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A/N: This is it, the final chapter. We enjoyed writing this story (especially the parts where we torture Jack), and we hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you for bear with us to our last chapter.
THE FORGOTTEN
Epilogue
The caretaker knocked on the door, but did not bother to wait for permission. She balanced the medicine tray on one hand expertly and pushed open the door. Inside the room, the man with a face drained of color was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The field was expectantly silent, as it should be for a graveyard. The tall brown weeds fell neatly to one side, while the wind came and go, touching the face of the winter ground, whispering sadly to the graves. A young man, no more than 35 years old, stood amongst the grey stones, holding a small bouquet of white asters.
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The minister woke up earlier than usual. Sunlight from the window greeted him and kissed his face affectionately. The minister silently prayed to the Lord for His generous and unbiased love for His sons. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment until the alarm clock finally sounded.
"Good morning, Mr. Merridew. How are you feeling today?"
The man on the bed stared emotionless at the caretaker. He opened his mouth awkwardly, trying to make a sound, but instead, a stream of drool dropped from the corner of his mouth.
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"Hi, how are things going down there? I brought you our favorite flower. You like it?" The young man smiled at the gravestone, on which engraved the letters:
Here Lies Samuel James Danson
Beloved Son and Brother
1946-1977
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
"I am sorry you missed out on so much, but that's okay. I'm living for the both of us now."
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After bathing, the Minster walked down the long hall way to the dining room. He usually would have done his morning prayer by this time, but because of the sinful act he committed a few days ago, he found himself stared accusingly by the gaze of the God.
"It was all done for the best."
The hand went to grab the golden cross that hung around the Minster's neck. He murmured to himself before he entered the grand room.
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"Here you are, Mr. Merridew. Just put this in your mouth. Then drink all of this…"
The caretaker put assorts of pills on Jack's hand, and watched him swallowed them all as obediently as a kitten. She smiled kindly at him, feeling the deepest sympathy.
"And to think, a few years ago, he was going to be the Mayor of The City…"
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The man kneeled down in front of his brother's grave stone, and placed the white flowers carefully. He gently caressed the name on the stone, as if it was really his brother.
"It was all over, Eric. I had taken your revenge for you. You should be there. It was so sweet that I can taste it. Jack probably tasted it too."
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After an exceptionally satisfying breakfast, the Minister asked for the Lord's forgiveness for his sin of gluttony. Then he went and picked up the morning paper.
"Good day, Minister Watson, sir." The paper boy greeted Ralph, his bike staggering from the weight of the papers.
Ralph smiled and nodded at him, and glanced at the newspaper. On the front page, the headline was:
Former Mayor Hopeful Acquitted by Plea of Insanity
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Jack held his arm out in a jerky movement, which hit the caretaker on the face. The woman yelped, and dropped the tray.
"Mr. Merridew!"
The man suddenly laughed, in a voice of 3 years old. He giggled and stuck his tongue out.
"Ralph, you idiot. You dropped the meat."
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"Near the end, I lost track of what I put in his drinks. Not that it mattered, you know? He was already messed up so badly. Although I am so glad that I get to see the moment he crossed over."
The young man's voice suddenly became that of a desperate, abused child.
"Why is Piggy's head smashed open? Jack?"
He laughed out loud. "Oh, Eric, it would have been so much more fun if you were there."
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Ralph sighed loudly as he threw the newspaper in his room. The sinful box of drug sheets, unlabelled, stood smugly on his table stand. Ralph wondered sourly why he hadn't trash it out. It was the evidence of his great sin, keeping it wouldn't relinquish the things he had done.
He had betrayed God. He used his advantage to destroy a man, even though that man was Jack Merridew.
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The caretaker left the room quietly, leaving Jack alone with his utterance.
"How is Merridew doing?" Another caretaker approached her.
"He's in one of his fits again."
The other nodded gravely. One must always be very careful when Merridew was in one of his fits.
When he was first arrested, it took three police officers to separate him from the corpse of the religious nut he was abusing.
