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The world was spinning. Anthony felt sick. He felt like he wasn't even there. Was he dreaming? Where was he? Some old, decrepit room. No one else was there. Just him. Silence. What had happened? He barely remembered leaving Remy's apartment, and here he was...was this her apartment? Where was Jackson?
Just then the door opened and closed, and Anthony looked over and saw only a pair of boots, but it wasn't jackson's cowboy boots, no, they were combat boots. Black. The boots came close, right up to Anthony's face, and their owner kneeled down, revealing their burnt, scarred face. Anthony screamed.
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2015 0:18:36 GMT -5 by Deleted
"Are you truly so stupid?" Adolphus asked as he kneeled down. Anthony was kicking and screaming, but he couldn't get away...he couldn't...get away.
"Won't do you any good, trying to run," Adolphus nodded curtly and stood once again, his massive frame towering over a limp Anthony. "You trusted a man you knew for, what, 12 hours? You deserve to die," Adolphus smiled at that. "You were drugged, you idiot," he spat, chastising Anthony.
Anthony was still wiggling around, desperately trying to escape, but to no avail. The door seemed hundreds of miles away, and Anthony's wiggling was making no progress.
"You're...dead...dead! I killed you!" Anthony screamed, his voice cracking.
"Yes," Adolphus conceded. "I am dead. And you may well be, too, before long. Accept the consequences for your misplaced trust. An important lesson, at the very least."
"You're dead! Dead!" Anthony screamed once more.
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Everything was moving in slow motion, Adolphus stood over him, berating him. What was he saying? He wasn't saying anything Anthony didn't know. He had to have been drugged, and it had to have been Jackson who'd done it. Anthony shook his head. This terror standing above him couldn't hurt him, it was a dream. A product of the drugs, no doubt. Still, it was hard to stay rational about it.
Adolphus' tone wasn't what it had been in life. It was disappointed, as if he had given Anthony advice that he never followed. As if he was guiding him. Counseling him. "You're dead..." Anthony let out, this time much quieter than before.
"I killed that family...with your gun...oh, god." Anthony sobbed. This was punishment for what he'd done. Being drugged, visions of Adolphus, and god knows what Jackson would do. Punishment for his sin.
"No," Adolphus began, as if reading Anthony's mind--as if part of his mind. "Not punishment. You did what you had to do. And now, here you must do it again." Adolphus turned towards the door, turning back before opening it. "I'll be watching. Don't disappoint me."
With that, he was gone. Anthony wasn't even sure he'd heard the door open and close. Maybe he had. But after that, he drifted back to sleep...
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"Rise and shine!" Jackson drilled his pointed boot into Anthony's side. Anthony groaned, feeling much worse than he had when Adolphus awoke him. It was only now Anthony realized this was the first time he'd been fully awake at all. The room wasn't even similar to the one he'd been in when Adolphus visited him. It had all been a hallucination, yet it had felt so real.
Jackson smiled. "We're going to have some fun."
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Jackson smiled, showing his strangely white teeth. Anthony was reeling, in pain. "C'mon up, up, up!" Jackson grabbed Anthony under the armpits and placed him against the wall. "How does someone stay so, ah, hefty after the end of the world? It's impressive!" Jackson laughed at his own joke as he walked over to the record player. Acer didn't like when they used electricity all the time, but this was a special occasion.
"I got quite a selection, Anthony...any requests?"
"Go to hell," Anthony spat back.
"Someday," Jackson responded within a tenth of a second, not looking up from the records. There had to be a good one...
"Ah! Got it! In honor of us being new...neighbors! Why, we're basically on the same street!" Jackson flipped up the case containing a record of the musical My Fair Lady. "You like musicals? I love musicals, and this has the perfect song for the occasion!" Jackson removed the vinyl and placed it carefully on the turntable before placing the needle just on the right spot--the song started right at its beginning, as if Jackson had done this before.
