After a well deserved rest, the family settles on the agreement to move on as Benicio's breathing sounds more stable, the sooner they can get out of this place, the better. Though, the ink demon still seems to be on the weak side. Who can blame him? The dude literally has gone to the afterlife and back. Deeralyn assists him to sit up as the boss takes further action and gently comes off the stretcher, the others keeping a close eye on him.
The moment his feet hit the ground, he finds the room spinning as he feels lightheaded and has buckling knees, weakly taking a step forward. Luna has noticed and is quick to catch Benicio while his legs give out. "Easy, ve just got you back. You need to take it slow for while, it's gonna take time before you get your strength back." The female wolf quickly looks around the room; "Let's see if ve kan find wheelchair in here, zat's for best."
"A-Are ya serious? I c-can wa...lk," the mob boss wheezes.
Luna shakes her head; "Zat's not option...You need to rest, it's for your own good."
The ink demon is resistant as he shows a weak grin; "T-To bad...There're n-no chairs d-down here."
Abel rolls his eyes and makes his way towards Luna and Benicio, showing his back to them with spread wings. Finally he kneels down, glancing at the demon behind him; "Now, ye listen here devil boy, Ye gonna sit on my back and i'm gonna carry ye so ye can rest and i'm not taking no for an answer."
Before the mob boss can utter a protest, Boris is already by his side as he gently drags the demon towards the angel. With a groan, Benicio cooperates, feeling too weak and tired to put up a fight about it and allows Boris to help him on Abel's back. Once he's seated, the rebel places his wings around him to keep him warm. The boss has a bare chest as the leftovers of his shirt only cover his back and his outfit is still wet after all.
Benicio has to admit, The feathers of Abel's wings are very soft and cozy as they keep him snug. Eventually he rests his head on the angel's left shoulder while Abel stands up on his two feet, giving the demon a satisfied approving smirk.
The rest of the family can't help but smile as the sight of the angel carrying the demon is cute to behold. That added with the fact that Benicio didn't die on them, makes them even more happy as they feel warm on the inside.
Thus, the group continues their quest for an exit, entering the door between the bookcases. They find themselves in a dungeon looking hallway with a cart of medical supplies neatly placed against the left wall. Their right is full of the same reinforced metal doors they had found in the isolation ward, yet they contain dents and scraping marks as if something was trying to break out of the holding cells.
Fonzy looks through one of the little windows; "Huh, these look more like hospital rooms than isolation cells if you ask me."
He opens the metal door, revealing a small dungeonesque room containing a bed that's been practically destroyed. The mattress and pillow has tears in it as the stuffing is sticking out, the sheets are thrown on the ground, ripped up and covered in human blood with next to it a piece of used bandages. Other than the destroyed bed, there's a flipped bedside table with glass shards and unconsumed medicine pills and an empty oxygen tank. The walls itself contain even more scratches and blood splatters.
Upon inspecting the following two cells, they discover the same chaos from the first cell. Yet, once they enter the fourth and final cell, they are met with a grimm scene, having found another human corps. All that is left are the skeletal remains which are black as coal, while the rest of the cell looks like it has been on fire.
When Luna takes a closer look at the remains, she whistles, impressed by what she's discovered; "I don't know who put zis cell on fire, but zis guys vould 've died vith or vithout it. He has multiple cracks in his skull, indikating zat someone has hit him zere multiple times vith heavy object. He also has multiple fractures all over body of him.
The doctor touches the charred corpse to inspect the fractures on the body which she instantly regrets. Once her fingers make contact, a bright light appears and fills up the room, blinding the entire family. By the time the light fades and the family is able to open their eyes again, they are surprised to find the cell intact again, like the fire had never happened.
Boris scratches his head with a non existent raised eyebrow; "Euhm…..What the fuck just happened?"
"I dunno, but whatever it is, one thing is for sure….We're dealin' with some weird shit over here," The rebel angel replies.
The group stays quiet when they suddenly hear voices, more like screams coming from the other cells. Those same agonising pained wailes, soon are silenced by an all too familiar voice, the mad doctor. "KEEP IT DOWN MR JONES! YOU'RE ONLY MAKING THIS WORSE FOR YOURSELF!"
