I would have had this one done sooner if I wouldn't have spent three days trying to edit it. But I realized that I was writing three chapters for one day (I count it as one chapter since the last one was short, and this one added on equals my regular chapter lengths). But I decided to see how many words it is, and it is about 16,950 words for a time period of 7:00 A.M.- 5:00 P.M... Not detailed at all..
Not Strange, Just Different
Chapter 12 Illusions, Illusions, and More Illusions
Spirit just barely ducked, but did. The scalpel drove into the tree, exactly where Spirit's head had been. Stein pulled it out, and turned to see Spirit standing behind him. He morphed into his father like he had before, and the bloody illusion once again clouded Stein's mind.
Stein lunged at his father, who disappeared as a cloud of smoke once again. He turned, seeing him grinning behind him. He thrust the scalpel into him, and the scalpel went through the body, and so did his hand. He looked up at his father, and he started laughing at his son. He turned into smoke again and the laughter echoed. He could still slightly hear it in the back of his mind, as if it was taunting him.
Spirit stood beside him, watching him cut through air, time after time. Then he saw Stein look up over towards the direction of the house. He started walking towards it, stumbling slightly and having a blank gaze on his face. Spirit's face contorted to show he had no clue what the boy was doing.
Spirit just followed him through the woods, and he could hear faint, short giggles come out every now and then. It all had a very eerie feeling to it. Stein seemed to have no clue that Spirit was even anywhere near him, but in a way it made him feel safer for the time being.
He just followed the delusional boy out from the woods, and stopped when they got out to the field. Stein stared at thin air, but then the thing he was staring at, which was his father, had apparently disappeared once again; for he started looking back and forth for it frantically. His eyes were wide, wild, and far from normal looking.
Stein dropped to his knees, and his hands slid over his face as he began to giggle quietly to himself. Spirit just watched it all, wishing there was something he could do. He had no clue what he was seeing, thinking, or feeling; all he knew was that it was all caused by the madness wavelengths. He started wondering to himself what had caused him to snap all of the sudden, just like that.
The giggles turned into a full out fit of hysteria, but then he stopped and got up. His hands dropped to his sides, still clutching the scalpel like his life depended on it. What Stein was seeing, was that he was at his father's lab again. His father entered the room, and Stein turned around to look at him. Now that he was facing Spirit, his partner could see the fear in his eyes.
His father had a bone saw in his hands, and Stein instantly knew that he was going to kill him. He turned around and started running. He didn't know exactly where he was going, but in reality he was heading for the house. Spirit just jogged behind him, making sure he stayed nearby, but avoided getting too close.
Stein could hear his father charging after him, and he started sweating and trembling. He could feel fear and anxiety begin to well up in his already foggy mind. Everything seemed as if it was blending together. The sound of his father's laughter and footsteps, smells, sights, feelings of things slithering all over his body, and the false taste of blood; all starting to blend together into one big blur.
He sprinted as fast as he could through the back door, and through the house. He saw that he was in the house he had lived in as a child, and he was running to his room for protection like he had when he awoke from the dissection long ago. He was actually just running through the house he and Spirit had moved into a while ago.
He could feel his father getting close enough that he could almost feel him breathe on him, he could see the bone saw try to get to his shoulder to cut into it. Stein screamed and slammed his bedroom door shut, locking it and checking that it was locked seven times before falling down in front of the door. He curled up against it and started trembling, in fear of his father possibly finding some way to get in. Spirit stood outside the door, and started hearing a faint whimper come from the other side.
Stein couldn't stop thinking of his father with that bone saw. He couldn't stop picturing him standing there, grinning, and covered in blood. He was terrified that he would break into the room and kill him. He now saw that it was his current room, but was too terrified to care.
His door was only wooden, he could break through it at any minute. He could be waiting for him to let his guard down, then he would smash the door in and slaughter him. He knew he could never risk opening the door to see if he was still there, for he could be prepared for him to do so, and cut into him the minute the door opened. He had concluded that he only had days, at the most, left to live.
He was in that little room, and would be cornered if he did break in. He had a scalpel, and his father had a bone saw, and possibly other weapons. He thought that his father could also be using his fear as a way to buy time for himself to go get other weapons, or possibly other people to help him end him. He shuddered.
He couldn't see just how ridiculous these thoughts were since he was so lost. His mind was becoming completely fogged over, nothing seemed to make sense, and physically he felt terrible. Just like he had before, he felt extremely light headed. He felt like he was going to faint, and this scared him to no end because he thought that if he were to, his father could easily get him.
