VALVES OF VENGEANCE
CHAPTER 3- POSSESSIONS
By Kim
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation
Here and now
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to?
*Another Suitcase in another Hall ~ Evita
~*~One month after the accident~*~
"Okay, five minute break!" Anthony announced from atop his drum major podium. The band gave their usual joyful shouts as they all rushed to the front sideline to grab their water jugs. Anthony sat down on the podium, rubbing his right hand over his left stump on his wrist, letting the memories seep back into his mind like a cool, tickling, trickling liquid of poison.
"OH GOD MY HAND! I CAN'T FEEL IT! IT'S STUCK UNDER THE SEAT! PLEASE! MY HAND" The bus driver ran to Anthony's side and took out a very sharp looking blade, held in a mangled hand that looked like it had metal stuck in it, all that was visible by the light of the silver moon. "This will be all mine now." He said coolly, and as abrupt as a flash of lightening, a numbing, blinding pain seared all over Anthony's body, he screamed the loudest he had ever screamed before. The bus driver then ran off into the distance, leaving Anthony sick, sad, and shocked.
"Tony! It's been five minutes!" Mr. Herrick yelled from below the podium. Anthony shook his head and shifted his transfixed gaze to his remaining thirty band members. "SET IN CHART 34!" he bellowed and watched as the band ran to their set. The guard gracefully ran, grabbing their swing flags tightly.
Anthony sat in the band room waiting for his band director to finish stacking the paperwork to the next performance. "Tony, come in please." Anthony entered his band director's office, however something was not right. He had been shredding numerous checks and monetary donations from the band fund. "Yes sir…" he nodded, and sat on the swivel chair across from Mr. Herrick, who looked at him with a stare of utter satisfaction. "How does it feel to have only one hand? I'm sure you find it quite hard to cope with your new situation." Mr. Herrick folded his hands and placed them on the desk, almost as if he was bragging about how he had two. Anthony stared down at his stump as it had became a habit to whenever someone would mention his non existent hand. "Anyways, I know of a man who can help you. He played the mellophone a long time ago and he is now a counselor for musicians with amputated parts. You can find him here right now, he's in the instrument storage room taking a nap. Just ask for Edwin… he'll know what to do with you." Anthony was a bit weirded out by the entire conversation, and so he left the office and went into the instrument storage room, however there was no one there.
Sam suddenly began to have convulsions in his office, he trembled and shook, his eyes rolled back into his head. "No, no Edwin- NO MORE OF THIS!" then he suddenly lay still on his desk panting… not remembering a single thing from the last ten minutes. He looked over and saw the checks and band money shredded inside the shredder machine. He then began to panic. Edwin was back.