One loud bang of one of the metal celldoors, is all it needs to create a new found peaceful silence. The toons stay quiet as well and hear how the doctor mumbles to himself as he leaves the hallway and enters his lab.
Diana looks through the barred little window through the door to make sure the coast is clear. "ziss ees eemposeeble, how ees zat creep standeeng ahgain?"
Abel shakes his head, his mind going hundred miles an hour as he tries to figure out what is going on; "Forget about that….Who on earth is mister Jones? We just checked the other cells, they were empty…...Right?"
"They most certainly were and let us not forget the rubbish found in each one of them," Elymas responds.
Gizmo takes on a slumped posture; "Yer got ter be kiddin' me...does dat mean we needs ter scrap dat creep again? cause we already 'ad enoof trouble de first time.." He gives Benicio a quick glance, still remembering the grimm image of the presumed death boss falling out of the broken glass tube.
Speaking of which, the mob boss himself gently taps Abels shoulder who turns his head in response. Benicio looks the angel in the eye; "Ya can let me down now…...If that freak's still walkin' around…...Ya gonna need all the mobility ya can get."
Abel faces Luna with a questionable look, not sure on what to do.
The female wolf sighs; "Look, i vould preferre it, if you kept karrying him, but unfortunately boss is right. Ve're gonna need all help ve kan get, if ve need to fight zat man again."
Reluctantly Abel sits back on one knee, letting the demon slide gently off his back. The others don't lose sight of the boss, they are still worried about his health. As Benicio stands on his own, he loses his balance to the back, quickly taking a few steps back until he's leaning to the cell wall which is practically keeping him up on his feet. The others don't look too convinced as he gives them a weak grin.
His tail still hangs to the ground as he gently moves the tip back and forth; "O-okay …..I know that me comin' out of that glass contraption, wasn't pretty to look at….I get it. Though i can assure ya, i'm fine…"
Luna crosses her arms in front of her chest, raising an eyebrow as she's making clear she doesn't believe him one bit.
"N-No seriously, i'm fine. I'll admit my shoulder hurts….a lot, but other than that i'm fine…..Just really, really tired 's all…"
The doctor wolf drops her hands by her side giving him the sympathetic look; "Okay, okay...Here, zis should help vith your shoulder." She gives Benicio a small metallic hip flask which she had taken out of an inner pocket from her uniform.
The demon looks at her, weirded out by the object as he has never seen it before; "What is it?"
She grins; "Some form of painkiller ve tend to use back home in mother Russia"
The ink demon shrugs it off as he opens the flask and takes a sip, which he immediately regrets, spitting the "medicine" out. Next he wipes his mouth with his right arm while the stuff is trickling out of it.
Gizmo doesn't trust the situation; "What's wrong? I knu medicine tend ter taste brutal but it'll 'elp yer."
Benicio doesn't however agree; "It would if it were medicine...yes."
The weird statement creates a new wave of confusion as they all stare at the demon, awaiting an explanation.
Benicio raises the hip flask in front of the doctor's face, dangling it; " A painkiller from mother Russia?..."
Luna shows a sheepish grin; What? It's vodka...Vodka vorks miracles, it kan numb your pain and kan even disinfect vounds.
"Yeah, i appreciate the effort to make my shoulder stop hurtin' doc, but i'd like to be aware of what i'm doin' when we're breakin' out of here."
He closes the flask handing it back to Luna. When she places it back in her uniform she replies; "I'm sorry, I should have been better prepared. I only had one painkiller left in bag of me...I vanted to give it to you when you dislokated your shoulder, but zen I decided to save it for more serious kases and zen Jack's arm bekame stuck in bear trap which seemed more painful at time. So i'm all out, unless you change your mind on Vodka vay."
"Temptin' really, but no thanks. If I were to drink that, ya guys would have a real reason to drag me around… I'll just take it slow for now and make sure I'm out of ya guys way."
"But what about your pain?"
