((Author's Note))—
If you've ever seen the motion picture, "Silence of the Lambs" or even it's follow up, "Hannibal" you'll find its rather disturbing to watch. Well, if you're like me, and like action/adventure/horror/ and romance themes then your bound to like my story or my point of view of how Roger and Dorothy fell in love.
SUMMERY :
This story is going to be set around the couple Roger and Dorothy...so if you're an Angel fan; sorry you are OUT of luck! There was a man who escaped from the nuthouse in Paradigm City. They claim he ran unarmed (without any weapons when he escaped), but he was very dangerous even without the help of weapons. Weeks later he somehow tricked some twin girls to come to his old apartment, there he starved them in deep hole until they literally died. When they died he peeled the skin off their back, legs and abdomen. He was a transsexual named, Luther. When he was put in the nuthouse, and he was trying to do his deeds like 40 years ago...creating a new skin. But when the parents of the twin daughters comes to Roger Smith's doorstep, offering any pay to his negotiating services, Roger finds himself in yet, another mess. Investigating the site where the twins were found, Luther pays a visit to the neogocaitor in disguise. He looks at Dorothy, and almost gave up his cover...it would be easier than he thought. Dorothy was a fully operational android, and if he collected enough skin he could do an operation on Dorothy, switching his brain, with hers. Besides, he was a transsexual (a man posing to be a women). If you are at all interested in what should happen next, by all means read on....
Chapter OneA runaway patient...
"It's been so long since I've seen the light outside of this walls, beyond these towering chambers. These rusty bars caging me in like a bird will not hold me captive until the day I die...no, I will find the way to escape this. Mark my words all of you." A man said sitting on the other side of a steel table. His doctor was on the other side of him, listening and writing everything down Luther was saying.
"Tell me, Doctor...how is it you can easily call yourself humane or even slightest bit not, insane?" Luther asked. He grinned at his doctor and he popped his knuckles.
"This session isn't about me Luther, it's about you. Just trust in me for once, and"—
"How can you trust someone when they think your crazy!" Luther slammed his fist into the table. He stared at his doctor with angry eyes...
"Answer me!" Luther stood from his seat and he grabbed his doctor's neck and tried to break it. The guards rushed in and broke away from Luther's grip. They escorted him away and he was yelling and ranting. He was wildly trying to escape their grip but he hadn't succeeded.
"Tell me! I want to your answer Mr. Brody!" Luther called as they restrained him and carried him down a long and dark corridor.
They locked him inside his cell again. It was cold and dark and he crouched over in a corner. He was muttering and moaning meaningless words. He stood again, and approached his cell bars. He gripped them tightly and the same plan after last night's supper suddenly filled the corners of his mind and he smiled an evil grin...He had saved a chicken bone and chewed into a small piece that could fit the handcuff locks. Officers came to his cell every night to bring him his supper, to put the tray inside the cell they handcuffed him to the bars so he couldn't escape. 'Well, tonight,' he thought, 'will be different.' And he cackled loudly.
"Alright Luther you know the drill, let's go." One of the officers said. Luther put out his wrist in between the bars and a pair of handcuffs came around securely. Both officers came inside to make sure of any mishaps. Luther quickly got the chicken bone from his mouth and into his hands. He twisted, moved all around in the lock and did it serval times before it worked... It clicked silently and Luther waited for the perfect time to come around. He threw the handcuffs off of him and ran out. Both officers started to run after him but he had closed the cell doors.
"Where are my keys?"
"Looking for these?" Luther teased, dangling them in front of the officer, like a bone to a hungry dog.
"You won't get out of here. They'll catch you." One of them said.
"Oh really, well I'll see you tomorrow if you are so sure about that, ta ta." He waved as he walked down the hall.
A guard for the floor on which Luther was on, came down the hall, because of the commotion. Luther tripped him and grabbed his bat as he still lay on the floor. When he tried getting up he was beaten to death with the steal bat. His screams and the blood spatter was so incredibly thick, it echoed down these halls and deep corridors.
