Requiem for Ash
Chapter II
"Whoa. Any b'dy get de license plate to that deadite?"
Ash awakens from his slumber with more than just a hangover-like headache. He rubs his head and slowly looks up to find the door to his cell wide open. He slowly begins to get up and tries to undo his straight jacket with no luck.
"Okay, this has got to be another dream. Yeah. That's it. Everything is just fucking with me. Hm. Maybe if I try…That's it! If this is a dream this won't hurt and I'll actually wake up."
Ash looks at the wall and begins to dash towards it and suddenly he stops himself.
"But what if this isn't a dream. That would really hurt."
He begins to walk over to the wall and bangs his head gently.
"Well that didn't hurt so it must be a dream."
"Join us!" a loud, mysterious, and evil voice exclaims.
Ash stops and hears it. Not wanting to be curious about what he heard he slams his head towards the wall where he falls down in pain.
"Ow! Son of a …Okay. So this isn't a dream. Right."
He struggles to loosen the straight jacket but is unsuccessful. He moves around and then he looks at the open door. He slowly pokes his head out and stares down both ends of the hall. Everything looking peaceful and uneventful, he slowly steps his foot out of his room.
"Hello?"
His voice echoes through the halls of the asylum, no noise or residents raving like usual.
"Hello?"
"Join Us!"
Ash stops dead in his tracks right outside of his room. He looks around to find the walls seemingly closing in on him.
"Okay. Let's see. What would the King do in a situation like this?"
He turns around to find the unseen evil turning the corner and locating him. Ash without hesitation begins to run down the hall, screaming like a mad man, not really knowing where he is headed. He darts pass open cells and offices, the force behind him tearing the big, steel doors off their hinges. Ash tries to look behind him when he decides to go through a set of swinging doors that say 'Laundry Room'.
The evil force closely behind him enters to find no one in sight. It searches the corners before pulling back out the way it came. Ash finds himself in complete darkness until he feels he cannot breathe anymore.
He emerges from a laundry bin with dirty patient laundry. The smell of old urine and dried vomit turns Ash's stomach to the point of emesis.
"Okay, Ashley. You've got to get a hold of yourself."
He walks towards a mirror and hesitates. He stares it down slowly and moves in and out of it to make sure another version of himself doesn't surprise him. He wishes he can undo his straight jacket as he fumbles around. He tries to find the trick to it by looking in the mirror but he just finds himself circling like a dog would his own tail.
He turns around from the mirror to look around the laundry room for anything he might be able to use to unlock his jacket. In the mirror, though his reflection is not turned around as he should be. The reflection looks at Ash and smiles.
Ash carefully turns around to face the mirror but the reflection is nothing but normal. He senses something is off key. He moves carefully once again and nothing. He turns his back away from the mirror once again. The reflection this time loosens its own jacket and begins to make faces at Ash as he continues to look around the room.
"Okay. If Houdini could do it so can I. It isn't that hard right. Maybe I just have to think back to Lethal Weapon 2."
He tugs at it and has a look of strain on his face. The reflection of Ash pokes fun by pretending to be constipated and then lets out a bit of flatulence in the process. Ash astounded by the sound turns around quickly to find the reflection being normal. Ash notices the stench of the flatulence and looks at his mirror version closely. He realizes that it has its jacket loosened.
"Hey, buddy. You forgot something!"
Ash head butts the mirror to find the reflected version of him going down, bowled over in pain from a broken nose.
"God, I've wanted to do that to one of you guys for a very long time. Hey, where did you go?"
Ash looks carefully at the mirror when suddenly the reflection of Ash stands up and blood flows from his nose and into Ash's face in exaggerated amounts. Ash begins to stumble as the blood from the mirror has water spewing from a water hose effect.
"How the hell do you stop this thing?"
Ash makes his way slowly towards the mirror forcing his way through the blood. As he approaches the mirror going in head first to reflect the blood it stops. And with all his might that he was using to fight the blood he heads towards the mirror head first: Smash! The mirror shatters as Ash's head goes through it.
Laughing is heard in the room and he falls to his ass, wincing in pain.
"Ow. Those no good sons of whores. I'm going to have to teach them a lesson."
As he finishes his phrase he realizes a shard of glass on the floor. As he begins to crawl towards it like a caterpillar a figure appears in the doorway. Ash approaches the shard and looks towards the door to find no one there. Instead they stand directly behind him in complete silence. Ash becomes conscious of the fact that there is someone behind him. Ash quickly stands to find himself grabbed by his hair by none other than the orderly Sam.
"You will die! Just like your filthy whore of a girlfriend who burns in eternal damnation!"
"You know I'm getting really sick of that speech. Don't you guys have anything better to say?"
"Join Us!"
"That's what I thought. The only other phrase is 'You'll never get a hold of the Necronomicon!' believe me brother I've heard it all before."
Ash pushes off with both feet from the wall where the mirror hanged, knocking the deadite back. Ash delivers a back head butt followed by a quick ground leg sweep. The deadite, that once used to be Sam, stands and tries his hardest to attack Ash. Ash's only weapons at this point are his legs. He begins to high kick the deadite in his face forcing him back.
"Come on Baby, let's dance."
Ash throws another kick that the deadite catches and lunges him back towards the wall. Ash takes a moment to compile his thoughts together after being rattled. Ash then sees the deadite lift itself up into midair and slowly begins to move toward him. Ash lowers his head towards the floor and grabs the shard of glass with his mouth.
Ash speaks with the shard in his mouth something that would seem like 'Let's go, Sammy boy.' But who could really understand that with a shard in his mouth. The deadite moves quickly towards him and Ash with a little precision moves out of its way and attacks its neck by jumping towards it.
Ash gets green blood on his face and takes the deadite down to the floor in the process. Ash begins to dig in deeper with the shard of glass working twice as hard until finally he decapitates Sam. Ash drops the shard and realizes the cuts on his mouth from the glass. He sits to one side leaning up against a laundry bin, exhausted.
He then is quickly startled by nothing more than mere clapping followed by…
"Woo hoo! Yea. That was great fucking show! Woo!"
Ash, fatigued, stands to his feet to find a small old man that looks like a deadite. He is old and bald with baby blue eyes. Obviously he is one of the resident nuts.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Bob. That's what they call me. You know this could've all been averted if they just believed me when I said the demons where coming"
"Yeah. What would you know?"
"Enough. I mean my name is Bob."
"That's already been established thanks. How long were you there?"
"Hm. Where? In the asylum? Maybe twenty-two years."
"Not in the asylum, you headcase."
Bob looks at Ash with tears in his eyes. He begins to cry and bang his head. Ash huffs at the situation.
"Hey! I'm sorry that's not what I meant. I meant there watching?"
The man without hesitation… "Since Sam came in."
"And you couldn't do anything to help me?"
"I didn't want to be thrown into my room. Those guys are scary even when they're not possessed."
"Right. Okay, Bob. I need your help."
"Really? Yay! Tell me what I can do?"
"Well, Bob for starters you can get me the hell out of this wretched jacket!"
"I don't think I could do that. I mean you're crazy."
"Come here. I'll show you crazy, you old fruit."
End. Chapter Two.