"Look…..I'm a big boy, I can suck it up for now. Once we get out of here, I can have all the painkillers and rest ya want, heck ya can even tie me to a bed for all i care…. For now, I suggest we keep movin' our asses though." He gestures with his head towards the cell door.
Diana, who's still standing by the door, gently opens it. Fortunately for them, it is still unlocked. The others join the fairy with the boss hot on their heels, using the wall for support. At first glance the hallway looked the same as it had done earlier but once they pass the door from the cell next to theirs, they can hear soft moans and sobs as if someone is crying in pain.
Gizmo takes a peek through the opening with the open flap; "Ah jaysus! you're not gonna believe dis…"
Jack takes a look through the small window at the top; " You're right, I don't believe eet!"
The ink demon rolls his eyes; "Okay ya two, mind sharing the intell with the rest of us? Or do we need to guess?"
The crow faces the others; "Mind dat creature dat sewed fonzy's gob shut an' copied 'is voice?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"We jist foun' 'imself. 'e's in dis cell…De gas tin' is, yer man seems ter 'av a few lesser limbs an' is al' bandaged up."
Fonzy takes a step back, wanting to stay away from that man as far as possible, his tail hanging between his legs.
The mob boss notices before quickly glancing at Gizmo; " Well, best to leave him be i suppo…."
Benicio is interrupted when they hear the man from the cell suddenly speak up, this is the first time they actually hear his real voice; "Someone, anyone…...Please help…..it hurts…"
The ink demon's eyes go wide; "D-Did he hear us?"
Jack slowly shakes his head, yet the boss still isn't convinced. He let's go of the wall, much to Luna's displeasure and stumbles towards the cell door. Looking inside, he can see that the room is no longer in pieces as everything is placed how it's supposed to be, the bed still intact as well. A human man wearing the pants of a male nurse uniform is lying in it, his torso completely covered in bloody bandages while the man is trembling like a child, actually wailing in pain. Benicio would've felt bad if that same guy hadn't attacked them earlier that day. "HEY…...HEY PALL! CAN YA HEAR ME?"
Yet he gets no answer, the man stays quiet in his miserable state as if the demon doesn't exist. Out of frustration Benicio kicks against the door, not too hard as to prevent a repeat from the dislocated shoulder fiasco. "What in the name of hell is goin' on around here? The place is fixed up, theze geezers from earlier appear out of nowhere, lookin' more normal and to top it all off they can't hear us….."
Abel tries to calm him down; "Relax, there's probably an explanation for all of this….I mean, we're already walkin' through a haunted asylum, I think it's safe to say that anythin' can happen at this point."
"What are ya suggestin' cherub, did we travel back in time or somethin'?"
Elymas answers in the angel's place;"If I may, I know it seems rather preposterous, but it could be we are experiencing some sort of paranormal event… I don't think we actually traveled back in time but rather just experience it…"
"Barkeep says what now?" Benicio facial features carry a condescending smile with narrowed eyes.
"Before you want to declare me a nutter, please hear me out. Since the condition of this establishment seems newer than how we first have seen it, it is clear that this is supposed to be the past, yet we can not be in a space and time that has already happened….."
"Your point bein'?"
"What if i told you that Vengeful souls tie their spirit and so also their memories to an object or place they refuse to shed ties with…"
Benicio places his thumb and index finger around his chin in contemplation, processing the new found info. "Hmmm, it's true, souls with dark intent usually refuse to move on, that's what we're for….but if ya talkin' about possession, we're dealin' with one powerfull motherfucker over here. Only someone with immense willspower and feelin's of hate could pull a stunt like this.
Fonzy interrupts the two while scratching his head, confusion obviously present on his face; "Yeah about that…..Mind explaining that in english? Not everyone has knowledge about dark magic voodoo mumbo jumbo, you know."
The mob boss runs a hand down his face yet it gets followed with a soft chuckle. "What barkeep is tryin' to say,is that we're not in the past. We're seein' the memories of someone who's tied to this place, my guess would be, from our burned friend in cell four over there since this all started after doc touched him. That would also explain why nobody can hear and probably also not see us…..We're not actually here, this is just a memory. Look at it as watchin' a movie or somethin'."
