. This town is evil and ran by evil spirits that can mimic anything and everything they want.
Monk:
If that's true then…how can I trust you?
Angela:
Indeed it is hard, but I'm not asking for trust. I'm actually not asking for anything but for you to leave.
Monk slowly backs up to exit the room.
Angela screams:
GO!
Monk runs out and continues down the hallway with his thoughts more twisted than before.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(The next update will be today or tomorrow.)
By weirdDAR
Monk lands on a pile of cardboard boxes and foam wrappers. He lets out a tiny groan as he lifts himself off of the ground. A little wounded, he shifts his neck upwards to check if Trinity was still standing there. She, in no way possible, can be seen. Monk feels a little bit satisfied and begins to walk down the long hallway until he is distracted by the sound of dirt falling. He turns back, and a second pile of dirt hits his own landing spot. He slowly shifts over to the area and looks up, Trinity is holding a shovel with dirt resting on top. She throws the pile down into the hole. Monk backs off to avoid getting dirty, as soon as the dirt is safely on the ground, he looks back up the hole.
Monk:
You're going to need a lot more dirt than that to keep me in here.
The hole is about ten feet deep. Trinity, however, continues to pile in dirt. One by one. Monk decides to ignore this and continue his journey. The hallway Monk travels down is covered in newspaper articles. Some are on Trinity's mysterious death and some are on the cases Monk solved. Conclusive, they all have something to do, one way or another, with Adrian Monk. Monk takes notice and continues walking. Soon, he passes a door with a woman screaming from the inside. Monk investigates the door. In order to open it, he needs a key. Instead of looking everywhere for it, he kicks it down. Inside the room, Angela hides in a corner. On the other side, there is a monster that looks as if he were trapped in the middle of a doorway. The frame of the door has it's horizontal position, and it's head seems to be tucked underneath it. The door monster is heading towards Angela. In the middle of the room is a television set.
Monk:
Angela! It'll be okay…
Monk thinks fast and goes across the hall, where there is another door. He kicks it down; the room is the same. Only no monsters or Angela. He picks up the television and carries it back in the other room, throws it on top of the door monster and uses his foot to smash it down. The door monster has been knocked out. A silence fills the room; with an exception of Angela crying. Monk kneels beside her.
Monk: Are you okay?
Angela jumps up.
Angela:
You…You want what everyone else wants, don't you?
Monk:
I-I don't think so. What does everyone else want?
Angela:
Don't be a smart ass, Adrian. I know who you are. I've heard sooo much about you it'd make you sick…just go away before you get hurt.
Monk:
(Confused)
Go away?
Angela:
Yes…go away. Get out of this town before you and everyone you care about end up dead. And believe me, being a woman in great experience…I know what I'm talking about. This town isn't for you or anyone else with a pulse. Just get out of here.
Monk: But I need to know what happened to my wife.
Angela:
EX. Ex-wife, Adrian Monk. She is no longer YOUR wife. She is forever gone and you need to see that before you become one of us.
Monk:
One of us?
Angela:
Yes, us.
She pauses.
You don't know…do you?
Monk:
Know what? That this place is for tortured souls?
Angela scoffs.
Angela:
No, ADRIAN. It's not for tortured souls per se. It's for the tortured. Your wife is not here. Your wife is in either heaven or hell. Everything you've experienced has been an illusion. She didn't make that tape, and furthermore she didn't write that letter.
Monk:
But…
Angela:
Don't Adrian. Don't act as if you're confused. Because really there isn't much to be confused over. This town is evil and ran by evil spirits that can mimic anything and everything they want.
Monk:
If that's true then…how can I trust you?
Angela:
Indeed it is hard, but I'm not asking for trust. I'm actually not asking for anything but for you to leave.
Monk slowly backs up to exit the room.
Angela screams:
GO!
Monk runs out and continues down the hallway with his thoughts more twisted than before.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(The next update will be today or tomorrow.)