The music started--an upbeat tune, and Jackson exhaled, obviously satisfied. The song was On the Street Where You Live. They'd made many re-recordings and covers, but the Broadway version was Jackson's favorite, and his grin certainly showed it. Jackson walked on his tiptoes, almost dancing, to the opposite corner of the room, and grabbed his 9 iron golf club.
"Oh, this is a good one, Anthony. So good!" Jackson danced over to Anthony, twirling to the music just in time to land in front of him before joining in singing. "I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before...all at once am I several stories high, knowing I'm on the street where you live!"
The crack of metal-on-bone rang out as Jackson's club made contact with Anthony's kneecap. Anthony yelped and leaned to the right, but was quickly struck harder in the side, making him sit straight once again.
Jackson's smile was eerily wide, as were his eyes. "Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?" Another thwack, this time to the other knee. Another scream from Anthony. "Does enchantment pour out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live!" Jackson took a step back, twirling his golf club with considerable skill. No, this wasn't for information. This was for Paulie.
Post by Dakota Snow on Oct 4, 2015 23:46:08 GMT -5
Through the onset of expertly inflicted Tarentinian agony, two young faces came into view. Did they come through the door and close it behind them? Every hard *shhrrrrrP* of the nine iron through the air and resulting impact brought them into greater focus. It was the two little girls of ten and eleven, that Anthony had helped guide through and out of Florida. The girl of eleven was blonde and fair skinned with bright, sparkling hazel eyes. Eyes that had often looked upon Anthony with care and great regard, since he helped free her from her evil captor.
She bore a cowboy hat slightly too big for her head, and a youth rifle in her left hand. A rifle she did not raise and fire at Jackson in defense of the man had looked up to. No, she set the rifle to rest like a walking stick at her side, and watched stone faced. Her hat hid her young eyes, until Anthony might look straight at her, then, she tipped her hat back just so he might see the tears of heart break and disappointment. Her young voice broke, ”H-how could you, Ant-nerd? What if that had been me??!”
The girl of ten, darker skinned with black hair tied in pigtails under a familiar baseball cap, and deep brown piercing eyes that had seen so much for her age. They too were bleary with tears, the heartache of a fallen hero...an idol and role model who had shone her it possible to still be good and survive in this horror of a new world. How many times had she heard him lecture back at the mansion about how the philosophers of old were still relevant. Clementine came in and stood beside Dakota, folding her arms over her chest whens he wasn't trying to dry her eyes.
Dropping her hands, she narrowed her eyes in angry resentment,”OR me? Would you have been pulled that trigger then? This wasn't a a bad man eating people who need to be put down. This was a family trying to make it like me and Koda. You and me. Did you mean all those things you told me?? Or were you lying then too?!”
Ivy sat in the corner of the room, she was relaxing the chair and was ready to see some torturing. She watched how Jackson woke Anthony up, by kicking him. She clapped her hands. “Good start.”
Then he heard how Jackson said to Anthony they were going to have some fun. Ivy stayed quiet but smiled. She laughed as Jackson picked him up from the floor and commented on his weight. “Cut his belly open, maybe there are some supplies in there.” She joked.
She knew if Anthony would see her, that he would probably remember her, but she was smart enough to avoid that for now. That’s why she sat in the corner, in a dark spot, so he would only hear her beautiful voice. Then she just watched as Jackson asked if he hat requests followed by a reply off Anthony telling him to go to hell, followed by a reply from Jackson telling him someday. Ivy grinned, she already lied his comments.
Then she saw how Jackson put some music on from the My Fair lady musical. “Hmmm not my cup of tea, but I guess it will do.” She then watched Jackson dance and sing over Anthony. “Well, well if you keep that up, we’ll make our own musical.” Ivy joked.
Then Jackson finally hit Anthony with the golf club, followed by a scream caused by the pain. “Anthony is alive, with the sound of music.” Ivy sang jokingly, but she quickly stopped since it didn’t match the music that was already playing. “Sorry I got carried away.” she added.