Deeralyn joins the conversation as she has one question on her mind. "D-Does that mean we're still in cell four and this is all fake?"
The ink demon stays quiet for a moment, deep in thought before glancing at the deer; "It seems that would be the case sugalips."
Abel is skeptical about the whole situation. "Not that i doubt ye or anythin'...but ye didn't seem too convinced there hornhead."
Benicio raises an non-existent eyebrow at the angel; "What do ya expect….I'm the INK demon, not the know it all demon. As a demon, I have knowledge about demonic magic and the arts of dark magic….but that doesn't mean that I know how everythin' works. Now if ya were to ask me about magical ink or some demonic rituals, that would be a different story."
"Fair enough, that leaves us with one question though…..How the hell, do we go back to reality?"
Elymas provides the rebel angel with an answer; "Oh, the memories should end eventually. when a soul binds itself to a place or object, the only memories saved, are the ones that carry the reason why the spirit doesn't want to move on and if i am correct, we still need to figure out what has happened here if we want to leave this establishment. One could say, this is just what the doctor ordered, if you will pardon the pun."
The family can suddenly hear loud voices coming from the lab as if people were yelling at each other in a heated argument.
The ink demon leans back against the wall with a grin; "Well, that's our cue…" He drags himself towards the door, leading the others to the lab.
Upon opening the door the two people in the lab become silent, curious as to who has opened the door, but when they find no one there, they shrug it off as the wind. Just as the toons enter the lab they see the doctor coming towards them. Instead of his frankenstein-esque appearance, he looks like a completely normal human around his end twenties with brown wavy pompadour hair, supporting a similar mustache as the actor Zachary Scott. He's about to close the door while he continues arguing.
Looking at the other person in the room they are surprised to find the spider nurse in her human form, or maybe as a normal human, who could tell at this point. "...I KNOW YOU HAVE HIM DR. ROGERS, I KNOW EVERYTHING! It's bad enough you are doing your inhumane experiments on the patients, but nobody touches my staff. Now i'm gonna ask this one last time before i go to the Asylum director...WHERE IS MR. JONES?"
The mad doctor chuckles; "So….he did tell you everything. You know Abigail, you should keep your nurses in check. That man has been spying on me like no end, I just gave him some answers is all…..at a price."
The nurse her eyes go wide at that last remark, realising something. "W-What did you do to him?"
The all too familiar maniacal laugh of the mad doctor echoes through the room; "Same as what i'm going to do with you." The mad man slowly closes in on the nurse, who on turn takes a step back, filled with fright. He ads; "You know too much…"
"So what…..you're gonna experiment on me? You underestimate me…" The nurse is the one who starts to giggle, making the doctor stop mid stepp in confusion. " Did you really think, i'm stupid enough to confront you with these heavy crimes withouth a back up?" She slowly shakes her head. "No, Doctor Rogers…..Before confronting you, I took the liberty of writing everything in a letter, within a few days, the director will receive the letter containing the truth; your filthy experiments, the secret entrance leading to this unholy place and so much more. Soon everyone will know what kind of monster you really are Charles Rogers."
At this point, the doctor's face turns red as he's about to explode, consumed by rage while he grinds his teeth, hands clenched in fists. "YOU STUPID BITCH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, THIS IS MY LIFE'S WORK! I'M SO CLOSE TO MAKE HUMANS EVOLVE, TO MAKE THEM STRONGER! DON'T YOU SEE? I'M DOING THIS FOR THEIR OWN GOD DAMN GOOD!"
The nurse slowly shakes her head again, but by now tears start to sneak into her eyes; "You have no right…..Who do you think you are, toying with humans like that...GOD? Who says humans need to evolve anyway, no, you're just torturing them, making them feel pain for your own twisted fantasy's….YOU ARE SICK mister Rogers."