Spirit didn't know what he was doing in there, but he could hear him making noises that sounded like faint cries. He also didn't know how long he would be in there. He intended on waiting there for him to come out, even if it meant sitting there for hours. He would only leave for things like going to the bathroom or grabbing something to eat, but even then he would try to get back as soon as possible.
He sat on the floor and leaned into the door, pressing his ear against it to hear better. He had indeed been crying, and he could almost hear Stein trembling against the door. He didn't know what was causing him this great amount of fear, but he wished he did. Maybe then he could say something that would make him feel safer. But since he didn't know, there wasn't much he could do, so he sat there for a bit.
He had to go to the bathroom, so he got up and walked to the room. He washed his hands when he was done, and turned out the lights before closing the door behind him. He started down the hall, and could hear what sounded like very loud laughing and crying mixed. He ran to Stein's door, and pressed his ear up against it again. Then there was a very loud banging noise; it was Stein slamming against the door.
"Get away from me!" Stein yelled out as loud he could. His father had formed again, and was now standing in front of him. He started getting closer to him.
"Get back!" He yelled again, at an even louder volume than last time. Spirit started sweating, and felt his stomach knot up. He started pounding on the door.
"Stein, what is going on in there?" As soon as he finished saying this, Stein let out a loud, terrible scream. His father had began cutting into him. More of the mixture of laughter and crying came out. He sounded as if he were in true pain, and was growing more hysterical by the second. Spirit had never heard a laugh that had pain in it until now.
Stein could tell by the look of pleasure on his father's face, that he was enjoying this immensely. There was so much blood everywhere. He felt so terrible. He felt as if he was going to pass out from the blood loss, and he was beginning to feel very weak. Because of this, he began to quiet down a bit, and this made Spirit wonder. Everything was dark, and had a very ominous feeling to it. Then his surroundings changed and he was in his father's lab.
He let out another scream. The wounds that had been there before were gone, but now he was on his father's operating table. His father picked up the scalpel, and began cutting away. There was one difference than the last dissection, however, and that was that his father didn't hold back. He drove the scalpel through Stein's abdomen, shoving with all his force, which was quite a lot considering how strong he was. Stein let out an agonizing scream.
Spirit screamed to Stein again, and pounded on the door a few more times, but it did absolutely nothing. He didn't know what was happening to him, if it was real or fake, but all he knew was that it was excruciating to Stein. He worried that he had began doing something to himself without even realizing it.
In reality he was not in his lab, but curled up in the corner of the room against the door, his head tucked down and hands covering it. He was, however, actually screaming, just as loud as he was experiencing it. His father pulled the scalpel out, only to shove it right back down.
Over the years, Mr. Collins had really grown to like Stein and Spirit. They had actually gotten pretty close to each other, so, naturally, Mr. Collins had always worried when the madness would start to get to Stein more than usual. He would always try to do what he could to help, and was extremely understanding about everything.
When he saw the way Stein had pulled Sid up in his face, total aggression taking over him, it worried him greatly. Not just because of the saftey of Sid, but also because he feared what it could lead to. He didn't want Stein to have to go through that, and the thought of it pained him. Stein was actually a very nice kid if you got to know him well, and he honestly wasn't bad to be around. Mr. Collins greatly enjoyed getting to work with him every day, and didn't want to see that end any sooner than it had to.
He sat at home, and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened; the way Stein stormed off, the fact that he hadn't gone to the rest of his classes. It had been just over an hour since everyone, including the teachers, had left, and the entire time he sat thinking at his house.
He got up off the couch he was sitting on, and turn off his TV. He set the remote down on the coffee table and turned off the floor lamp he had sitting near the couch. Walking over to a table that sat next to his door, he grabbed his house key, and opened the door after doing so. He shut it behind him, and turned to lock it. After it was locked he started down his stairs and went down the road.
It had been fairly nice out today, so the sun was out and there was a slight breeze. He tried to go at a fairly fast pace, as to make sure he didn't take too long. This was making him too anxious, building up a nervous kind of energy in him; an energy that he hadn't felt in quite some time.
He looked out to see Stein and Spirit's house, and his worries doubled. It wasn't that he saw anything out of place, it was just the thought of everything that could have went wrong. The reason as to why he knew were their house was, is that he had helped them moved all of their stuff into the house when they first moved in. He offered to help, and they gladly allowed him to.
