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The False Malevolance |
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| By Cyonide | 2009-12-25 16:37:16 |
| Isaac doesn’t know where he is, but all he could see was a dangling light above his head. All he knows that he is tied to a chair in a dark room. He was bound and gagged and can feel his head pounding. And if that didn’t make matters worse, he could swear he has a gash where his right eyebrow used to be. Isaac’s paranoia was getting the best of him, he tries to scream out for help, but he can’t. He closes his eyes and can only manage to hear a strange voice. “Do you know why you’re here Isaac?” bound and muffled, Isaac tries to break loose. “Ah, ah, ah, ah I wouldn’t do that if I were you, for if you struggle too much the rare collection of spiders I’ve been collecting will sense the disturbance and slowly burrow their way through your skin.” Isaac ignores the warnings and does so anyways. The spiders slowly and excruciatingly burrow through Isaac’s skin. He screams in pain, but no one can hear his petty cries for help. Isaac hyperventilated and suffered cardiac arrest. “I fled the scene quietly.” It wasn’t until several hours later that a report has been filed. When the cops had arrived it was already to late for Isaac. “Look, look, I think he’s still breathing, one of you go check it out.” The sheriff commanded. One of the lackeys check for a pulse. As soon as the deputy put his fingers on one of his veins, a colony of spiders exploded out of his body and started tearing the cops up limb from limb. “Do you know why you are here?” Asked the interrogator. “ Yes, it is because I sold my soul and that is why I must finish his work.” “ No, it is because you committed over fifty murders.” “Ha, ha, ha, ha is that all, is that all your feeble minds are capable of?” Frustrated he demanded the guards to throw me back in my white padded room. “I hope they realize that they cannot keep me here forever?” “I want you to throw his ass in the deepest darkest part of this facility, that will teach that little bastard who we are.” Envy was locked inside the facility, and still the murders progressed. No one in the asylum knew what the fuck was going on. As the days progressed, more reports of murder began to sky rocket. “I want answers and I want them now!! Bring out that crazy son of a bitch out of his confinement.” The guards came to retrieve me, and the only light I saw, was the light outside of the iron doors and that annoying ass light above my head. Since I had sold my soul to the devil, I can do what ever the fuck I wanted, so I pried myself out of my straightjacket. I lifted one hand and I made real there own nightmares. I escaped and started killing more people who were unfit or unworthy to live. If you cant appreciate life for what it is, then fucking die for it. I did How ever resolve some problems without violence. I don’t know when, but some how they caught up to me and had me in a straightjacket again. They tied me up and threw me into that dark place once more. The light above my head gave me the perfect lighting to scare the shit out of them, because I had my head down. “For what it’s worth, I am not the man who you protray me to be . . . I am a woman.” I shook my head and turned into the devil himself. The two guards suffered a slow and painful heart attack. After they lay on the ground dead the door in front of me slammed shut. As I laugh manically. “So what if I’m locked in here, the murders will still progress and the crime rate will skyrocket, ha, ha I am a legend, I am immortal, I will live forever.” THE END |
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