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Location: Boiler room. 12pm
Hisssss
Clink
Hisssssss
Clunk
Rattle
Hisssssss
I step out of the smoke the pipes create. Another dramatic entrance. Too bad no one is here to see it. Slim pickings lately… I briefly wonder why, then laugh.
Me of course
My reputation must precede me. I laugh again, dragging my claws along the nearest pipe
SSSSSCCCCCRRRREEEEEEECCCCCHHHHHHH
I shudder. What a wonderfully deafening sound. I admire the contraption suited on my hand. Blood? I idly stick out my tongue and lick the crusted liquid. Deep in thought again, it never makes itself coherent, but what do I care. It's always forgotten in the next hiss of a steam pipe.
Hissssss
See? There it goes.
I crack my neck before leaping up onto the catwalk. The soft clank of the metal under my feet, the hiss of steam, the bump and grind of gears… all very nice, though something seems missing…
Screaming, fear, crying
Damn it
I beat the railing of the catwalk and scowl at the metal network under it.
I hate slow days
I stare at my gloved hand again. When was the last time I took this off? I turn away from it, then back again. When was the last time I removed my glove? I stare, then rip it off.
Nothing special. Just a hand, burnt into a grotesque ratted pattern like the rest of my skin. I stare, balling it into a fist, and then stretching it out again.
I put the glove back on. Was I really expecting something different? Was I expecting my hand to be healed?
Maybe
The steam hissed past so I can't really recall anymore.
I look up at the ceiling… wait, what ceiling? It's just… black. How the hell long has it been just black!
Screw it.
I have to find something to suppress my nerves…
Damn kids.
I need the thrill of the chase
Or at least a distraction.
I stare at my hand again. Then drag it across the metal rail, sending sparks to the chasm below and the whine of metal-on-metal screaming to the… lack of ceiling.
Grunting, I continue down the metal grating. My mind wanders… falling backwards in time.
My last kill Oh, how good that was
My resurrection Haha, stupid fools
My death Told 'em I'd be back, that they would pay
Killing little children Little brats disserved to die
Killing the class pets' Damn hamster bit me first
…
Mom
Mother? When, how did she come back to consciousness? I had…forgotten all about her…
What I had done to her…
Reality hit me hard in the face
Or maybe that was the concrete floor I felt
I had managed to fall off the catwalk. Perfect. I got up and brushed off. Then I spit out a tooth.
Fuck.
Looking around, I gathered myself and recognized what part of the room I was in.
What was I thinking about again?
Damn it. Oh well. Couldn't have been that important.
Hisssssss
The steam hit me square in the face. I made a dent in the pipe with my fist, then sat on the cooler one next to it.
I put my hands down to steady myself. Metal on metal on one side… and a muffled one on the right.
What?
I tried putting my hand down a few more times. Same sound, though it wasn't like a pipe sound… warmer too.
I looked over
A… box?
I didn't leave that there.
Did I?
No, I've never seen it before. I turned to face it. Curling the bow around my claw and eyed it strangely.
If I didn't put it there….
"SHOW YOURSELF YOU PATHETIC MORTAL! FACE ME YOU COWARD!"
No answer. Just an echo
I sat again, having risen to find the feeble existence that invaded my dream world.
I picked up the box and shook it.
'What is it?'
I shook my head. Damn dream demons. Why can't they leave me the fuck alone?
'What is it?'
"It's a… gift… for me."
Ok, second chapter is done. Review please
