I apologize for this taking so long to post, first I was busy, than I had writers block, and I'm also incredibly lazy. There will only be 3 chapters after this one, because the story is getting kind of old. I know 3 seems like a lot, but that's what I need to finish the story up. This might suck, I really don't know. This is the song Sick, from the album Evanescence. This is mainly from ST's alter-ego's point of view, with a little bit of Candy/Candice thrown in there. ST/Alter-ego = underlined, Candy/Candice = normal. Hope you like it!
Finally he's quiet. That took much more than I thought, he really tried hard this time. Not like that matters anymore, I'm finally in control. Let's get this party started!
Embrace the silence
Nothing beats hearing them beg for mercy. The feeling of power, this persons life in your hands. It gives you such a rush, and not just an adrenaline rush, it's more than that.
Cause there's nothing that can change the way I feel
My old goons are all back, finally. It took me days to gather them all again, well all but one, he had a little "accident".
Taken all that you wanted
Time to start a little trouble. I've had my eye on a little homeless girl, she can't be more than 16. I send Gob out to get her, he's not the most elegant kidnapper, he attracted quite a bit of attention. No matter, we still have her.
Now there's nothing that can change the way I feel
It's so much more fun when they scream, they don't know that screaming won't help them. It gives you a superior position over them. She screams for help, for anyone. Oh, she doesn't know how much fun this will be for me, she only has to hold on for a little longer.
Hold on, little girl
She's tied to the chair, thrashing about. Oh, how I love it when they struggle. I approach the girl, she goes quiet, cowering. Well well well, not much longer now, is there?
The end is soon to come
God! I'm so sick of picking off the stragglers, the ones no one will miss. What is the fun if you are not recognized? We mean to raise a little hell, cause some chaos, not slink around in the shadows.
Sick of it all, sick of it all
Gothem has been quiet lately, all of us villains hiding, locked up, or killed by the Bat. Well, I won't make that mistake again. Soon, we will be able to take over once more.
We will not follow
The boys are getting impatient, they don't like hiding either. It's beginning to become harder to control them. My threats aren't enough anymore, I have to retaliate with pain.
Sick of it all, sick of it all
So far I haven't lost any of them though, they understand how important this is. Unlike the rest of this God forsaken city. They don't get that we are doing the world quite a bit of good.
They don't understand how
They think that we are just a bunch of crazies. A whole lot of people who broke loose from the loony bin. They really don't see how this so called "craziness", is what opened our eyes to how the world really is, how the natural order kills the ones it can't control.
Sick we are, sick we are
Oh the lies that society feeds them, the lies they are happy to accept. They don't want to see the real world, the world that I see.
Of this bottomless pit of lies behind closed eyes
It's been a month since you disappeared. I keep putting up fliers, keep searching. The cops tell me that they have everything handled. I don't believe them.
Oceans between us
I know that you're here somewhere, you wouldn't leave Gothem, it's your home. I know that you wouldn't just leave, you wouldn't just leave me.
And there's nothing that can change the way I feel
If you didn't leave me throughout all of this craziness than you wouldn't leave me now. We stayed together through being Candy and Sweet Tooth, we made it through your "death", well sort of, we made it through your illness, your episodes, the relapses. You never left me alone, I know that sometimes I hated it, but I never left you and you never left me.
I can still taste the poison of every fall
Maybe you just needed some time alone. Some time to think about what your going through? I know it must be hard, maybe this is how you heal? How you figure yourself out?
Every breath, our ways to heal
The girl was screaming again. Pathetic little thing, still trying to fight like a caged animal. Well, she must learn not to bite the hand that feeds her, doesn't she? Come now little one, it's time to learn a little lesson.
Hold on, little girl
She's slumped in the chair, unconscious. For now. I have plans for this little chicklet, she can help my plan in more ways than I ever originally thought. That will come soon enough.
