I told you. I told you a thousand times if I've told you once. There is nothing for you in my stories. The moment you go past a certain point all your left with is heartache. Yet, for some reason, here you are continuing to read hoping Kendall comes in and saves the day. You know that part of the story, even if it should happen, is near the end.
If you insist on following the light of my lantern as I cast shadows on your wall then so be it but this intro is ugly. Lucy stone is the one who's trapped in her own unfortunate bind...
Oh, how she weeps. This poor child who's truthfully only in it for the music bending in half. So near she is to snapping in half. Her hair hands down in her face and her stomach is showing beneath her grey tank top. Her wrists and ankles are bound to the slab beneath her. She is cold in her underwear and there is no music in this room for her.
The door creeks open and in walks an intern.
Samantha Puckett. She's in a lab coat, bears a pen, and cradles a clip board.
"Good evening, Ms. Stone. I know we didn't sleep much last night. I do apologize. I can assure you there may be some sleep in the near future if we can get through our tests today." She says all respectfully.
Lucy may only let slip a whisper. If she slips in any direction without assistance her spine will snap in half.
James awakens to a cold chill. It's fervent and his very skin feels as though it's on fire. There's a metal rod through his elbows and his flannel is tied around his waist. Blood trickles down his arms and he's suspended in the air. In his discomfort he's able to spot Carlos across the room asleep and being operated on. The lights sway and the shadows rock back and forth but they never leave Carlos' skin in the dark.
In the pretty boys eyes the world begins to shift. He begins to see himself standing before him only this apparition isn't real. He tries so hard to remember he isn't looking at himself and that that is seemingly impossible but it's so difficult when the mirror like image is studying you the way a rancher studies the fur on a horse that's returned from a wild spree.
He can faintly hear music but it's not the kind he'd usually play to pass the time.
Logan seems to peer up at him a lot throughout the procedure. There is no anxiety or worry about this man who pushes the scapel. He's perfectly capable of operating in a way that derives no immediate fear. Confidence that radiates is the only thing keeping this whole experience from feeling deranged. Still they're trapped in a warehouse and James is in unimaginable agony watching as the vision version of himself veers ever nearer.
A hand, outstretched, reaching for him. James begins to convulse vehemently and the illusion places it's palm on his bare chest. The touch seems to ease the ache of the fever and the room turns blue. The drive enstill it's self there, in the touch. The apparition vanishes into it's counterpart and James is overcome with this anamilistic rage. The sound of the scream is wet and agonizing as James pulls his very flesh and bone from the spokes and jumps down to peer about the warehouse.
Logan and Carlos are gone. The music has gotten louder and an orb of light floats loosely through the air beckoning him like a friend. As he walks along his blood trail thickens and he makes his way across an elevated plane. Through a fallen shaft, over the metal bars, and through a set of swinging doors. Something snakes past his feet and vanishes around a corner before he can see what it is in the opposite direction of the light. He chooses to continue his mission.
Kendall nautious and heads to his kitchen for something out of the medicine cabinet. He finds everything missing. Not even a single tylenol was left behind. Panic sets in him. Almost instantly he can hear the whisper. His eyes flit and he's looking behind him at the table in the living area upon which his notes rest. It seems to be whispering his name.
His head shakes, his teeth are grit, and he's sweating from his palms. It's fear.
Almost tantalizingly he is drawn to the ink. He finds, written in someone eles' signature, a most unfortunate message.
I'll see you on the other side.
Logan is tormenting him. The whisper echos loudly and wont stop. His hands move to cover his ears. Words slowly shift into chimes and a grandfather clock is going off to indicate the passing of time to the midnight hour. He's left with no choice. The pupils in his eyes widen and he's seeing the world he avoids. The very germs of the earth seem to manifest as monster of the most grotesque proportion. He's screaming and pushing furniture out of his way heading for the window to the fire escape. He's slipping and falling and the ladder comes with him.
Down on the ground they attack. These critters that crawl and creatures that creep swallow his very skin and consume him down the the corners of his corneas and he's having trouble breathing. The virus has his now. The yellow pus, the massive growth in his stature, and his own psychosis have him swimming a world beyond his body. Delusional thinking.
Everyone must die. For nothing has ever loved. These people are selfish, greedy, and corrupted. Their feasting must come to an end and it's me and only me who can do this.
Visions of people screaming bring him joy. They're eyes as they feel pain. The agony he can cause them. It's all he wants.
A finger... a toe... a discarded rib bone... a patch of scalp... smeared blood... an intestine dangling from a light fixture in the corridor... an ankle... a tongue... a navel... a tooth... James stops moving as he comes to a chair resting in the way of a door blocking him out. Upon it is a disfigured head. He doesn't even move them to pass through the solid of the door. Inside he finds the rest of Camille in a pile on the floor.
A second intern is hacking away at someone on the table. No one can hear James scream as he's made aware his friend Lucy is the one who's now missing a hunk of her midsection. They can hear her scream though. Samantha Puckett rushes in to see what all the fuss is about from an open archway on the otherside of the room.
"Drake! Stop! What are you doing?" She screams.
He turns on her, "I have to end this nightmare."
Samantha's eyes widen as she realizes what he means and she shoves him away from the victim. He stumbles and falls on the ground and she's moving quickly to asses the damnage and insure the patient does not die. Drake furrows a brow and lunges for her.
James goes to stop it but he's suddenly suspended in the air again releasing a series of fluids from his stomach all over the ground. His pain returning to his arms and the illusion fading away. He hurls a second time and left arm snaps backwards causing him to violently sway on the beam and his scream is only halted by a third round of vomit. This time when he blacks out it's into a dreamless sleep.