Post by abraxes on Apr 10, 2024 22:27:22 GMT
Dr. Hawthorne rushes down the hallway into the solitary ward with a concerned expression on his face. The code gray had come in just a few moments before his own pager had sounded.
The past couple of weeks had seen Michael Forsythe’s condition deteriorate rapidly. Much of the progress he had made was quickly undone by whatever event had been triggered that caused him to write in that journal. Dr. Hawthorne had sent out some scans of the journal to try and get the language translated but thus far he hadn’t had any luck.
He got to the room, pushing past the orderlies that were blocking the door despite their numerous protests. He looked around the room and felt his shoulders sag. Michael lay on the floor next to the wall, a pool of blood growing around his head. It looked like he had driven himself into the wall until he collapsed.
He turned to one of the medical staff that was standing in the room. “What happened here?”
“His lunch was delivered to him and he broke again. Started to attach the doorway, throw his food around. Eventually he…” The nurse gestured to the blood covered wall.
Dr. Hawthorne frowned at the explanation and looked around the room. It took a moment for him to spy it, the item crumpled up in Michael’s limp hand. He reached down and tugged it free. It appeared to be a print out from a web site, a simple picture with a caption. He uncrumpled it to see it clearly and felt his blood run cold. He knew that mask, he saw it in his dreams.
“Who delivered his lunch?”
“I would have to check the work logs.”
“Find out. Now. I want to know everyone that touched his food. I want to know how this got to him!”
Dr. Hawthorne held up the print out, revealing the grinning mask that had so haunted Michael Forsythe with the caption ‘Abraxes makes surprise return at the Roulette’.
~_~
It is a dark room, lit by one old, naked light bulb. It flickers as the filament struggles to maintain its structure, leaving much of the room in shadowed darkness. Heavy footfalls sound in the room as Abraxes looms out of the darkness. Their yellow eyes stare daggers into the camera.
“I have heard the cries of my children. It has pulled me once more from my slumber so that I might walk amongst you to bestow upon you my wisdom. I shall reach out my guiding hand to show you the path that you must walk. As it was before, so it shall be again.”
Abraxes clicks his teeth together as they start to pace back and forth beneath the struggling lightbulb.
“Which brings us to this… creature. What are you? You smell like one of my progeny but I do not know you. Perhaps I made you while I dreamed. Perhaps I crafted you in my slumber. Perhaps there are others like me. But no matter, for it is all the same.”
They titter in delight and wipe a hand down their face.
“For you shall learn from my lessons as well. Your pride and lust for blood drive you. You will appreciate the gift of pain that I shall bestow upon you. Do you have ears to hear? Will the scales be cast from your eyes? Will you accept my hand and walk with me to your just rewards?”
Teeth click together as they tilt their head to one side.
“Perhaps. But perhaps not. I think your pride shall lead you as it has before. As it always does for those like you. No matter. I shall break you upon the rod of my teaching and grind you beneath the wheel of my judgment. For even a strange creature such as you is worthy of my love. Born of me or no, you shall be molded into my perfection. As shall you all.”
They titter again, body shaking with perverse mirth before they clack their teeth together with a sharp click.
“For all have sinned. No longer shall you be safe. I have spread my arms wide and reached out so that I may give you all the gift of my teachings. You shall all know pain and the wisdom that it brings. For I love all my children. Each and everyone of you. I shall hold you in the bosom of my embrace and none shall be spared the rod of my discipline. Oh no.”
They slowly walk backwards, eyes still staring into the camera. They fade into the darkness, yellow eyes burning until they are the last that can be seen. Until they wink out.
Solid footfalls are heard again until the shape of a woman looms from the darkness. Their pale yellow eyes stare forward and they lift their hands to pull at the mop of green hair on their head. They stare into the camera, before clicking their teeth together.
The past couple of weeks had seen Michael Forsythe’s condition deteriorate rapidly. Much of the progress he had made was quickly undone by whatever event had been triggered that caused him to write in that journal. Dr. Hawthorne had sent out some scans of the journal to try and get the language translated but thus far he hadn’t had any luck.
He got to the room, pushing past the orderlies that were blocking the door despite their numerous protests. He looked around the room and felt his shoulders sag. Michael lay on the floor next to the wall, a pool of blood growing around his head. It looked like he had driven himself into the wall until he collapsed.
He turned to one of the medical staff that was standing in the room. “What happened here?”
“His lunch was delivered to him and he broke again. Started to attach the doorway, throw his food around. Eventually he…” The nurse gestured to the blood covered wall.
Dr. Hawthorne frowned at the explanation and looked around the room. It took a moment for him to spy it, the item crumpled up in Michael’s limp hand. He reached down and tugged it free. It appeared to be a print out from a web site, a simple picture with a caption. He uncrumpled it to see it clearly and felt his blood run cold. He knew that mask, he saw it in his dreams.
“Who delivered his lunch?”
“I would have to check the work logs.”
“Find out. Now. I want to know everyone that touched his food. I want to know how this got to him!”
Dr. Hawthorne held up the print out, revealing the grinning mask that had so haunted Michael Forsythe with the caption ‘Abraxes makes surprise return at the Roulette’.
~_~
It is a dark room, lit by one old, naked light bulb. It flickers as the filament struggles to maintain its structure, leaving much of the room in shadowed darkness. Heavy footfalls sound in the room as Abraxes looms out of the darkness. Their yellow eyes stare daggers into the camera.
“I have heard the cries of my children. It has pulled me once more from my slumber so that I might walk amongst you to bestow upon you my wisdom. I shall reach out my guiding hand to show you the path that you must walk. As it was before, so it shall be again.”
Abraxes clicks his teeth together as they start to pace back and forth beneath the struggling lightbulb.
“Which brings us to this… creature. What are you? You smell like one of my progeny but I do not know you. Perhaps I made you while I dreamed. Perhaps I crafted you in my slumber. Perhaps there are others like me. But no matter, for it is all the same.”
They titter in delight and wipe a hand down their face.
“For you shall learn from my lessons as well. Your pride and lust for blood drive you. You will appreciate the gift of pain that I shall bestow upon you. Do you have ears to hear? Will the scales be cast from your eyes? Will you accept my hand and walk with me to your just rewards?”
Teeth click together as they tilt their head to one side.
“Perhaps. But perhaps not. I think your pride shall lead you as it has before. As it always does for those like you. No matter. I shall break you upon the rod of my teaching and grind you beneath the wheel of my judgment. For even a strange creature such as you is worthy of my love. Born of me or no, you shall be molded into my perfection. As shall you all.”
They titter again, body shaking with perverse mirth before they clack their teeth together with a sharp click.
“For all have sinned. No longer shall you be safe. I have spread my arms wide and reached out so that I may give you all the gift of my teachings. You shall all know pain and the wisdom that it brings. For I love all my children. Each and everyone of you. I shall hold you in the bosom of my embrace and none shall be spared the rod of my discipline. Oh no.”
They slowly walk backwards, eyes still staring into the camera. They fade into the darkness, yellow eyes burning until they are the last that can be seen. Until they wink out.
Solid footfalls are heard again until the shape of a woman looms from the darkness. Their pale yellow eyes stare forward and they lift their hands to pull at the mop of green hair on their head. They stare into the camera, before clicking their teeth together.
Well howdy there pardner.