The end is soon to come
I should soon be able to begin. My henchmen are getting a little antsy, a little stir crazy you could say. They want this plan to begin as much as I do.
Sick of it all, sick of it all
I tell one of my henchmen that tomorrow's the day we get this plan rolling. I tell him to pass it along the grape vine, get the word out. Soon chaos will reign over Gothem.
We will not follow
We've kept the girl so far, she keeps fighting though. We keep picking off people from the streets, the so called scum of the city. People that no one will miss
Sick of it all, sick of it all
Those are the people that understand, and of course we have to kill them off to get anywhere. The others, the ones who don't have to fight for their lives, don't care. They walk by these people, people like me, and don't give them a second glance.
They don't understand how
I'm all over the news at this point of time, but not for the reason I would like. They are the stupid missing persons reports that bitch insists on putting up all over the place. They call me deluded, possibly lost, as if I'm a child. They say I have a mental disorder, like I have memory loss or something. Of course that bitch would try to portray me as innocent.
Sick we are, sick we are
She's only helping them delude people. She is contributing to the dream world that has been forced upon all of the world. In my view, if you aren't with us, you're against us.
Of this bottomless pit of lies behind closed eyes
The girl we've been keeping is beginning to crack. She's much quieter, we don't have to gag her as often as we used to. It feels good to know that she's cracking, that I have power over her life. She'll see soon enough.
Someday you'll know the peace
We try to explain this to her, how we are helping her. We try to tell her that if she resists, that she will pay, but she doesn't seem to comprehend. We tell her that soon, she will understand, that she will soon see the real world.
Someday the light will break through
She keeps resisting. We keep punishing her. She still doesn't understand that we are helping her. She says we are lying, she tries to deny, says that we are telling her lies. Stupid girl, telling herself lies to keep her little fantasy world.
And nothing you tell yourself
We have a few new ones . This time it's a girl and a man, well more of a boy. He's tiny, already broken. He wants to help us, he pleads to let us help him, in his words, make the bastards pay. He see's the real world. I'll let him stay, for now.
Will save us from the truth
The girl on the other hand, fights us. She will have to go. She screams as I snap her neck, going silent only when I hear the loud snap of her spine.
Screamin' out
I went out again to look for you. I was in the shadier part of town, I was desperate, maybe you relapsed again and was hanging around here. I was trying to believe that wasn't true when I heard your trademark laugh. Oh God, please no. I ran toward the sound.
Sick of it all, sick of it all
This damn girl won't cooperate with any of us, she won't do anything we say. She's harder to break than I would have thought. She keeps saying that we will fail, that the people will not cave to me. Ha! They did before, what's going to stop me from repeating the past?
We will not follow
I ran through the warehouse, it was more of a maze than a building. Your laugh and the yelling of a girl my only guide. Your voices fading in and out. Please no, please don't be doing what I think your doing right now.
Sick of it all, sick of it all
This girl is more trouble than she is worth, she's just as bad as the rest of them. Blinded by the lies of the dream world they have been fed. I thought she would have been able to see through it, having lived on the streets, a lowlife. She will have to be disposed of.
They don't understand how
I take my candy cane cane and slide it apart, revealing a knife. This time I made sure that it would be useful instead of just a prop, because what's the point of a cane if it can't be a weapon? I plunge the cane into the girls stomach, enjoying the shocked expression on her face. I suppose that feeling could be considered wrong, but I enjoyed the power it gave me. That is, until I heard a scream from above.
Sick we are, sick we are
I reached the source of the voices just in time to see the love of my life, dressed up like the notorious candy man again, plunge a sword into a young girls abdomen. I can't help it, I scream. I turn on my heel and sprint out of that horrible building as fast as I can.
Of this bottomless pit of lies behind closed eyes
Yay! I finally got through that. I'm sorry if that was repetitive, I was trying to be a psychotic murderer, which was hard to do. Jeff Blim really can channel his inner crazy can't he? Please R&R, I really appreciate the feedback.