The man turns from red as tomato to pale as ghost in a matter of seconds, followed by a twisted grin; "Now ain't that ironic…...A doctor turning sick, imagine that." He restores his posture, calming down while he straightens his uniform. "A few days….That's all i need to pay you back. I'll deal with your little error, when the time calls for it…..but until then, I have a few more days to play with you…..Soon everyone will know the monster you'll become Abigail Martin."
The toons watch in horror as Doctor Rogers is about to overpower the nurse. While her scream echoes through the air as a new bright light, blinds them all. Just like before, the Benicio family finds themself in the lab but in a completely different situation as they have entered a new memorie.
The spider nurse floats in the same cryo tube, the mob boss had almost drowned in, though the fluid is green glowing this time. It makes the henchmen kind of nervous while they look subtly at the ink demon, who in turn is glaring at the doctor.
Doctor Rogers stands in front of it, his arms folded behind his back as he absentmindedly stares at his newest victim while Mr Jones, who's monster form has been completed, stands next to him; "Well, Abby…..you don't mind me calling you that, do you? It seems you got your wish, the director wants to talk to me…..I'm afraid this will be the end of our playtime together. In my personal opinion…...I DIDN'T MAKE YOU SUFFER ENOUGH!...Oh, well, nothing we can do about it now, i suppose. At least, I hope I was able to cure your arachnophobia." He laughs with his own joke. The eerie laughter reverberating, as a new memorie deprives the toons of their vision.
When the group opens their eyes, they find themself standing in a classic looking office. They can see a man around his thirties with black hair in a crew cut, sitting in a brown leather office chair behind a wooden desk in front of a big window. On the desk rests a name plaque, reading 'Dr William Hill'. Doctor Rogers stands on the other side of the mentioned desk as two male nurses stand behind him. The doctor seems almost mad as foam is dripping down his chin while he slams his fist on the desk making the namecard jump up; "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I WORKED MY ENTIRE LIVE ON THIS, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
The man, which appears to be the director, leans back in his chair. "Look, Charles...We've known each other for years, heck you've even helped build this place…. But what you did….you need help….."
"So? HELP ME DAMMIT!"
William shakes his head; "your mistaken…. I don't mean help with hiding your fucked up dungeon you call a lab…. You need medical help, You're delusional Charles….Do you even realise what you put those poor people through? How long have you been doing this? At least now we know where all those "escaped" or "deceased" patients went….Even our own staff Charles…..Your colleagues."
The director sighs while he folds his hands together, before continuing; "I've already contacted the families of your victimes, they're on their way here as we speak. The way I see it, you have two options, either you give yourself up and you'll be transferred to another asylum AS A PATIENT! or you can deal with the families yourself, who're pissed enough to torture you and send you straight to hell.
Rogers is speechless, overwhelmed by the sudden disastrous dilemma he finds himself in. Doctor Hill uses the opportunity to make the decision for him. He nods at the two male nurses, who grab Charles by his arms in a restraining manner, ready to bring him to one of the cells in the isolation ward.
The sudden movements make the doctor snap into reality as he indicates refusal; "no…...NO! I won't let you fools ruin my brilliant work." He quickly glances at the desk, upon it rests a pen holder containing a letter opener shaped as a dagger. With his quick thinking, he frees himself from the men's grasp, pushing them aside, dashes towards the desk and grabs the letter opener.
Doctor Hill, jumps up from his chair; "Don't do this Charles, haven't you hurt enough people already?"
Doctor rogers glares at the men stepping closer to him while pointing the sharp object at his "friend". "I don't talk to traitors…..You're dead to me." Before he realises what he's doing, he has jabbed the letter opener in William's chest, his eyes go wide as a crimson stain starts to spread over the man's white shirt. When Charles removes the dagger, the smear becomes bigger and bigger as he watches William's eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls on the floor.
The doctor faces the nurses, who were staring at him as if he was a monster. Grinding his teeth and intensifying his grip on the letter opener he screams while charging at them, the dagger at the ready. A short lived struggle takes place as the doctor stabs the men multiple times over their entire body, creating a pool of blood on the wooden floor.