Shortly after Jackson smacked his other knee with the golf club. “Oeh, hole in one.” Ivy commented with a false smile. “You got to tell me what’s next Jackson, I’m so curious.” She said.
While she commented she made sure she didn’t use any French words, which would cause Anthony to remember her, she also tried to cover up the French accent she normally adored, but for now she wanted it to be a surprise.
As the club came hurtling downward once more, a new figure silently appeared in the corner of the decrepit room, green eyes wide with shock and sadness. Vivian looked the same as when Anthony had last seen her in Texas, the night she had crept away in the darkness to look for the girls and had never returned. Wearing the shirt Nicholas Lyons had given her after her old one had been stained with Anthony’s blood; the compound bow she had inherited from Andrei was strapped to her back, and her satchel of books hanging at her side. She chewed her nails nervously as the iron hit and turned away.
“Every man is an end in himself,” she said softly, turning her gaze on Anthony once again. “Not a means to the ends of others; he must live for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others, nor sacrificing others to himself. That’s what you did, Anthony – you sacrificed them to save yourself. What else are you willing to sacrifice? What parts of you will you allow to die so you can continue to live?”
Vivian slowly made her way across the room, unobserved by its other occupants, and knelt down beside Anthony as music warbled from the record player, bittersweet in its tone. “You sacrificed me and the girls to stay with the group in Texas – to be safe in numbers. And that’s okay. You killed Adolphus so the others could live, and that was okay. But you’re losing yourself, Anthony. You’re amputating the parts that care, and if you keep cutting, you’ll end up like him – like them,” she added, lifting her head to look at Jackson and the others.
Anthony knew the song, though he was more familiar with the Dean Martin cover. But he knew it, and in that moment he saw Jackson for what he was--the way his eyes lit up, the way he smiled like a kid on Christmas. This was insanity. This was not the ordered, lawful demeanor of men like Adolphus. This was different. It was worse--it was much more frightening. Jackson didn't have a horrible voice--he could carry a tune, and something about that made it even worse.
His eyes widened as Jackson reached for the golf club, but Anthony said nothing. Adolphus--the ghost, hallucination, whatever it was--was right. This was the price to pay for trusting Jackson. It didn't make sense to kill him, no, Anthony doubted his life was in danger, but that didn't mean he wasn't frightened. The first strike was excruciating. Anthony yelped and leaned to his right, clutching his knee--it wasn't broken, but the pain was nearly blinding, and before he knew it, the club railed him in the kidney, causing Anthony to compensate and lean to his left, sitting upright once again.
It was then he saw Dakota. With the third swing, she--and Clementine--came into view. "Oh, no, no, no, no...no..." Anthony whimpered. The rest of the room--Jackson, the music, the woman in the background--it all froze...or had it? Anthony couldn't tell. It seemed as if it did. The pain subsided--no, it didn't. It was throbbing, perhaps just as bad as when Jeff had shot Anthony in the stomach. Perhaps. "Dakota," Anthony said between gasps, through the agony. "No, no, no...Dakota! I wouldn't...never...I would never hurt you. I was...I was...supposed to keep you and Clem safe! But I...I...I left you...I did, I did. God, I did..." Anthony trailed off, he couldn't bear to look at the little girl. She wasn't real, and part of Anthony knew that, yet she felt so real. She was there. She was, just like Clementine and Adolphus and Jackson...to Anthony, they all looked the same.
Then Clementine spoke. Anthony tried to raise his hands to his ears, as if to block her out, but he couldn't. With every attempt to ignore her, her voice became louder, ringing in his ears. "Clem! Clementine! I would never have...I wouldn't have...I'm sorry!" Anthony screamed, clawing at his ears and eyes. "I would never hurt either of you! I wouldn't have! It's worth fighting for, Clem...it is! It is! I...made a mistake, I know...I know...I...Don't give up, Clementine, Dakota. I wasn't lying. It's worth it...it's..." Anthony was losing consciousness, he could feel it. Why hadn't Jackson struck him? What happened to the mysterious woman in the corner? Now, the figures of the girls and Adolphus stood out more than anything real in the room. Jackson was a shadow, and the music was entirely gone.
