A/n BLAH!
Chapter 8
Edwin slid silently down the hallway, his once shuffling step was masked; he wanted to surprise Anthony, to scare him so bad he would never tell anyone what he had seen. He had left Anthony alone for quite some time now, days it must've seemed to Anthony, all alone. The boy had fallen into a nervous sleep, his head thrashed about, and he muttered under his breath. "no….my hand….uhh….stop…stop!" Edwin stood in front of the boy, a proud smile on his face; he had caused this, this terror. Edwin reached out one metal encrusted hand and ran it gently over the stump where Anthony's left hand had been. "NO DON'T! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" the cry sprang from Anthony's throat, his body jerked against his bonds, his eyes snapped open, pure terror. Edwin's smile grew and he could not refrain from giggling, how had he, a lowly sophomore mellophone, managed to cause so much terror. Edwin eyed the sweat slipping ever so slowly down Anthony's forehead, he was so scared, 'he doesn't know I'm going to let him go, silly boy, I think I'll leave him here just a bit longer…' A loud cry broke through the stale air, Edwin whirled around to face Anthony, the boy was still shivering, the cry had not come from him. 'Damn her! How did she know?' Edwin sighed and began to speak.
Anthony stared up at Edwin, sounds were coming from the horrible man, but Anthony could not comprehend. The man with the unnaturally high voice continued to make noises and gesture with his hands, he seemed to become frustrated and walked back and forth in front of Anthony. 'He reminds me of Michael Jackson…' Anthony smiled, it was a small smile, barely even there, but Edwin saw it.
"DAMMIT YOU STUPID BOY!" Even though he had promised not to hurt the boy any more, Edwin could not stop himself from reaching out a hand and smacking the boy in the face. Anthony stared back at Edwin, shocked, a line of blood slipping down his cheek from the 5 tiny marks where Edwin's metal nails had collided. But the smile slowly slipped back, Edwin was surprised, but more importantly his ego was bruised.
There was no easy way to set the boy free, but then he remembered the anesthesia for when he wanted to remove hands from live beings. 'Enough to knock the boy out for the rest of the night, a lovely surprise for his director in the morning.' Edwin grinned, and felt along the top shelf for his needle. He didn't bother to sterilize it, he didn't like the boy anyways. His back to the boy he filled the hypodermic needle, arranged his face in a suitable mad scientist expression and turned around.
Anthony jerked back involuntarily, it reminded him of the novel Frankenstein, a creature so horrible you cannot stand to look at it. Then his eyes refocused, away from the mans face, on the needle. 'Shit, what's he going to do to me? He's going to take my other hand, God no!' Anthony began to struggle violently, the shackles cut into his wrists. He didn't feel it when the needle sunk into his arm. Slowly the world dimmed, fading around the edges, before it went black.
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Sam entered the band room, his stride slow and heavy. He had stayed up late into the night thinking about what Eric had said. 'Did I really cause all those deaths? Did I kill the band? Anthony? Lorelei?' He crossed the entire band room and slid into his office. I put down his brown leather briefcase and went into the band/choir library. He grabbed the copies of a piece he wanted the Wind Ensemble to play, The Missing Mellophone. So far as he knew, this piece had never been played; by anyone. It was a haunting and tortured, the kind that leaves you emotionally drained at the end of the piece. Sam left his office and walked towards his podium, studying the score. His foot hit something soft and Sam started to fall. The score fluttered down to the ground as Sam reached out to grab a stand to keep from hitting the ground. As his hands clutched at a stand, his eyes connected with the soft thing on the floor.
Sam's blue eyes widened before closing in pain, a slight breeze slid through the room, the pages on the score turned, and the haunting notes of the mellophone solo rose before Sam, and Anthony's lifeless body.