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"Charlie." Don's voice spoke to him, "I don't hate you."

"Liar!" Charlie yelled at his brother, a form that only he could see. "You won't come for me! I just mess up people's lives. I understand why you hate me. It's fine. Hate me. I don't care. It doesn't hurt inside anymore."

Don shook his head, changing form. "Do you know how much your mother hated you?"

Charlie had to choke back the tears when his dad told him that, "It's because I wasn't with her. I'm horrible."

"Yes. You are."

His form changed back to Don. "You know, Charlie. I have been thinking about it. And I do hate you."

Charlie watched as Don's hair grew, how he turned into Amita. She was crying. "And because of you, I had to move away from L.A. It's you're fault, you know."

Charlie closed his eyes and sighed. It was his fault. Everyone hated him. He knew it. "A-Amita. If I could die - I would."

He opened his eyes and saw his mom instead of Amita. "But I don't want you to die, baby. Because if you die, then I'd have to spend eternity with you."

Charlie bit his lip from the pain. All the pain, it was getting too much. He hadn't even tried to get his bread and water, he just left it lay there. He didn't deserve to eat. He didn't deserve to be free. He deserved this, he wanted it.

"Charlie." He looked and saw Megan. "Stop it. I still believe in you."

"That's just because you haven't been around me long enough for me to ruin your life."

"I'll come and save you."

"No. Don't." He turned over, his chain's clattering, "Leave me alone!" He wanted to get away from it all. Just go inside himself. He had too, in order to save himself. Did he want to save himself? That was the question he kept asking. What did he want? Did he even want anything? He wanted peace.

He soon got it when he let sleep take him.

Tirry had put a walkie-talkie in the basement, so that he could listen in whenever he wanted. He found it very amusing. Charlie was talking to himself. Broken so easily. Tirry chuckled to himself and grabbed his hammer. That's all he'd be needing today. He made his way to the basement with ease. He turned on a lamp and looked down at the broken body on the floor. He was covered in mud from all the water.

Tirry walked up to a sleeping Charlie and decided that it was time to wake up. He drew back his hand and slapped Charlie across the face.

Charlie woke up started, rattling the chains. He opened his eyes and saw Tirry smiling maliciously down at him.

"Oh, you're up. Good." Tirry said happily, "On with the show then, Chuck." He grabbed the hammer in his hand. The claws facing the younger man. "Now stay still. This will only hurt a little." He moved his arm with practiced ease, the claws digging into Charlie's flesh and savoring it.

His scream was inhuman as Tirry drug the claws out of Charlie side, ready to do more damage. Again, he swung the claw end at Charlie, hitting the mark, again and again.

Charlie cries never stopped.

Tirry's laugh never stopped.

He pulled the claws out one last time and looked down at his work. "Well, that was sharp enough." He smiled, turning the hammer around, "Ready for blunt?"

Charlie whimpered in fear. He had to do something. But he couldn't bring himself to move his body, it was so heavy, his sight was getting fuzzy.

He felt a slap on his face again, this time it broke his nose. "Stay awake, now, Chuck! I can't have you unconscious for this! How would that be fun?"

Charlie watched at the head of the hammer came down and met his body, he felt it hit and he cried out in pain. It was an awful feeling. He just wanted it get it all over with. He wanted Don to come and save him. Even if Don hated him, he wanted to be out of Tirry's grasp.

The hammer came down again, making blood fly, making bruises appear, making bones bend and groan against the slam of the hammer.

When Tirry was done, it was hard to tell who the young man was. Tirry smiled and looked down at the hammer, it was full of blood, he threw it to a corner of the room before facing Charlie, "Hey, Chuck. We're done with the basics now. Tomorrow we shall begin the real fun!" He chuckled to himself, "Now, just don't go and loose too much blood. I can't have dying on me now." He laughed as he turned out the light and made his way upstairs.

Charlie stared into the darkness.

18.641592653589 plus hallucinating a total of 5 people, Don twice plus the sharp plus the blunt
18.641592653589 + 5 + 1 +1 is 25.641592653589

25.641592653589 plus a broken nose plus getting slapped twice
25.641592653589 + 1 + 2 is 28.641592653589

The math was calming Charlie down. He was in so much pain. So, once again, he let sleep take over. He didn't try to fight and stay awake. There was no use.

Tirry sat down in his living area, laughing. He remembered the professor's cries. They were almost unearthly. He had never heard anything like it. He was amazed at the sound when he first heard it. Then he was very glad that the room was soundproofed so well.