Just as Luther was about to leave he looked back at the guard. He ripped the pants off him and he grabbed the jacket, hat and shoes. He put them on as a disguise to get out of this mess. He tightened the shoes and kicked the dead guard aside grabbing the bat. He walked out of that hall without any problem and possibly he could walk out of the building without any problems at all...
Meanwhile at the Smith Household....
Roger was concentrating hard on his hourglass. He held the weight very carefully and at the same time balancing the sand on the balance. Dorothy unaware of this, walked into to the room across from where Roger sat and with her fingers brushed the keys of a smooth piano. She sat herself down and began to press some keys together at the same time opening an annoying, fast moving tune. Roger calculating how much sand to put in this hourglass jumped dropping the weight and the sand fell on the table.
"R. DOROTHY WYNRIEGHT!" He cursed, in futile yelling. Dorothy merely ignored him and continued to play. Roger got up from his desk calmly walked over and with fast movement he shut the piano quickly. Dorothy moved her fingers in time...
"What are you doing?" She asked, without emotion. Roger smiled a fake smile and pulled out a key.
"You see this?"
"Yes, I'm not blind Roger Smith." She said. Roger nodded with excitement.
"You see that hole right there?" Roger pointed at a keyhole in the piano top. Dorothy nodded.
"This is going to go inside it and lock the piano away...FOR GOOD!" He laughed, locking it. Dorothy just stared at him with slightly confused eyes. Just then Norman walked in the room and held a radio.
"Sir, you might want to listen to this. I was in the kitchen when it first came on, and they are talking about it still." Norman say down on the couch and Roger sat beside him to hear. Dorothy remained at the piano's seat, listening.
"This is breaking news with great coverage, here's Marten Lucado with the lastest on Luther Greg escape." Moments passed.
"Thank-you Tom, and I'm here standing outside of the Paradigm Asylum. There was a man, a few hours that escaped the great security here. They said that no one could escape the eyes of these security guards, and officers but, what was a garduntee, is a lie Forty years ago was the first time this man, Luther Greg, was placed here for killing girls for their skin. He is a transsexual, who claims he is in need of another skin... That's the latest, and I'm Marten Lucado and goodnight."
"Gross!" Dorothy found herself blurting out. Roger and Norman simultaneously looking straight at Dorothy.
"Very disturbing, I'm installing new locks on the mansion sir, so you can sleep soundly tonight." Norman pronounced. Roger nodded. Norman stood and walked out of the room. Roger looked back at his desk, sand was still falling off of the balance and he groaned.
"Dorothy, you really messed me up, I was adding the sand in." Roger argued. Dorothy ignored him and she walked out of the room onto the balcony. Rogers sat there for a moment weeping in his misery. He walked over to his desk again and just stared.
"That's going to take hours longer now!" He sighed. When he looked back outside on the balcony, Dorothy was standing her usual place... on the rail. Roger cleaned his mess and then joined her.
The wind was chilling and the sky was darkening. Dorothy's dress blowing faintly in the wind and she said nothing. She looked at Roger, he had his arms folded and he leaned on the rail.
"Aren't you cold?" She asked.
"Why do you care?" He snapped. Dorothy didn't answer; she got off and walked back inside. Roger buried his face in his hands, for moments he stood out there alone and just as he was about to leave a warm blanket covered him. Dorothy appeared again beside him, but this time she wasn't standing she was sitting close to him.
"Roger, sorry about your hourglass." She finally said.
"And don't take that the wrong way, I just said 'Sorry'." She said again. Her face still looking out, and her neck still tilting downward. She overlooked the height at which she sat and she merely looked back at Roger.
Roger didn't say anything to her he just stared out too.
"Thanks." He said clutching the blanket. Dorothy nodded and she stood again. She did a summersault and landing in front of the door. She walked in, leaving him out there.
Sorry if there are mistakes. In a rush, yet again! I hope you guys like this so far the next chapter should get you a little freaked, but some people that doesn't work anyway, REVIEW ME or else my mistakes my not get fix or I might not get the encouragement I need to complete this story, like all those other attempts I do. zoeGurl