Final Chapter

The images just stopped. Naturally, the dreams would get more intense and more unbearable for him before it cooled down long enough for him to concentrate on his thoughts. But this time, he dreamt the pain as his father thrust inside him while his uncle suffocated him with his penis jammed in his mouth, and then it just ended.

He heard something resembled a hollow scream. It sounded like something you'd hear if a crowd had screamed miles away, but it sounded too loud for it to have come from the outside. And then he heard screams, men shouting and saying the Walrider had escaped. He couldn't understand what that meant. He heard the sound of something ripping apart along with splashes and louder, prominent screams of people.

Eddie opened his eyes, which stung from the fluids. He could see a faint black shadow surrounding a man being ripped to pieces, but other than that, he couldn't see what was in the shadow.

But he could see that it was getting closer to him. It was practically next to his bubble. He saw the silhouette of a man menacingly looking at him as he smashed the bubble's hinge open. Eddie closed his eyes, prepared to have the same fate as the owner of the abdomen a few feet from the bubble, but when he opened his eyes, the shadow passed him and went out the door, killing two men in lab coats before he exited a bigger door out.

Eddie's right hand could move now that the glass was smashed. He removed the tubes, smashed the other side with some difficulty, and crawled out. He had no idea what he was going to do. He thought about leaving, but he was wary about the shadow, and didn't want to risk it.

He heard a groan by the door, and he approached it slowly. It was a large man in uniform, clutching a bloody arm stabbed by large shards of glass that was once the glass door. It was the guard who had manhandled the other man Eddie begged before he was forced into the bubble a few hours ago. Eddie's head throbbed, and suddenly it wasn't a guy, it was a girl. And oddly enough, he felt like he knew her his whole life.

He knew the girl writhing in pain on the ground—he had seen her in his dreams over and over again. Sometimes, they were cuddling in bed, or having a romantic dinner, or making love in an apartment he didn't recognize. There were also dreams when she was the one his father and uncle raped, and sometimes she was raped by her own fellow females. He also had dreams of her walking around the asylum, letting him know that she was just hiding in plain sight. It was hard not to forget her brown hair and light brown eyes and pretty face—especially if she haunted both the regular bad dreams and the rare good dreams the engine allowed just to torture him.

He knew that she knew him, but he was slightly embarrassed to admit that he didn't even know this girl's name.

"Hello there," He said happily. "I remember you from a dream, I guess what they say is possible—dreams do come true."

"What the fuck, man? Get away from me!" Eddie's smile faltered as the girl disappeared and in her place was a heavyset man in a police uniform with a deep, male voice. Eddie felt a sting in his step, and found a sharp shard of glass by his foot. He picked it up and looked angrily at the man.

"Swearing is not very lady-like, my dear," He said menacingly raising the shard so it glinted against the light of the few remaining computers that were still on. "I should be in the presence of a lady, not a filthy slut."

"P-p-please…" He croaked. "D-d-on't…"

A thought came in Eddie's mind. When the girl smiled at him, Eddie knew it wasn't just a regular, loving smile because girls couldn't love because they were all vicious whores out to sate their own desires. It meant something. He remembered how she just loved to run from him and then seduce him with false hope as he was about to give up. He realized how she was hiding. She was disguising herself as something vulgar just to slip away under his nose. She wanted him to find her—that was the game she wanted to play. She could have been the shadow for all he knew—something menacing to scare him away, letting him fail in finding her.

Eddie knew she was meant to be found: unwrapped from her vulgar disguise until she was the perfect, honest woman he loved, unwrapped once more from her innocence, and then—Eddie's favorite part—savored.

"Darling, there's no need to hide." Eddie Gluskin smiled, laughing, the rashes on his face stinging. He pulled him up, tossing him onto one of the tables in the room. From where the crotch was, Eddie could see a slight bulge—the disguise of the guard was so fat that his manhood's shape could be seen. I'll need to remove that vulgar shaft if she is to have my seed. "We must re-live our dreams together here—let's be happy together again, starting with a wedding. Will you be my bride?"