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Chapter 5: Flash Backs
Dennis' body rocked back and forth with his knees bent up to his chin, hugging onto it tightly. His eyes were wide and pale with a milky colour glazed covering them; his lips saying something nervously that no sound came out of; his forehead wrinkled with visible droplets of sweat running down his head. The only sound in the room was the creaking on the bed, which Dennis made when the heavy and uncomfortable silence hung upon the bedroom. Padme, face still visible ripped, sat cross-legged in front of the mumbling Dennis. He had that 'I'm in deep shit now!' look upon on his knotted face. "Dennis?" Padme started, but his ears were boxed. "Dennis, are you all..." Just as she placed her bony hands on his hand his body automatically twitched. She snatched her hands away. Padme just didn't get it! Her cheeks became a dark shade of red as her anger grew at her frustration with Dennis. Padme just went and grabbed his moist hands. Dennis furiously tried to pull away but her grip on him was strong..as well as the images inside his head increased.
"AHHHHHHH!" One minute he was inside Padme's room, the next he was walking towards a hallway. The familiar stench of rotting, old meat and the newly made and the dry blood stained on the walls made him gag. Dennis knew where he was..The Charlie Mason Asylum. Oh shit. Suddenly, a startling and insane laughter echoed about the hall. FLASH. Ryan was standing in front of him, smiling oh so sweetly. "H...hi, Ryan?" Dennis mumbled through his chattering teeth, the air grew much colder and clammy inside the hallway. FLASH. Close up view of Ryan's eyes. Shit, screw Cyrus! "Ohhhh boy, uh..hehehehe" he chuckled lightly with his teeth glaring a large smile, as he backed away slowly "...I think I'll just be going now, BYE!" Before Dennis could run away from the creepy looking 'thing' that glowed before him, Ryan, snatched Dennis' hand with those ridiculous no-nails, bony fingers...and did not let go! With a terrified scream, he began to see with the eyes of a tortured human being.
And Dennis saw within Ryan..
FLASH.
As Ryan's fingers were clawing at the wall madly, trying to escape, the skin on his fingers began to shred, so too did Dennis. Ryan heard the guards open the cell's door. The pain in his ribcage reminded him what horrible tricks the doctor would play on him. Ryan head was pounding and he grew terrified and frightens yet at the same time he was angry with all of them cruel people. He pounced on the closest guard and started to swing his claws at the guard's face. The smell of the warm blood thrilled Ryan's nostrils, so too did Dennis. Just as Ryan was having some fun, another guard saw what was happening and pulled Ryan off of the screaming guard. More guards went around Ryan with one inserting a needle full of green liquid into his neck making Ryan feel dizzy and weak very quickly, so too did Dennis. While the other guards pulled him to the ground and buckling and strapping him up in his straight jacket. Ryan felt the tight and itchy swallowing him up inside that blood stain thing which he hated because he could not move his hands, so too did Dennis. The others beat Ryan with metal bars. Ryan curled up in a ball and trying to shield himself at the bars which would leave bruises all over him. In less than a minute there was nine counted guards men drowning Ryan in a sea of pain, so too did Dennis feel those whipping bars.
Ow! Ow! Ow! I get it! I understand you goddamn bastard! I understand! Dennis screamed somewhere in a dark, dark place. A place to which Dennis/Ryan withdrew from the torture, it was the only way to survive and have a little sane left in him. I understand!
Do you? A soft, raspy voice asked him. Do you? ....
Gods! I've been so lazy in the summer and stuf..sleeping, yup! I know this is short, it was suppose to be another part in it that I * was * writing on and on about, but!!!! I want to look over it and THINK, that's the first for me in a long time, about what Jackal would think or feel or see when he died in the flames so, update my piece of crap soon.
Chapter 5: Flash Backs
Dennis' body rocked back and forth with his knees bent up to his chin, hugging onto it tightly. His eyes were wide and pale with a milky colour glazed covering them; his lips saying something nervously that no sound came out of; his forehead wrinkled with visible droplets of sweat running down his head. The only sound in the room was the creaking on the bed, which Dennis made when the heavy and uncomfortable silence hung upon the bedroom. Padme, face still visible ripped, sat cross-legged in front of the mumbling Dennis. He had that 'I'm in deep shit now!' look upon on his knotted face. "Dennis?" Padme started, but his ears were boxed. "Dennis, are you all..." Just as she placed her bony hands on his hand his body automatically twitched. She snatched her hands away. Padme just didn't get it! Her cheeks became a dark shade of red as her anger grew at her frustration with Dennis. Padme just went and grabbed his moist hands. Dennis furiously tried to pull away but her grip on him was strong..as well as the images inside his head increased.
"AHHHHHHH!" One minute he was inside Padme's room, the next he was walking towards a hallway. The familiar stench of rotting, old meat and the newly made and the dry blood stained on the walls made him gag. Dennis knew where he was..The Charlie Mason Asylum. Oh shit. Suddenly, a startling and insane laughter echoed about the hall. FLASH. Ryan was standing in front of him, smiling oh so sweetly. "H...hi, Ryan?" Dennis mumbled through his chattering teeth, the air grew much colder and clammy inside the hallway. FLASH. Close up view of Ryan's eyes. Shit, screw Cyrus! "Ohhhh boy, uh..hehehehe" he chuckled lightly with his teeth glaring a large smile, as he backed away slowly "...I think I'll just be going now, BYE!" Before Dennis could run away from the creepy looking 'thing' that glowed before him, Ryan, snatched Dennis' hand with those ridiculous no-nails, bony fingers...and did not let go! With a terrified scream, he began to see with the eyes of a tortured human being.
And Dennis saw within Ryan..
FLASH.
As Ryan's fingers were clawing at the wall madly, trying to escape, the skin on his fingers began to shred, so too did Dennis. Ryan heard the guards open the cell's door. The pain in his ribcage reminded him what horrible tricks the doctor would play on him. Ryan head was pounding and he grew terrified and frightens yet at the same time he was angry with all of them cruel people. He pounced on the closest guard and started to swing his claws at the guard's face. The smell of the warm blood thrilled Ryan's nostrils, so too did Dennis. Just as Ryan was having some fun, another guard saw what was happening and pulled Ryan off of the screaming guard. More guards went around Ryan with one inserting a needle full of green liquid into his neck making Ryan feel dizzy and weak very quickly, so too did Dennis. While the other guards pulled him to the ground and buckling and strapping him up in his straight jacket. Ryan felt the tight and itchy swallowing him up inside that blood stain thing which he hated because he could not move his hands, so too did Dennis. The others beat Ryan with metal bars. Ryan curled up in a ball and trying to shield himself at the bars which would leave bruises all over him. In less than a minute there was nine counted guards men drowning Ryan in a sea of pain, so too did Dennis feel those whipping bars.
Ow! Ow! Ow! I get it! I understand you goddamn bastard! I understand! Dennis screamed somewhere in a dark, dark place. A place to which Dennis/Ryan withdrew from the torture, it was the only way to survive and have a little sane left in him. I understand!
Do you? A soft, raspy voice asked him. Do you? ....
Gods! I've been so lazy in the summer and stuf..sleeping, yup! I know this is short, it was suppose to be another part in it that I * was * writing on and on about, but!!!! I want to look over it and THINK, that's the first for me in a long time, about what Jackal would think or feel or see when he died in the flames so, update my piece of crap soon.