He was slipping, slipping, but then he heard the voice. And his eyes were open. "No! No, no! Fuck--fuck!" Anthony's voice was cracking, he was kicking at the floor, trying to get away. It did no good, he couldn't move, just as he couldn't when Adolphus visited him earlier. "Vi...Vivian...I'm..." but her message was not that of the girls, not entirely. For a moment, Anthony calmed, listening to Vivian's words. He'd made sacrifices before--he'd sacrificed her and the girls...for what? To keep his heart beating. What had that gotten him? This, to be sure. She mentioned killing Adolphus, and Anthony quickly shot a glance to the man, but he did not react, he only stared at Anthony. Amputating the parts that care...was he? It was an accident! An accident!
Anthony looked to his left, seeing Vivian right in front of him, with Dakota and Clem behind her. "Please...please...It was an accident. I do, I do care!"
He looked to his right, seeing the shadow of Jackson, the shadow of the mystery woman, and the very clear, bright figure of Adolphus. "It was...I...I...I won't end up like any of them...I won't. Vivian...Dakota--Clem! I won't! I'm sorry!" Anthony was screaming once again, but it seemed that the four figures--the ghosts--of Vivian, Clementine, Dakota, and Adolphus--were all fading away, and the pain in Anthony's knees and sides was returning, and Jackson was once again coming into clearer view.
"If you believe them, you're more hopeless than I expected," Adolphus added flatly, taking a step forward before glancing to the girls and to Vivian. "What you were before, when I met you..." Adolphus waved his hand dismissively. "Hopeless, idealist, naive. Taking the morals of mean long dead, and trying to instill them in children."
Adolphus took another step towards Vivian. "And this one," he waved is hand in her direction. "What was she, hm? Some...hope at friendship? Her? So young, you need to befriend young girls, do you? Scared, young girls. Hm." Adolphus was standing between the shadowy Jackson and the vision of Vivian, his arms now behind his back. "You did what you had to do with those three people yesterday. Unfortunate, maybe. Avoidable, perhaps. But ultimately beneficial. They didn't suffer--besides the girl," Adolphus shrugged at that. "You're here because you trusted this man," Adolphus gestured with his head to Jackson. "Nothing more." With that, Adolphus, along with the others, faded into the background, though not out of sight.
Anthony's screams were short lived, and he quickly became quiet, though clutching his left knee. For a moment, Jackson saw him go unconscious, but they couldn't have that! "And oh, the towering feeling," a thwack, this time to Anthony's ribs. That got him up! "Just to know somehow you are near!" Jackson twirled the club between his fingers delicately before making contact with Anthony's shoulder. Just a grunt this time--Anthony was losing energy, but they were just getting started. He'd give him a break--a show!
"The overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear! People stop and stare, they don't bother me, for there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be! Let the time go by, I won't care if I can be here on the street where you live!"
Jackson inhaled deeply and took a few steps back from Anthony and back to Ivy. "Phew! Breaking a sweat here. This is fun, eh?" Jackson, smiling still, stretched his back before waltzing over to Anthony, readying for the final verse of the song. "C'mon, Anthony. You're gonna miss the best part." He gave Anthony a swift kick in the side, as if to wake him, though it had no effect, which made Jackson's eyes grow wide with amusement.
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Clementine moved up to stand by Vivian, her angry resent still growing and punctuated in her body language and every seeming furious movement. Clem leveled an angry forefinger up at Adolphus, "If you aren't lying to us, why are you even listening to him?! Are you going to leave us all a second time?! Because those caring parts you're so ready to throw away for him. That's where live now. Is that what you want?!?”
Clem pulled her hand back into smear away the blur of tears. Her intense young gaze and knitted brow seemed to emphasize and ask her line of questioning all over again without a single extra word.
