| There were chemicals racing through my system, forcing me to remember all of the horrific things I had done in all the lives I had led. Vlad Draculea, John George Haigh, James Maybrick, the names and faces marched tirelessly through my mind, and I know I must have been wailing like an idiot as I watched myself - the me that wasn't really me - rape, slay, flay and enjoy every gory second. I remember slipping in and out of consciousness, holding on as long as I could fight the fire in my veins. I remember waking, looking up at Joy's face. "God, oh God," I had feebly prayed. I should have known better. "Quiet love," Joy had cooed, pressing a hand to the back of my scalp, trying to stop the bleeding, and I remembered. Enosh had made the laceration so that it would be easier to pump me full of his infernal serums. So that I could be a part of his psychotic dreams. "Make it stop," I begged. Fuck. I was begging. "I... can't." She shouted to the doorway something about bandages. There was a twinge in her voice, and somewhere part of me realized that it hurt her to see me in so much pain. Stupid girl. "Let me rest," I had panted. To this day, no one can tell me what they put in my veins, the second time. "We can't let you, David. You were the last. You are our hope. People like us are not allowed to rest, ever." I could smell blood - probably my blood - all over her. She might have been holding me. I felt her warmth through all the pain; maybe it was just her body heat, but it pulled at me. I clung to her voice, and let her be my rock. Muffled screams, memories of slippery copper, oxygen debt, muscle fatigue, then - finally - nothing. She had stayed with me, holding me through all the nights like that. I didn't know it then, or when I finally woke up because of course, I had been unconscious, but she had held me, singing softly as Ray and Seya bandaged all the cuts and my self-inflicted wounds. I had no idea of what they had done until I ran across the tape in C'an's room, the night I found out where loyalties had truly lain. They had not meticulously stitched the five inch gash on the back of my head because I was the last, or because it was their duty. Ray stitched me up, Seya cleaned my face and Joy held me - just because they cared. This... this was love. This could have saved us all. Could have... didn't. Love failed. It lost. I awoke in a bed, kind of soft and cushy. It smelled... nice, and reminded me of home - the way my sheets never smelled like this unless I cleaned them myself because my mother was a fucking vegetable. I sat up without opening my eyes, knowing that there was light by the soft shade of red I could see in my eyelids. I figured that since it felt like I had been in the dark for so long, I should let my eyes adjust before I shocked them into processing images. "Welcome back to consciousness," I heard Ray's voice. God damn it. "I blame this all on you," I told him through gritted teeth. "You didn't have to drag me into any of this." "Yeah, I sort of did. You see, Enosh issued this formal command, and when he does things like that, people that disobey end up dead or uh... castrated." It was obvious from his tone that he considered the latter the worse. "Fuck, like people like you really need to reproduce. Bastard." I finally opened my eyes, blinking as I noticed that this room was full of people. People - I hate people - leaned all along the pink walls - I detest pink - watching me. "Why are the walls pink?" I know, not the most important question I could have asked, but my mind still felt like rancid grape j-e-l-l-o (copyright and trademark Kraft Foods, Inc.). Enosh was there. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Neither of those statements bears any relevance to the situation at hand. You are awake, and now you begin training." "Bite me! Start explaining things to me! Why the hell am I here? What did you pump me full of? What were those visions I saw? Why do you need me?" There was a short silence. "When does bread become toast?" Enosh stepped forward and slapped me. I admit that I deserved it, but that doesn't mean that I was going to sit there, in those lacy pink and purple sheets and take it. I jumped out of the bed, tackled the serious bastard and started punching him in the gut. It took an instant or two for the people in the room to pull me off of him. "Calm down," Joy whispered into my ear. I hadn't even noticed she was there. "We need you to not get yourself killed." "If I calm down, do I get answers?" I pulled my arms away from the tall, creepy men restraining me. "And ice cream, if you're good," Ray smirked. "You fucker!" I was slightly less than stable, and it was probably fortunate for him that those creepy guys grabbed onto me again. "I'll beat the crap out of you too!" "This is getting nowhere," Enosh sighed. "Everyone out." I didn't even bother to watch them empty out of the room. The two guys holding me stayed, and Enosh of course, but everyone else left. "Put him back under, and maybe when he wakes again he'll be more cooperative." A long string of obscenities flew from my mouth as Creepy Guy number one pulled out a syringe. I was starting to hate those things. God damn it. |