Some of the toons, feel their stomach turn seeing the gruesome experiences, yet they can't do anything as the events had already happened in the past. Sure, some members of the Benicio family have an aversion towards humans, but they weren't monsters….no one deserves the painful demise, doctor Charles seems to be handing out. Granted, as a mafia family they have their fair share of threatening toons and humans alike, they were no saints afterall, but one of the rules the family goes by is to prevent death as much as possible. Humans had already forced some of them to shed enough blood as it is. Though that doesn't mean, they won't give their enemies what's coming to them.
The Benicio family watch how doctor Charles is just standing there, he's still holding the letter opener which is covered in the scarlet liquid from head to toe. The man places his hand on his face, his fingers spread so he can peer through them as he starts to laugh like a mad man, at this point he's lost it completely. "Look what you made me do…"
Like the broken crazed man he is, he opens the office door and runs through the Asylum like a lunatik, stabbing everyone on his path like a serial killer. The walls become decorated in blood splatter, pools of blood run over the black and white tiled floors while screams of fear, panic and pain resounds from every direction in the building as pure chaos breaks out.
The sight is too much to behold for the poor toons as they see the medical staff crawl towards the patients over the floor as they are losing blood through their stab wounds in an attempt to help them, some humans already dead as their eyes are staring blankly in front of them completely soulless. Only a small group of humans are able to leave the slaughterfest as they run outside through the entrance door, into the misty woods, looking for the nearest sign of civilization in search of help. The screams are still ringing in the toons, their visible and non visible ears.
A new flash of light appears as the family gets blinded for a fourth time, a new memorie revealing itself when they find themself in the lobby of Starlight Asylum. Doctor Rogers stands in front of the secret entrance underneath the statue of the beautiful woman holding stars, completely covered with blood. Mister Jones stands by his side and it seems that Charles had released Abygail out of the cryo chamber as she's now on his side as well in her spiderform, not remembering who she once was and what doctor Rogers has done to her.
The doctor gives each of them one of the three keys. "I already gave a key to subject NB 3…..Go hide and whatever happens, don't make those fools find you….. It seems this is the end for me. As long as they know this….I'll be back, even if i need to defy the laws of death itself.
The words have barely left his mouth when suddenly a loud bang erupts from the entrance door, voices yelling; "ROGERS! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! OPEN THE DOOR YOU MONSTER, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR KILLING AND HURTING OUR RELATIVES!"
The doctor quickly glances at his subjects as he points in a random direction. "GO! HURRY!"
The two creatures take off, becoming the guardian of their assigned keys as they run away from the angry mob on the other side of the door. More clashes against the entrance door take place and just when the two creatures are out of sight a final loud bang makes the entrance door fly wide open, revealing the angry mob of people who're actually holding torches and pitchforks…..It's like they were back in the time of witch hunting.
One man of the group points at doctor Rogers. "THERE HE IS…...GET HIM!"
The mad doctor dashes down the secret stairs, through the tunnel, passing the lab and sprints to cell four as fast as his legs can carry him….. He knew he ran into a death end as the statue is the only entrance and exit to his lab, cell four being his final destination as he has no more ways to go. On the plus side, he did manage to buy his subjects more time to hide. He quickly crawls underneath the bed of the cell in a last ditch effort to hide from the angry mob as their hatred filled voices become louder as they come closer and the light of their torches emits this eerie glow in the hallway.
The doctor can hear how the group is slamming open the celldoors one by one, discovering the now destroyed, bloodied interior of the rooms as his subjects had trashed the rooms completely when he had released them before the families arrival.
"WHERE ARE YOU HIDING, COWARD…...WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"
Sweat drips down Rogers' face as the light in front of his door cell becomes brighter, indicating that the families are standing on the other side. With a loud clang, the door flies open as he can see the legs of the crowd walking into the cell. He quickly places his hand in front of his mouth while he squints his eyes real tight.
All of a sudden the bed he was hiding under gets flipped around, revealing the cowering man on the floor. They grab his hair and drag him to the center of the cell when he's screaming out of both pain and fear. They all surround him making sure he has nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Some of them had already spit on him, others were more violent and kicked him wherever they could reach.
