Make Me Bleed Again

by Constable Remington

A stream-of-consciousness style fic, told by our favorite apartment-trapped nobody. Yes, all the weird spacing and runningwordstogether is done on purpose. Take a trip into the mind of Henry, damn you.

blood down walls grated floors screaming string of numbers never ends never ends never ends

sit and take a rest from

hell

and hope to god to god to god

godgodohgod the rotting smell of flesh is

burning

through my nose and through my mind and burning

through his skin oh god he's burning he'sburning

and he likes it and he's dying

and laughing

and screaming

and

17121 jasper gein seventeen out of 21

twentyone twenty-one twenty one

Just four more. Will you be next? Will I?

He's laughing at me now.

laughing laughing hahaha i'm watching you always and forever and everandever and ever until you die and then

you're mine . . .

pounding head like pounding footsteps of the killer runningafterme but there's

nowhere

to go eileen is screaming can't lookbehind me can't move can't

oh jesuschrist i feel his breath

on my neck but he's notlaughing this time.

"It's time to complete the 21 Sacraments."

Number 21. The Receiver of Wisdom.

Henry Townshend.

Henry Townshend.

Hen.

Ry.

Town.

Shend.

hands in hair and hands on skin and tracing curves and lips and hotwarm breath hazy twilight of that rotting hellridden apartment

take your

blade

and carve those numbers inmychest and then

i'm yours

and then you can do anything you want to me and

make

me

bleed

again.