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The man sat on the ground, crossing his leg, laughing hysterically.
"You should have seen his face! It was hilarious. One would think he had seen a real ghost!"
Still laughing, tears started to running down from the corner of the man's eyes.
"And he deserved it, all of it! After what he had done to you…Eric, my brother, why did you leave me because of my mistake? Why do we have to look so alike?"
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Ralph had found himself having trouble staying focus for a few days. He would stop for an absurd length of time in a middle of a speech and blank. He couldn't remove the trembling, bubbling Jack out of his mind. He seemed so scared, like a frightened pig. Even the last time he finally decided to visit Jack, he didn't have the courage to face the white and horrified face of Jack.
"Are you alright, Minister?"
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In the room, Jack was restless. He needed something, but did not know what. He found a plastic fork, which the caretaker forgot to pick up, and pounced on to the bed like a beast. He stabbed the fork into the bed violently, and snarled in an animalistic growl.
The two women outside winced, knowing fully well what was coming up next.
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"Why our old Mayor died was the one thing, the one and only thing I have not shared with you, Eric. And I was punished so severely for it. For the rest of my life this void will never be filled; I will always pause in mid-sentence, expecting someone to finish it for me…"
The young man finally broke into a fit of sobs.
"He killed him…the Mayor…Jack killed the Mayor…and he knew that I knew it…"
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The inquirer was a boy in the church's choir. He was a bright twelve years old with the face of an angel. Needless to say, Ralph was quite fond of him.
"Oh, I am just fine, thank you for asking, Harry." Ralph watched his scarlet hair reflecting sunshine. I think I might see my own face in his hair if I really try. Ralph thought.
"All right then, Minister Watson, have a good day. God bless you." Harry said cheerfully.
Ralph admired the youthful innocence that reeked from Harry even as he walked away.
"I know what you did. Minister Watson." Out of the blue, Harry said quietly, not looking back, nor slowing his steps.
Ralph froze.
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The two women watched in wonder.
Jack was grabbing his own head and smashing it against the wall. After the blood trickled down his forehead, he stopped, dabbed it with his finger, and tasted it curiously.
Instantly, his expression morphed into a combination of fear and menace. He screamed on the top of his lung.
"OUT! BEAST! OUT!"
Jack punched himself across the face, which caused his mouth to bleed. And the blood only made him more excited. He bit his forearm and threw himself against the wall repeatedly. The plastic fork was made of use also, for Jack stabbed himself in the throat with it.
The two women knew it would only get worse from here and help must be called to stop Jack from harming himself further. But Merridew was a hopeless case, and watching a former star in such a pathetic state was just oh-so-amusing.
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"Jack killed you instead of me, Eric. He thought he killed me though, and the funny part is he still hired me, because I pretended to be you, as his secretary. Sometimes I really want to know what was going on in that little head of his…"
The grave agreed silently.
"Then I got the chance to talk with Ralph again. Surprisingly, he forgave Jack for killing Piggy and Simon. But, Eric, I couldn't, especially after he shot you where your heart was. I drugged him, Eric. I picked out the worst drug that I could get my hands on in the black market to add into Jack's tea. Then I convinced Ralph to go to the library and do the same…"
The grave sighed, but said nothing.
"You don't think I am crazy, do you? I did all these for you, so don't you dare point your finger at me!"
The grave stared blankly at Eric, or he should be called Sam.
"Jack was an ass, he thought he could have everything, he thought he could get away with what he did, just like on the island."
The grave opened its mouth and swallowed the crying man.
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On the driveway of Minister Watson's house stood a garbage bin. It was blue with wheels and innocent like all other garbage bins. Its owner was in an obscure church in an obscure neighborhood in the obscure part of The City, doing his job like all other good ministers.
That day was garbage day.
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"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"
Jack rocked back and forth, singing to himself.
"Remember, my hunters, we can't kill the Beast because it will always come back. It's unforgettable…"
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