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Book XI: Chapter XVI How's it gonna be this time? Is it gonna work out or will we fail, The joint begins to run and the smoke tastes stale. Ashes fallout into the wind, the high is the closest I can get To the feeling of being with you. I haven't come any closer yet. The paper burns slowly, and my lungs just hold their breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Cheri... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The joint burned away slowly as my hand finished the poem for the girl I had found. The radio changed the track from the ambient guitars from 'The Quiet things that no one ever knows' by Brand New to Motorhead's deep, vibrating song 'Asylum Choir'. I thought about the song's meaning for a minute as I listened to it's lyrics. "Gone out of sight there's only darkness in my eyes Hey, hey, where are the loosers now Gone inside outlaws every day a losing streak Every day they tell us lies" "The sky, the sky is crushing you, The wall, the walls are touching you too Even the floor is clutching you And all the eyes that ever closed are open, and they're watching you" 'My life did need a change... I was living off of credit cards, cash, pussy, and pain. That wasn't the real me, how the fuck could I want anything, if I already had it all. ' I thought as I lit the next joint and stared at what had become my new apartment. A lot had happened in the three week absence I had taken from OWF, that began after Shock and Terror. The first week afterwards I laid in a comatose state. Unsure of what was going on, My entire world had just let go of me. My thoughts were lost to me despite my positve attitude. I never seen any of that bad of a collapse happening. It actually began sooner. It began with that damned accident, my accident lead to my rage, and my rage lead to my blindness. Some people call it exscuses, I just call it a chain of fucking events. Regardless of the exscuses for taking off, the flashbacks of what I witnessed from inside my coma still haunted me. "What had made them what they appeared?" was possibly the question that scared me the most. The flashbackshaunting me, were of the scene at the Shock and Terror Autograph session.Portraying the days events and thoughts, in all of their true glory. It wasn't chi blasts the three of us had been throwing that day, but fists and feet. Every single blow was a physical connection that my mind envisioned as energy blasts. The massive amounts of physical strain and Trauma in the weeks leading up to that night had driven my brain into an altered state of reality, where things seemed as how I would imagine them to appear. Almost as though I were hypnotized to see these things. At least that's what the doc said when I last visited Alice's this past monday morning, after cheri and I shared a good fuck, and some breakfast. I awoke from my coma, with the doc tellin me I was nuts, due to physical and mental stress... blah, blah,blah, bullshit doctor speak... take three to six months off, and then maybe step into a training ring for another three to six months. "Pffftttt... Yeah fucking right, like I was actually gonna take that medical advice. Half a year to a whole year off, just because my body had literally broken down after so much. So maybe I'm slightly human afterall. That doesn't stop me from being the best damn professional wrestler alive today! Because face it, I'm still not dead kitties. Fuck, my thoughts had gone back to their normal scattered and scarred selves as I sat their smoking my second joint, and retracing my own memories of the past three weeks. I took a sswig of my chilled Budweiser, tasting its cool crisp aftertaste in my mouth. I laid in the hospital bed another week before I walked my happy ass out the door, and hitched a taxi to the nearest airport, and the next flight back to Michigan. Once the flight landed I went directly to Alice's Asylum, and checked in with Fred. he greeted me with a smile that day as he told me that there was a new guest in the cell next to mine. the one formerly belonging to Rage. When he informed me of Rage, he had a smile on his face, but this was different. This was a creepy smile. I raised an eyebrow, shrugged and moved to my cell jingling my keys as I moved through Alice's labrynth of cells. The air was dank, and reeked of piss. It wasn't the most sanitary of mental institutions, but it definately did it's work of rehabilitating most. Others, however, like Spaz, eventually committed to suicide. Deeply I didn't care for any of them, not a single damn one. They all could've died for all I cared. It was just the finishing thought when I heard her. Her voice sobbing, as I stopped my hand from turning the key to my cell. The tone was so sad, and innocent I had to see where it was coming from. I moved to perr into the window of the cell next to mine, and there she was, Cheri. Twenty three years old, and beautiful even with her makeup smeared and runny. her hair was a mess, and the stench of Rage still filled the air, as she quickly noticed me, and moved back into the corner. She was scared shitless, and I had to stop shocked for a moment. People in here were generally raging or hysterical, not scared. The kind of people Alice instituted weren't the frightened, but the insane. Something wasn't right here. i quickly used my skeleton key to open her cell. "Mon Cheri?" I said using a light french accent. "How did you know... my name? Are you the doctor?" She questioned quietly from behind her matted black hair. Her light blue eyes shimmering. "Lucky guess..." I said. "What are you in here for?" ".... Who are you?" I stood there a moment put off by her question. How to answer the beatiful woman before me. "I'm the owner here~" I started when she lunged at me with her hands out, extending her nails towards me like cat claws. I caught her wrists but fell backwards from the impact as she attempted to scratch the shit out of my face. I quickly overpowered her and kissed her deeply, she bit my tongue and lip. I rolled her over underneath me, and held her hands together with one hand. I grabbed her chin and turned it to one side, and drove my face into her neck, biting just hard enough to draw blood. She screamed at me, and I stopped. I stared at her with a questioning look. "Why... the fuck.... did you attack me?" I asked her. "This place is fucking evil. you're a sick bastard, and this place should be shut down. Do you know anything about what goes on here?" She said to me. "Oh... well then, please... do tell." "I was raped in the basement levels and almost raped by you, until you stopped." "I'm sorry about that, you're just really beautiful, and when you attacked me, it kinda turned me on. I know, I can't just walk around taking what I want, much as I do enjoy it so. So what are you in here for? You don't seem to crazy to me." I said as I slowly allowed her to stand. "I was raped and moved back into my parents home. They thought I went crazy, and had me put here. I've been in your basement levels for a week, being punished and raped for no good reason........." She broke down and began to cry. This was news to me. I allowed prisoners to participate in sanctioned fights underground, but when did I say they could rape the other inmates. This would require my attention. "Would you like to see those who hurt you punished?" I asked her. It caught her attention and she stopped crying for a moment. "Huh?" "Would you like to see those responsible for what happened to you the past week punished?" I repeated myself. ".....yes...." she answered, after a brief moment of studying my eyes and their honesty. It was an easy plan, I'd take her to the basement and ask a couple of inmates. Those who remembered her would give themselves away to the right line of questioning. If I could get them all in one it would be even better. the first thing I did was went directly to Fred. "Fred... I need the basement, and the security tapes from last week... All of em....NOW! FRED!" I shouted. "You wanna know who all threw a shot into the girl, sir?" he asked politely in his old man voice, as he reached for a piece of printer paper with some sort of list. "This be all the inmates, who had a go, sir. I figured you'd be wantin to punish them whne you found out. I prolly should've told ya, I'm sorry." he said truly apologetic. "Would've been nice, but good work anyway Fred. Get these guys into all the basement cells... I'll handle them each personally... tonight." I said and went back to Cheri's cell. "You're twenty three, but we have to keep you here because of how you flipped out when your parents brought you here. You were comatose when they brought you in, they had to sign for you. Only your parents or me can get you out of here. And I need you around until tonight... That's when I plan to follow through with your justice. You do want to see it don't you?" I told her, my mind running at one hundred percent again, and it felt good. "Uh-huh" was all she muttered, as I shut the door and laid on the floor. I told her to have a nap on the bed, it would be a little while. She moved to the floor beside me and curled her small frame close next to me, holding me lightly as she slept. I imagine she was tired after being through that hell. There had indeed been a terrible mistake, and now I looked to bring vengence for her. I slept then. |Interview with a Madman... Pt. II| |
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