He got up to their house and went to the door. He knocked a few times, and stood for a bit. Spirit heard the knocking, and was confused. He definitely wasn't expecting anyone to come, and he didn't know who would want to. He heard Stein let out another scream, and was reluctant to leave, but he did. He got to the door and opened it, seeing Mr. Collins standing outside.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Collins. What are you doing here?" Spirit asked.
"Well, Stein didn't show up for the rest of his classes, and I was worried."
"Oh, well would you like to come in?" Spirit said this as he stepped slightly to the side.
"Yeah, thank you." He walked into the living room, and heard a faint noise, but didn't know what it was.
"I am guessing you are wondering where he is."
"Yeah, I am. It's just that whole fight with Sid and the way he stormed off has been bothering me. I don't want anything to happen to him, or anyone else for that matter."
"I know that you care. It's nice to see someone for once that doesn't run away from him but actually tries to help. Other than you, me, Marie and Kami, it isn't something that's very commonly seen."
"They just haven't gotten to know him, that's all."
"He isn't exactly the easiest person to get to know," Spirit said.
"I know, but they could at least try a little harder than what they do."
"Yeah, it sure would be nice. Maybe then he wouldn't be such a grouch," Spirit said this, having an almost teasing tone of voice.
"Or it could have the opposite effect," Mr. Collins said.
"It very well could. It's hard to tell with that kid."
"It sure is."
"Yeah... So you were wondering where he is?"
"Yeah, I was."
"He is back here in his room," Spirit said this, pointing to the hallway that his room was back in. He led Mr. Collins to and down the hallway, and as they got closer the noise he had been hearing got louder. When they got up to the door, he realized it was Stein screaming.
"What's going on in there?" Mr. Collins asked this with a very concerned look on his face and tone in his voice.
"I wish I could tell you. He has been like this for a while, actually."
"You didn't do anything?"
"I really couldn't. He has the door locked, and it won't budge. I yelled to him quite a lot and banged on the door, but it didn't help at all." They stood for a minute, then another scream came through.
Stein was mauled, and hanging onto life as hard as he could. He was in shreds and covered in blood; the sticky liquid covered everything around them. His father was abosolutely drenched, and his scalpel was beginning to look repulsive. He laughed at the look of complete terror and pain on Stein's face. Stein was still just on the floor in front of the door.
Mr. Collins and Spirit stood on the other side, and the sound of laughter came through. Mr. Collins had actually never heard him laugh at this point, and he couldn't believe just how insane it sounded. It was so twisted and disturbing, but yet Spirit was basically used to the sound of it by now. It still freaked him out, but it was a fear that was familiar to him.
"When class ended, I rushed home to see where he was. He wasn't in his room, and he wasn't in any other part of the house either. The first place I thought to check was the woods, so I went out looking for him. Before finding him, I found a maimed fox, and a squirrel that he definitely caused some damage to..."
"What did he do to it?"
"By the looks of it, he gouged out it's eyes, shoved the scalpel through its skull, stabbed it repeatedly, and cut out its heart." Mr. Collins looked absolutely disgusted. "I found the heart laying off to the side, and he appeared to have ripped it apart."
"I don't even want to picture that..." He seemed like he was going to be sick.
"Then I don't suppose you want to hear what I have to say next."
"What is it?"
"You asked. When I found Stein, he was surrounded by blood and guts. It was everywhere. He had taken down a deer, and the bite marks Stein had on him showed that it wasn't as easy as the rabbit and fox had been. He had cut out every single one of its organs, and ripped them apart by hand. He also cut out its eyes, and then cut them in half. The thing had slice marks covering its entire body, and in places he had began to tear muscle and tissue out. You could literally see it still attached to the deer, hanging out."
"I think I have heard enough about the deer... But what happened after that?" After he asked this, Stein went into another fit of laughter. Spirit just started talking over him after a few seconds.
"He tried to attack me multiple times. At first he started yelling, but nothing he said made sense. They were coherent sentences, but none of them even had to do with anything. Later on he started grabbing at and cutting through thin air. During one of the times he tried to attack me, he told me he was going to cut my eyes out, slice them in two, cut out my heart, and stab me..."
"Oh Death..." Mr. Collins was astonished at what he was saying. He thought he had seen Stein when he was being effected by the kishin's madness wavelengths, but he now knew that he had seen nothing in comparison.
