Island of Fear

by Disgloghoul

Bridgette is caught and soon under controled by Dr. Albert Caine. The ruler of Islands of Fear and Shady Oaks Cemerety, Dr. Caine gives Bridgette a choice weather to be used in his expriments or to work as a sould collecter and live an immortal life. Her job becomes more frustrating when Albert begins to break his deal and uses her as expriments. What can happen next?

2. The Albert Caine residents

Chapter 1: Discovering the doctor

Shady OaksCemetery

8:01 P.M

September 21

Bridgette walked the lonely sidewalk that cold evening. With her backpack hanging low off her shoulders Bridgette froze in her shadow. Oh boy, something about this place is really creepy. Bridgette sighed and starred at the Islands of Adventure Park. [i]Why am I even here? I should be at school right now. While starting to walk away, Bridgette froze again, but this time to a strange feeling of being watched. The winds continued to blow off and on causing the ShadyOaksCemetery/ Islands of Fear gate to open slightly. Well I guess it can't hurt to look around, she thought, I mean it's not like this place is in business anymore. Bridgette pushed herself through the vine covered gate. Thunder seemed to clash in the distance-yet there was no sign of storms nearby. Bridgette continued to walk down the dirt path. Glancing back and forth, up and down, something about this place seemed all too familer. The smell of rotted bodies and the fresh screams of tortured victims filled her memory. It was like she came here for some reason, to meet somebody or give something to someone one. There was soon another cold strong wind on which carried a cold, grisly, dark, unfriendly laugh through Bridgette's ears. Bridgette stumbled as she continued to pick up her pace a little. Hitting her head on a gravestone of... Dr. Albert Caine. The blood from Bridgette's head wound dug deep into the soil and into the broken coffin. Thunder classed as the coffin rose from the ground and a body emerged from it, "Well that's more like it," responded an older male voice. He was standing tall and fixing himself up from the dirt that collected on his waist coat and hat. His still gray hair was not messed with and still had it shoulder length, "Now to head back and see..." Albert Caine froze as he almost stumbled upon Bridgette's body, "Uh," he sighed, "She must have been the one to bring me back. I shall not leave her out to drench in the rain." Caine lifted the girl's body into his arms and walked away towards the arriving carriage.

Albert Caine's residents.

September 22

12:00 A.M

Lying still for a few minutes seemed like hours after the young girl regained conscious. Sitting up Bridgette rubbed the side of her bleeding head, Ouch... what happened? she wondered to herself. Something seemed a little different about the surrounding. When she stumbled, she remembered a graveyard. Now she was in a very Victorian looking room. Rubbing the side of her sore head Bridgette became shocked and once again collapsed on the soft pillow. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME! Did I hit my head when I fell? While having a little panic attack, Bridgette heard voices coming from outside the door,

"What do we do with her?" asked a female voice, "We can't let anyone, in the park, know she's here Doctor."

"I understand," answered a much rather older male's voice, "I'll just keep her here until I find a way to get rid of her."

Here was the thing, the voices didn't seem to be coming from outside Bridgette's bedroom door. Looking up Bridgette finally discovered where the voices were coming from. Through the vent the voices could be heard loud and clear. Get rid of me, why? Bridgette asked herself trying to think about something else rather than the throbbing pain that her head messaged her. The white bandage didn't make much of a difference either. In fact it seemed to make the throbbing worse.

"I'm going to check on her in a minute after I finish with this experiment," continued the male's voice, "I'm sure the mortal will want some kind of explanation."

Experiments... Now I know where I am," thought Bridgette throwing her fist onto her hand causing more pain to her head,I must be in the home of the Shady Oaks Cemetery's Caretaker Albert Caine. But what's with the nurse? I didn't think that Caine was a doctor. Bridgette uncovered herself and moved her legs over towards the edge of the bed. The air was freezing for a small room. Reaching for the only small blanket, in the room, Bridgette steadied herself to stand. The intense throbbing became worse when Bridgette moved foreword causing her to scream out a little. I must stay quiet, she sighed and closed her eyes.