VALVES OF VENGEANCE
CHAPTER 5- CAGED
By Kim
Anthony jumped and turned to see the person who had jerked the phone away. The vision scarred his mind. The bus driver! Edwin smiled at him and hung up the phone. "What's the matter dear boy? Is there something wrong with my hands? I see that there is something wrong with one of yours. Do you miss it? He pulled off a black glove from his left hand. Anthony's stomach fell one thousand feet and a cold feeling of apprehensiveness rushed to his toes. "Yes, it's yours. I finally found the perfect donor. Now my boy, I need the right." Anthony jerked away from the monster in front of him. Edwin swung his right arm around, striking Anthony in the head with his "bell" hand. Anthony shook his head, his vision became blurred. As it was his instinct, he struck back, but to no avail. Even his drum major muscles were no use against Edwin's strong frame.
Edwin got him in the stomach causing him to gasp and fall to the dirty spit-ridden floor. He groaned and looked up at the monster who glared down at him. He felt blood trickle down from his forehead, clotting over his eyebrow. Edwin seized him by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him to the director's podium. Edwin kneeled down, and lifted the podium, revealing a trap door. Anthony's mind whirled. "The living hell is this?" he thought. Edwin opened the door and tossed Anthony down into the hole, where he landed hard, knocking the wind out of him. Edwin climbed down the ladder of the hole and lowered the podium back on top.
Anthony weakly rose to his feet, gazing into the void of darkness in front of him. Edwin reached the bottom of the pit, and grasped firmly onto the back of Anthony's neck. "Walk forward, make any sound, and I will kill you." Anthony walked forward, not minding Edwin's warning. It wouldn't matter if he made sound or not, he was going to die anyway. The two turned a right corner where a dim light was hanging from the ceiling. The contents of the cave floor were dirt and garbage food containers. They passed a closed, locked door where a weary sound was emitted. Anthony shivered. It was the sound of someone crying...
"KEEP MOVING!" Edwin shouted. Anthony resisted, if only he could figure out who was crying and why. "MOVE!" Edwin shoved Anthony forward then down a dark staircase where he almost tripped several times. At the end of the staircase was a dark, dank, foul smelling room. The cemented walls and floor had numerous stains from human secretions on them. Against the easternmost wall were shackles in which Anthony was bonded with. Edwin then with a smile of satisfaction left the room. Anthony gave up his hope of coming out alive. He looked around the room in a lost attempt to find a way out. He looked to his left and gasped. There were shelves with jars… and in those jars were human hands. They looked perfectly preserved… One had an adult hand with a conductor's baton; one had a hand with French-tipped fingernails. There was also a broken jar on the floor, without a hand. However on the ground was the shattered fiberglass of the cane of a mace baton.
"Don't cry my sweet; I have given you back the greatest gift of all." Anthony's ears perked up. Edwin's screechy voice and the sobbing of a woman could be heard echoing off the cave walls. "Bow to me, proclaim me a God. I have recreated you…"
Anthony became intrigued despite his situation. Suddenly, he heard the band room doors burst open above him. Heavy footsteps pounded, making loose dust fall from the ceiling of Anthony's cell. "I can assure you that there is nothing wrong here sirs. I left for ten minutes then came back. One of my students must have been playing around with the phone. I am sorry for this false alarm." It was Mr. Herrick's voice! "Oh this cut on my head? I accidentally fell out of bed last night. My wife's a sleep-kicker." Anthony was puzzled. Mr. Herrick didn't have a wife, she was dead. Was it possible? Did Edwin possess Sam?
Edwin reemerged from the staircase and into the cell carrying a tray containing a hypodermic needle, a cleaver, thread, and sewing needle.
"Now Anthony, you shall make yourself useful to me once more, just as your director has done." He held up the syringe.
Anthony screamed.