"One time, I knocked the scalpel out of his hands. Before he went to grab it, he shot his wavelength through me... It didn't feel normal, but really twisted. And after he grabbed it, he tried to shove it through my skull. Luckily I had ducked in time, because if not he would have got me for sure. He ended up having to pull it out of the tree, right from where my head was.
"Then after he tried cutting through nothing some more, he just started walking towards the house. It seemed like he was almost following something. After we got out of the woods, the thing probably disappeared because he began frantically searching for it. A bit later he turned around so he was basically facing me, and you should have seen the terror in his eyes.
"He just started running for his life up to the house. He sprinted through and to his room, screamed, and slammed the door shut. Then ever since then, this is bascially what he has been doing. I have never seen him so hysterical."
"Oh wow... I wouldn't have expected him to get that bad, especially being that he was perfectly fine all day up until the fight." He was starting to feel bad that he had them fight; he felt like it was his fault.
"I know, that's what shocks me too. I have no clue why this happened."
"I bet it was the fight. It got him going. I shouldn't have had students go against each other."
"It wasn't your fault. There was no way for you to know that would happen. Really, you don't need to blaming yourself for this," Spirit said this, trying to assure Mr. Collins that he didn't need to feel guilty.
Before he could say anything, Stein started laughing at an extremely loud volume. It kind of shocked Mr. Collins; he didn't expect it at all. Stein saw that he was about to die, he could feel the life pouring out of him. From going through mental and physical strain for this long, he was becoming exhausted. Stein stopped laughing, and was just lying on the ground. To him, he had just died from everything his father had done to him. But he was really lying there with his eyes closed, and had begun to drift off into sleep.
Mr. Collins and Spirit didn't say anything, but they stood there for a bit trying to determine what he was doing in there. Mr. Collins used his soul perception, and saw that he was still at the door. He saw that Spirit had been right; his soul was twisted, dirty, and he could tell it was being consumed by the madness. It felt weird to him just seeing his soul. He couldn't even imagine going through what Stein was experiencing, and he didn't even know everything that was happening.
It had been quite some time since he had made any kind of noise, and Mr. Collins couldn't feel him moving. This really got them wondering, and a little worried, to be perfectly honest. So Mr. Collins looked at his soul another time, then offered to help Spirit a bit.
"If you want, I can try and pick the lock so we can get it. If he does happen to become violent, I should be able to handle him."
"Sure, we might as well try. We can't be of much help if we are on the other side, and he is going to have to come out at some time. Do you think you could do it with a paper clip?"
"Yeah, I should be able to get it with that," Mr. Collins said this as he bent down and looked at the door knob, trying to look inside. Spirit walked over to his room, and went in. He went over to the desk he had, and got a paper clip for Mr. Collins to use. Once he had it he went back out of his room and gave it to Mr. Collins, who was still examining the lock.
"Do you want to stand back in case he would try to attack?"
"No, I am fine," Spirit said this, having a tone in his voice that showed he really was fine with staying.
Mr. Collins grabbed the paper clip from Spirit, and stuck it into the door knob. He began trying to feel the pins that were in the cylinder of the lock. He felt around, and eventually he got the door to unlock. He slowly turned the knob, as to make sure he made as little noise as possible. He began to push the door open, and could start to see Stein's legs. At peaking his head in to take a look, he saw Stein lying on the floor sleeping.
"He is just sleeping now," Mr. Collins said this, turned his head back to look at Spirit as he did so. Mr. Collins opened the door as much as he could without bumping it into the boy, and stepped into his room. Spirit went in after him, and looked down to see his parnter sleeping, still covered in dried up blood. His scalpel was just lying on the floor a couple feet away from him, and was coated in blood. He picked it up and walked over to put it on the table Stein used for dissections.
"I guess I'm gonna have to wash my hands later," he said this, holding his hands out in front of him.
"Yeah, I would if I were you." He had a disgusted look on his face, but tried to wipe it off as he looked back down at Stein.
He was so calm now, especially in comparison to what he had been like for the past few hours. His breathing was fairly steady, and he was finally somewhat relaxed. It slightly relieved the two that were with him to see this. They just stood for a minute watching him, then Mr. Collins said something.
"Do you think we should leave him there to sleep, or do you want me to try to pick him up and set him in his bed?"