A woman carrying a rock, loses her temper at the sight of the doctor who presumingly killed her son who was schizophrenic. With a scream, she jumps onto him, slamming the rock on his head multiple times as blood comes gushing out of his head. Other members of the crowd grabbed the woman and prevented her from killing him as another woman said; "Not yet, he needs to suffer more. He needs to suffer just like how Arthur has." That last remark seems to calm her down as she let the others drag him to the middle of the room.
Yet Charles doesn't say a word, with every painfelt hit he took, his hatred only became stronger and stronger.
"There you are…...It's time to make you suffer, you're gonna feel the same pain our relatives felt."
Rogers chuckles while he faces the ground. "Heh, a small price to pay…. I regret nothing. You simpletons, know nothing…...Your family members became better than an ordinary human will ever be…..ALL THANKS TO ME and i'll do it a hundred times more if i have to, you should thank me….Whatever, do your worst. I'll be back…"
One of the men gives a taunting smirk; "We'll see about that." He grabs a small bottle of whisky out of his pocket and pours the content over the doctor, who's fearfully glancing at the torches, realising what they're about to do. He starts to tremble as the man aims his torch at him; "BURN IN HELL…." and with that he lights the doctor on fire who starts to scream in agony as his body is covered in dancing flames.
Next they burn the furniture and quickly leave the cell as the fire spreads really fast, closing the cell door and leaving the doctor behind. The doctor falls to the floor in a coughing fit as he succumbs to the wounds on his head and the smoke he inhaled as the flames consume everything in the cell.
A new blinding light guides the toons to a new memory. Opening their eyes, they find themselves in the lab once more. They are stumped when they lay eyes upon none other than Charles Rogers….again.
Abel sighs; "This guy is persistent, didn't we just see him die in a barbecue? How is he still walkin' around?"
At first the rebel angel doesn't get a reply as the others are just as clueless as him. Yet Benicio doesn't break eye contact with the man, who stands next to a stretcher, working on someone. He narrows his eyes when he notices something off.
Gizmo notices the troubled mind of their boss. "Is everythin' gran' ? yer gawk anny 'arder, yisser eyes are gonna pop out."
The ink demon points his tail towards Rogers. "Is it just me…..or does the guy seem a little more transparent than usual?"
The others are surprised by the sudden weird question as they give the mad doctor a closer look, Abel smirking; "What, did that blue fluid fry your brain or somethin'?"
Jack agrees with Benicio however. "no wait, I sink ze boss ees onto sometheeng...I see eet too, he's a leettle transparent but eet's hard to tell."
"Huh, could've fooled me…"
Elymas joins the conversation; "I think it's safe to say that he is no longer among the living, there would be no doubt in my mind that the chap became a ghost. After All, I suppose I do not need to remind you of the peculiar situation we find ourselves in."
The mob boss hasn't taken his eyes off Charles once since they entered the memorie. "At least now we know how he became Mr stitches."
The henchmen don't follow their boss' logic, until they see what the doctor is working on. He was sewing together the body parts of what would soon become his new body. The same body that had kidnapped and drowned their boss, the same body they had fought against.
For the sixth and final time, a bright light blinds them all as the memory fades away.
Opening their eyes, the family finds themself lying on the floor of an all too familiar burned cell. They are back in reality.
While the henchmen scramble to their feet, Benicio keeps sitting on his knees for two particular reasons. The first one being he felt too weak and tired to keep his balance and stand on his feet, the second being the fact he's petrified by the thing he spotted once he had opened his eyes.
As the others, discover the frozen state of their boss, they worry as they try to snap him out of it, only for the ink demon to turn all demonic when ink runs down the right side of his face and his left eye shows the all too familiar red glowing iris with slit pupil, Inky veins covering the entire room while the demon bares his fangs, actually growling in a demonic voice. "YOU!"
Following the gaze of the demon, they see a mysterious cloaked figure standing in the door opening, the same one that started it all, who presented the job of a lifetime. "Welcome back…"