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Dakota wiped her eyes on her forearm and tipped her hat to hide her young face in exaggerated and menacing shadow. As her ghostly form began to fade, she grabbed up her rifle in both hands. She stepped past Vivian, Clem and Adolphus. She sniffed and frowned, ”You know how much Adolphus terrified me. I woulda hella shot him the face if he had ever found us hiding in the mansion closet.”
She raised her rifle and took aim at the fading ghost of Adolphus. ”Bang.” The young girl lowered her rifle, holding it back at the ready. ”If you weren't lying to us then prove it. Don't listen to this monster, because if you do...”
The little girl lowered her rifle to aim straight into Anthony's face. Tears coming back to her darkened features. ”Then maybe you're the monster I should've been afraid of and ready to shoot instead.” The flash of her rifle's muzzle coincided with a flash of agony and another blow from Jackson. With it, the ghosts of both little girls were gone.
The girls's voices echoed together one last time, or maybe it was just the way the pain blurred the lyrics carried on Jackson's voice. "Proove it!"
Jackson waltzed back to Anthony, who was writing on the ground and mumbling to himself, the words were unintelligible. Jackson lined the head of his club to Anthony's temple, making sure to aim just right, as he began singing the final verse of the song. "People stop and stare, they don't bother me. For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be." He took a practice swing, stopping just before his club made contact with the thinnest part of Anthony's skull. "Let the time go by, I won't care if I! Can be here!" Another practice swing.
Anthony was whimpering, fearing imminent death, knowing that the club would fracture his skull and damage his brain. Jackson's smile was as before, eerily wide. This was always the best part, when they thought they were going to die. Many shit their pants, though Anthony hadn't. Oh well, can't win them all. "On the street! Where you!" Jackson tossed the club aside, laughing. "Live!" On the final word, he brought his boot down on Anthony's face, knocking him out cold.
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Prove it. Prove it. Prove it. The girl's words echoed in his mind, as did the apparent flash from Dakota's rifle, as the pain from another one of Jackson's blows knocked the breath out of Anthony. He wouldn't listen to Adolphus. He wouldn't, despite the fact that it was comforting to think he did nothing wrong. He did. He ended lives--innocent lives, and he would prove to the girls and to Vivian that he was not that man. "I...promise," Anthony weakly whispered to the hallucinations.
Anthony felt the warm, bloody metal against his temple, and his eyes suddenly opened widely. Jackson was about to swing at his temple, which would undoubtedly kill him. "P...please...don't do this," Anthony pleaded, though his voice was so weak it was possible Jackson truly didn't hear. Whether he did or not, Jackson continued with his practice swings, and each time he nearly made contact, Anthony winced and gasped. But nothing. Finally, Jackson threw the club to the side. The last thing Anthony saw was Jackson's boot coming down on his face, and the last thing he heard was the final note of the song, coupled with the crunching of bone.
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Post by Ivy LeRoix on Oct 11, 2015 18:09:45 GMT -5
Ivy chuckled as she heard how Anthony screamed. “If we would still use smart phones, I would record his screaming and ta dah new ringtone.” Ivy said as her false eyes looked at Anthony. Then she just watched and enjoyed as Jackson continued the torturing. She saw how Anthony blacked out, but Jackson made sure to wake him up. Ivy clapped. “Bravo, for waking him up.” She cheered, followed by another false laugh.
Then Ivy kept watching Jackson his ‘work’. Some moments later Jackson walked over to Ivy, telling her it was fun. “Oh sweat isn’t good.” Ivy said as she waved both her hands so Jackson would get some cold air. “But yes ami, très bon.” She said winking at him. Then she watched him walk back to Anthony to continue the fun. She laughed as Jackson told Anthony he was going to miss the best part. “Yes darling, stay awake, you wouldn’t want to miss the big finale.” He said followed by another chuckle.
Then she watched how Jackson did a couple practice swings followed by Anthony begging to not do it. After Anthony his last words, Jackson kicked im in the face causing him to black out. Ivy applauded.
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