At least, that's what he thought ...

Jesse was playing with his best friend, Luke in the cemetery. It was dusk and they knew that they probably should have been on their way home before their parent's got made at them. But they were only 7 years old and they knew how to get of the hook with their parents, so they stayed out longer.

"Jesse!" Luke yelled out, pointing at a gravestone.

Jesse ran over to his friend, "Wow!" He read the name, "Casper! You mean the friendly ghost?"

Luke nodded, "Yeah! I didn't know that Casper the friendly ghost was buried here in out town!"

"Me neither!" Both the boys shared a smile, until they heard that noise.

They both jumped and turned to the ex-one room school house.

"That's where Hammer lives." Luke informed Jesse. "My daddy told me."

"Hammer? That's his name?"

"My dad gave him the nickname. I met him earlier. He's a kinda creepy man. Like he's hiding something."

"Did you tell you're dad?" Jesse asked, shaking with slight fear.

"Yeah. But you know who grown-ups are. They didn't believe me." Luke answered his friend. "Do you think he's killing people then burring them in the graveyard?"

"It's be a good cover. Living next to one." Jesse paused, "I-I think we should be getting home now."

Luke nodded and they started backing out, not watching where they were going, they fell in a freshly dug grave.

"He's out for us!" Luke cried out.

Jesse was clutching his leg, "Ouch. Luke. I'm hurt!"

Tirry heard some noises outside, he put down his soda and went out to investigate. What if they heard Charlie? He wasn't for sure how well the soundproof was, so he had to make sure that no one heard. Then his fun would be over very quickly.

"Hello?" He listend and heard some whispering.

Following the whispers it took him to a newly dug grave. "Hello boys."

Luke and Jesse swallowed. It was him. The killer. He knew they heard. "H-Hello." Luke said.

"Do you two need some help?" He smiled down at them, holding out his hand.

The two boys looked at eachother and decided that they had to trust this man, for now. Luke stood up, "Uh. Mister, Jesse hurt his leg."

Tirry chewed on his lip thoughtfully, "I'll be right back." He went back to his house and grabbed a ladder that he had. He brought it back to the two boys as quickly as he could. "Move out of the way, I'm putting this down."

Luke grabbed Jesse and drug him out of the way as the ladder hit the soft dirt floor.

Tirry climbed down, "Why don't you start on up," He told Luke, "And I'll carry your friend up."

Luke nodded, afraid of Tirry. He did as he was told and soon Luke was not six feet below.

Tirry managed getting him and Jesse out of the perdicament easily enough. He laid Jesse down on the ground and took out his cell phone. "What are you're phone numbers?"

Luke told Tirry his phone number and told Luke's parents what happened. Then he did the same with Jesse's family.

Soon the cars arrived and the parent's went running to their kids.

Frank walked up to Tirry and clapped him on the back, "Thanks, Hammer. You saved our sons. They were late, but none of us thought anything of it because they often stay out longer than we want them too. You have no idea how grateful we all are."

The other three parents nodded in agreement, helping their kids.

Tirry shrugged, "It's alright. I thought I heard something so I went to check it out."

"Say think you to Hammer." Frank told Luke.

Luke shook his head, "No."

"Lucas." Frank scolded his son.

"But dad! A weird noise came from his house! It sounded like someone yelling!"

Tirry hid his anger quickly. The soundproof wasn't working as well as he had hoped. Tirry nodded quickly, "Yes. I heard it too. That's why I went to check on the noise. It didn't come from my house."

Luke glared at Tirry, he knew. He knew that it had come from his house. But once again, the grown-ups wouldn't believe him.

Tirry walked into his house after everyone had left. He'd have to check up on little Jesse, so that he seemed like a normal man.

He slammed his door shut and went straight downstairs, angry as hell itself. He glared down at the unconscious body.

He slapped him. Again and again. He kept slapping, even when the brown eyes opened with fear.

"You yelled to loud earlier, Chuck!" The slapping continued.

Charlie kept track of how many times he had been hit.

Tirry backed off after a length, out of breath. Glaring at Charlie. "Next time when you might yell, I will just have to gag you, Chuck." Tirry stomped up to the living area.

Charlie blinked, trying to get the blood out of his eyes. But it wasn't working.

28.641592653589 plus one more day down
28.641592653589 + 1 is 29.641592653589

29.641592653589 plus 23 more slaps
29.641592653589 + 23 is 52.641592653589

52.641592653589 ...