A/N: Yay. Another person!
MizzNite: My dad is crazy...he gives me the inspiration. That's how i came up with it.
warrior of the shadow: It's nice that your interested...I'm startin to think i'm like a retarted donkey talkin here.
Chapter 20: A mystery solved
A truck crashes through the railing and plunges into the lake. In moments, the truck was filling up with water, the driver inside trapped…drowning.
A blood-covered hand tries to open the door but it was stuck.
The hand was on the window, slowly, it slips away…smearing blood.
"Ready, and…CLEAR!"
Everything faded to black then, to blinding white…
A man lies on a bed, unconscious, his hair spiky and soggy. He was truly handsome.
Two doctors stood nearby, talking.
"What's the patient's name?" asked the first one, looking at his clipboard. His eyes scanned the information and he looked up at the much older doctor. "Oh my god. It's him?"
He looked over to the sleeping man and gaped at him.
"Yes." said the older doctor bitterly, "Unfortunately, this has given him some brain damage. Possible memory loss."
"Will he remember anything?"
"Probably not."
Close-up on the man's face as everything grows dimmer and dimmer until it fades into darkness. A beautiful female voice sings…
'All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun,
Pop! Goes the weasel…'
He awakened slowly, knowing something was wrong, terribly wrong. He felt as though he had been drugged. The feeling wasn't much of a surprise…he had used drugs before…and had regretted it to this very day.
It was an enormous effort merely to open his eyes.
Spence looked around the room and began to panic inside. He looked half-dead…maybe that's just because he was.
His hands were tied up front, naked from waist up, in some smelly, old basement. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. His head started to pound.
All he could remember was a platform…some cords…
He shook his head. That was not real…not real!
Ashley wouldn't…
Suddenly, he saw something.
A slim figure was standing in the dark. The figure stepped into the light.
It was Ashley.
He stood up at the sight of her. And this was not easy. He leaned at the post for a moment then pushed himself off, walking over to her.
"Ashley…"
Ashley chuckled as she seductively moves closer to Spence, their bodies almost touching, her hands caressing his hair, lips, neck...
"Ashley." he repeated. "Where are--?"
Ashley pressed her finger to his lips and forces him down, onto the floor, his back to the post. She straddled him, and when he tried to stand, she pushed him down, forcing him to stay.
Now, he was confused and angry.
"Ashley, look--"
Ashley put a hand around his neck and pushed him towards her, kissing him. Her kiss was firm and deep, her tongue caressing the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks.
She pulled away, smiling, "God. Five years and you still haven't changed."
Spence stared at her, totally confused. "Five years?"
Ashley sat back Indian-style on the floor and folded her arms. Smiling. She reached out and touched his abdomen, feeling it. Spence groaned and winced in pain. The dream…it was true.
"Still hurts?" she patted him on the cheek, "Poor baby."
"What's going on, Ashley?"
Ashley tossed her head and said in a different accent, "I'm not Ashley."
"What are you talking about?"
"My name isn't Ashley." she said simply.
Spence looked at her, curious and irritated at the same. Why wasn't she trying to kill him?
"If your not Ashley, then who are you?"
"I run this hell-pit." 'Ashley' said. "My name is Drew Pennyworth."
Drew Pennyworth.
Spence sat there, pale and silent. He knew the name…he knew the beautiful voice…he knew her…but from where?
A hospital.
Spence, in working clothes, walked through the door. A woman smiled and stood up, she wiped the tears away, hugging him. 'Oh, I'm so happy you're here…'
Ashley looked at him, smiling, waiting…
And then,
The voice of a doctor talking…
'Unfortunately, this has given him some brain damage. Possible memory loss.'
Spence looked at Ashley…Drew.
He couldn't believe it.
"How--?"
"You're a doctor D'Angelo…and I was your patient." Ashley said. "And you killed me…but I was brought back from the dead a few years later. I don't know how. I don't know why. But I know that you made a mistake…"
She continued on, "…A mistake that killed me. I had an alter. Her name was Ashley." she looked into his eyes. "She was the one you guys trusted. Are you familiar with MPD, doctor?"
The information shocked him. He didn't believe that there was such a thing before…
"Multiple Personality Disorder?" Drew watched the expression on his face. It was of anguish.
She wanted to kill him…to torture him more…but at the same time…she wanted to let him go.
"Ashley was an alter. Created by me. My mind."
"But incase you might have forgotten…" Drew said. "I'll refresh your memory: MPD is a condition where there are several completely different personalities in one body. It's also known as dissociative identity disorder. It's been in the psychiatric literature for more than two hundred years now. It mostly starts of a childhood trauma. Or, in my case, the day I revived from the dead.
The victim shuts out the trauma by creating another identity. Sometimes, a person will have dozens of different personalities or alters…Sound familiar, doctor?"
Spence looked at her dependently, "Just kill me."
Drew laughed and then her smile faltered, now deadly serious. "I don't think so." she whispered, warming his ear with her ears, leaning over and caressing his face, she rubs her cheek against his and lets out a small laugh.
"Not yet, anyway. I am going to make you suffer the way you made me suffer. I'm going to kill your friends, one - by - one, so you can watch them die…"
Spence closed his eyes, sickened by the thought, he opened them again as she repeated the last line. He tries to turn his head away but Drew grips his chin, turning his head back.
"…And then, I'm going to kill you."
Drew left him, satisfied, she opened the door and walked out, jumping back when Caulder almost bumped into her.
"Don't. Ever. Touch me." she warned, she put a finger on his chest and pushed him away as if disgusted on touching him. "Ew." she whined, wiping her finger on the wall.
"Miss Drew!" Caulder gasped, "I…"
"No, please." Drew said. "Don't do that annoying thing you do."
Ain't she a bitch?
"What annoying thing?" Caulder asked.
"Ya know, when you talk…" Drew pushed past him and continued walking down the hallway with him following behind. "It's just so annoying."
Ouch.
Caulder was definitely offended.
Drew sighed, "Obviously, words strung together in a sentence completely bewilders you. So...I'll start again, Go. Away."
"Miss Drew, it's about Hannibal King…"
Drew stopped and twirled around, keeping her sweet disposition, "Yes?"
Caulder gulped, "He…kind of…escaped?"
From outside the building, and into the city of L.A, there was an angry scream, making startled birds fly in all directions...
"FUCKING HANNIBAL KING!"