I should have been king. I really, really should have stayed and been king.
Who cares? I'm gonna die.
I should have stayed in the past and I'm gonna die.
I'm also starting to miss that cramped little room.
Mostly because, regardless of whether or not I dislike small spaces; a tiny, cramped cell is always better than a big, roomy one that you gotta share with a roommate.
Especially a roommate like this one.
Me and my fantastic plan of 'Oh yes, I'll just do whatever she tells me to and wait for an opportunity to make a break for it!'
Great idea, Ash. You lunkhead.
Did I mention I'm gonna die?
'Cause I am gonna die.
He's bigger than me, meaner than me, I don't have a weapon, my hands--oh pardon me, hand-- is still confined in a straight jacket and my enemy is demon possessed.
Yup. I'm screwed. No chance in hell of making it out of this in one piece.
Or two pieces, for that matter...
I'm pretty sure it's going to be a minimum of fifteen pieces that I wind up in if there's anything left after Ognom rips me limb from limb and grinds my bones to make his bread.
So...uh...are you there, God? It's me...Ash...the promised one...fulfiller of propehsies...you know the drill...coulda been king etcetera and so on?
How about a little help?
Anytime would be good.
Now would be better.
Preferably before I'm snapped in half over Goliath's knee...
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The door to cell 314 slammed shut behind Ash and the Deadite outside watched with glee as Ognom, a former inmate and now host to a Candarian Demon, advanced on the vulnerable man in the straight jacket.
Mira Masi knew what this man was capable of...had heard all of the things he'd done in the past...he was a legend, to be certain.
That begged the question of how he would manage to get out of this predicament.
He had no weapons and his opponant was almost three times his size.
Doctor Masi's brow furrowed as she watched Ash take two steps back and run headlong at the behemoth in front of him, knocking him squarely in the chest with all his might.
Her upper lip quirked when she saw Ognom merely stumble slightly and then regain his bearings.
Ash did not look happy about that.
He looked even less happy about it when Ognom grabbed him by the shoulders and sent him flying across the padded cell, his back connecting with one of the cushioned walls before he hit the floor with a thud.
The most puzzling thing about this exchange was the fact that the look on Ash's face became one of smug satisfaction rather than the expected pain.
The reason for his change in attitude became apparent when he stood and worked one of the arms of his straight jacket loose. The impact with the wall had managed to snap one of the buckles in half, leaving one of his arms free. The other arm followed suit shortly afterwards and then the straight jacket hit the floor in front of Ash.
Gesturing with the hand he still had, Ash cocked his head to one side at Ognom, "Come get some, you deadite son of a bitch."
Seconds of scuffling passed, the wrestling match between the two so fierce that Doctor Masi had a hard time telling what was going on...
Right up until a piece of decaying flesh hit the small observation window with a soggy flop.
The single thought that made itself known in the Deadite Doctor's consciousness in that precise moment was "Oh...shit."