"You can try if you want to, but I am not entirely sure that he will stay asleep. But there is one thing I am certain of: If he does wake up, he will not react very well."
"Oh yeah, that's for sure. But I just feel like it would be kind of weird to just leave him there."
"Go ahead," Spirit said this, stepping back and pointing to Stein.
"Here goes nothing." Mr. Collins sighed, and bent down to pick up Stein. Spirit stepped out of the room in fear of his parnter waking up and panicking, which he knew could very well happen. Mr. Collins scooped the boy up in his arms, and lifted him up. His head drooped back, showing that he was definitely asleep, at least for the time being. He carried the boy over to his bed, and sat him down as gentally as he possibly could. He didn't make a single move.
Mr. Collins just walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving the boy to sleep. He turned to see Spirit standing just outside the door, waiting to see how it went.
"So I'm guessing everything is fine?"
"Yep. He's out cold."
"That's the second day in a row that he has slept like this. Usually you can't get him to sleep at all."
"Well, it's probably a good thing that he is sleeping now then."
"That's definitely true. He needs to catch up on his sleep; it isn't healthy for him to get so little. I don't know how he does all the studying that he does. I would pass out if I were to try that."
"Does he study much?"
"Oh yeah," Spirit said this in a voice that made it obvious that he studied a little too much. "It's practically all he does besides experiments and dissections."
"He's one complex kid."
"Tell me about it." Mr. Collins huffed slightly in response.
"Well, I am not sure I can really do anything else to help for now. I better get going."
"Okay, thanks getting the door open. I seriously doubt he would have opened it himself."
"It was no problem, and you're probably right. It wouldn't be very likely that he would have." There was a very brief pause, and then he continued. "Listen, if there's anything you ever need or if something goes wrong, you can always call me."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it." After he said this, Mr. Collins and Spirit walked to the door, and the older of the two stepped outside.
"Like I said, it's no problem. You and Stein are excellent students and very nice kids; I just worry about you guys." There was another short pause. "It is almost certain that he won't be able to come to class tomorrow, so I want you to stay with him and watch over him. He really shouldn't be left alone right now. I hope to see him back as soon as possible, but he can take as much time off as he needs to."
"I will make sure I watch over him; and thank you for being so understanding."
"Same to you. Most partners wouldn't be able to handle this like you are. Stein is lucky to have you as a partner." After he said this, he turned and went down the stairs onto the road. Spirit watched the man walk down the road for a bit, then shut the door and went back down the hall.
He opened Stein's door and looked in at his partner. He was still lying there sleeping, and then he turned onto his side. It startled Spirit at first, but then he relaxed after he saw that he was just turning over. Stein began to snore a little.
Spirit shut the door, and went back to his room to play some video games while Stein slept. He thought that since his room was just down the hall, he would hear if he were to do anything. Also, he might as well do something during the time that he doesn't have to be watching over him. He would go check on him again in a little bit.
Although he knew it wasn't very likely, he hoped that when he woke up he would be himself again. He hated having a constant feeling of worry all the time. He worried that Stein would do something to someone, and he also worried about what Stein was experiencing. He thought it was very unfair for this to happen, and it made him angry. But he tried to look past his worries so he could help Stein as much as possible.
Stein laid in bed, and continued to snore. He was actually sleeping well, but then he had another nightmare. It started out that he was in the woods outside the academy. He was fighting Sid, with Mr. Collins supervising. Everything was colored red; it wasn't blood, but that was just the color of his surroundings.
Everything felt like it was twisted, evil, and mad. Just like he had many times throughout the day, he felt light headed and like he was going to pass out. But he still fought Sid with extreme agility, and he dodged shot after shot. He could tell that he was tiring out Sid, and that soon he would be able to take him down.
He ran up to Sid, and thrust his fist into his abdomen. His wavelength shot through him at an abnormally powerful level, and it practically paralyzed his opponent. Sid tried to get away from Stein, but he could barely move at all. Stein got up to him, grinned, and went into a fit of maniacal laughter. Sid began to shake, and everyone else there was beginning to get scared of what he would do.
Stein laughed and giggled more as he brought the scythe up in the air and above his head. He looked down at Sid with a large grin, and brought the blade down as hard as he could onto the kid below him. He dragged it down at the current depth, and he completely sliced the kid open. He lifted the scythe up and slashed open the boy's throat, laughing more as he did it.
Mr. Collins wanted to stop him, but he knew he couldn't do anything to stop Stein from attacking him if he were to; he didn't even have a weapon. He could have tried to reach Azusa, but it wasn't likely that he would get to her in time. Even if he did, he wasn't sure if he could win against him anyway.
Stein sliced open different parts of his body, and finished off by dragging the scythe through his heart. Once he finished, he laughed to himself a bit. Then he turned to Mr. Collins, and he wanted him next. He just walked up to him, which had confused the man greatly. Then Stein just stood for minute, looking almost as if he were himself again. But then without the man expecting, Stein swung the blade at him. He had only moved out of the way slightly, so there was a very deep gash in his arm now.
Blood began to pour out and drip to the ground. Mr. Collins winced in pain, and knew he had to think of some way to get away from this maniac. He knew he wouldn't stop until he got him, he wouldn't give up until he got to see the life pour out of him just as he had seen with Sid minutes ago. Stein laughed, thinking about the wonderful liquid that coursed through his body; the liquid that he wished would stop flowing, but instead be out and visible for him to gaze at with pleasure.
It was that thrilling, exhilarating pleasure nothing else gave him. He loved it. The rush and the excitement that came with it. The accompanying euphoria, and the feeling of power; a power to do and see whatever he pleases, no matter what restrictions the rules pose. A feeling like he is light as air, and free.
Stein laughed as he raised the scythe again.
"Stein!" Spirit yelled, while Mr. Collins shook.
He brought it down as hard as possible, and at a speed too fast for the man to move out of the way on time.
Stein's eyes flew open, and he rolled over onto his other side as he doubled over in laughter. He could barely breathe, but the loud hysteria just kept on coming. Spirit heard this almost instantly, so he threw down his controller and ran to the boy's room, seeing him gasp for air in between laughs, sweat rolling down his face that was half covered by hair.
Spirit ran over to Stein and grabbed onto his shoulders, completely forgetting what he could do to him. He realized the danger he put himself in after he grabbed on, but lucky for him Stein didn't try to do anything to him. He just kept shaking in Spirit's hands, insane laughter never ceasing to pour out.
"Stein!" he yelled for him multiple times. He didn't seem to hear him, and he just looked at him with wide eyes as he gasped for air again. Spirit kept holding onto his shoulders, and Stein kept convulsing. After quite a bit of this, the hysterical laughter died down to quite giggles, and his shoulders only shuddered in Spirit's arms. Then he just stopped, and his eyes met Spirit's. And they actually appeared to be normal behind the gray and blood stained hair.
They didn't say anything, but just sat and looked at each other while Spirit still held onto his partner. Then all of the sudden, Stein's eyes shot to the corner of the room and over Spirit's shoulder. He began to tremble, and Spirit could feel it. There was an over-sized, deadly spider up in the corner of the room, and it had a large web spun. It was sitting on the web, looking down at Stein, hoping to eat him soon.
The spider hung off a web, and got to the ground. It began crawling over, its huge legs making pounding noises every time it stepped down. It ran, and got closer and closer. Stein began jerking and trying to get from Spirit's grasp as he shook his head back and forth.
"No! No!" Stein began screaming. Spirit just held onto him, knowing that he was just seeing things. Stein tried to back up, but Spirit kept him in place.
"No!" The spider got up to Stein, and because he was sitting in bed and the spider was very tall, it almost towered over him. He looked up at it with extremely wide and frantic eyes, and began to convulse a bit. He tried to jerk back again, but Spirit refused to let go.
The spider went around Stein and began to wrap him in its web. He was completely still from fear. When he was completely wrapped in the webs, he looked up at the spider above him, and then slowly looked back down at Spirit, a single giggle escaping.
The spider and webs all disappeared, and he was left with Spirit holding onto him. It was then that he realized none of the things that had happened earlier had ever really happened. He could almost start to feel some sanity return, but that was quickly over with.
Stein felt someone behind him, but he was too afraid to turn and look. He knew who it was. The man stuck his right hand on Stein's back, and shivers went down his spine. He could feel the man almost against him, and he put elbow almost against Stein's other shoulder. He dragged the scalpel he had down Stein's face, and he could begin to feel blood roll down under his chin. His eyes began to water slightly, and Spirit could tell.
"Help me," Stein said this in a low voice that trembled, fear and almost sadness showing in his half covered eyes.
Poor Stein... But anyway, I will get started on the new one tonight. Adios.