Post by Szil on Aug 3, 2005 22:09:14 GMT -5
Crazyman Jack,
Bloodlines
By Sam Dailey
Prologue
Crazyman Jack,
Bloodlines
By Sam Dailey
Prologue
Darkness, it lives in all of us, but only few actually meet it face-to-face. Like the Devil, when awakened it spreads like a plague. You can try to defeat it, but it is hardly conquered by just will alone. That is if you want to get rid of it.
I have a fetish for blood, a so-called lust. Doctors say it’s a disease; I say it’s a gift. No matter which way you think of it, you won’t get long to analyze it, for it doesn’t want to be discovered. I like it that way and so I live on; yet I am not really alive, nor am I dead, I just am, am I a ghost or Prophet, a vision or a bad dream.
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Chapter 1
Fade to black
I woke one night when I was 15, frustrated, for I had not slept in days. I turned my head and looked at my hand, it was twitching with anger, and I could feel every nerve, every vessel, and every… cell. Suddenly, I was willed from my bed.
I felt myself go towards the kitchen and open a drawer of utensils. I picked up two forks, and walked for the back door where I began to hear a scratching at the door. I felt less pushed now somehow I knew what I was doing. I now felt aggravated at something, but I wasn’t sure what.
I walked up to the door and reached out for the knob. As I opened the door I laid witness to a rabid dog, I first had feelings of fright and then as I was about to shut the door I was overcome with euphoria. As the dog lurched toward me, I as if willed by an Assassin, I struck the dog once right in the neck and once and once right in the heart, killing the mutt almost instantly. I then simply shut the door and went to bed, the only sleep I had had in three weeks.
I woke the next day, by the screams of my mother. Having almost no idea what happened the night before, I ran to her. See was on her knees shivering over the corpse of the animal. I had no idea what the animal was doing there or why it was there, it was just there. By this time my father came in and saw the corpse, he looked it over carefully, and went and buried it with out saying a word to any of us for hours.
That night I heard him mumbling, “Those were strategic hits, one in the heart, one in the throat, who could have done it, wait, I don’t want to know. The only one it could have been is Jack, no my son couldn’t have done it, never, never! But why, why, was that dog there, and why was our forks in it’s neck, WHY? I don’t understand, I don’t understand, maybe it was just luck, maybe just maybe it was self-inflicted.”
I couldn’t take it anymore; I walked in there and tried to speak with him. He saw me and became quiet in a hurry, he looked at me and motioned towards the TV, and we sat down, and began to watch Conan O’Brien, who I have always liked. I tried to talk to him about the dog but he changed the subject into schoolwork, which I have always had no trouble with. When we finished the conversation, he looked at me and said, “About the dog, wait until I figure things out for myself, then you can tell me what you know” after that, just walked away, and said nothing.
This was the first time I ever encountered my so-called “bloodlust” that was in my blood. Only ones who encounter the darkness are infected by it. My bloodline is a line of mystery and murder, I was not the only one in my family to fade to black, in fact all the men in my family have. The darkness was my only friend for the next couple of weeks.
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Chapter 2,
My father
We waited until I felt the darkness and the dog had completely blown off, … I thought. I awoke one morning in the passengers side of my of my dads pickup, it was around four in the morning and there was an eerie fog everywhere. If I had reached out the window, I felt as if the sky would have ripped me out of the vehicle and thrown me into the sky. It seemed somehow, … hostile.
As soon as my dad, Jehovah Verais, noticed I was awake he said, “I need to tell you a story, it pertains to both of us, I need you to listen carefully to what I tell you. What you experience has been in my bloodline for hundreds of years. It has been dubbed a “black parasite” by my family, even I had it… once.
I was 15 like you, when I awoke one night for no reason; I walked to the kitchen and got a knife, and went to the door. When I got there I heard scratching at the door, I was willed to open the door. When I did, there was a rabid dog there, like the one you met, and I sliced its head clean off, with a single swoop.
And my father went through the same thing as I am doing, brought me out to the middle of nowhere, and talked to me about this. The dog must be the demon invoked by the darkness, to test us. It has tested everyone in our bloodline and all of us have prevailed over it.
Now it is your time to choose your path, live or keep the darkness… and die. Don’t say anything just yet let me explain. Conquer the Darkness, like I did and live a normal life. Or keep the darkness, and die, right here, by my hands. What is your choice?”
All I could do is laugh, though I tried not to. It wasn’t me talking it was the darkness, laughing, laughing at my father, for his… insolence. I wasn’t in control at all; I started walking circles around my father. All I could do is watch from inside myself, almost ready to scream, though, I knew what must be done.
I said, “I choose to live, although it won’t be by your standards. You are not the one to decide my fate, only I can do that. This gives me strength; it shall not be given away so easily. This is the only way I am able to breath, I see it so clearly, now, and this… is my fate.
In a staggering voice my father said, “Don’t do this, Jack, I love you, I can’t do it.” “Then don’t, it will be hard at first but, why don’t you just let me walk away, and never see me again, that way, I don’t have to kill you, and you don’t have to die”, I replied. After a lot of thought and time he finally said, “Fine, if that is the way you want it, that is the way you, will… die.” He attacked me, what could I do, was there a way out of this?
In a flash it was over, he had ran at me with a hatchet, almost swung it, and at the last second, I put my arm through his chest, killing him almost instantly. With his final breath using staggering word he said, “You really are the crazy man, it was what I feared for the most. I had no reaction to it; all I did is walked away and forgot about him. I wander to the highway, to leave this place; I had no desire to stay in a place where I was known. But by the time I had gotten to the highway, someone had already found the body, and called the police, and it just so happened I met them right there, with my arm covered in blood.
Since I was only fifteen they sent me an asylum. I requested to be sent to another asylum away from this town and state. They did as I asked, and I was sent to an asylum in Texas. I only spent two years there; they were the worst years of my life. But I did meet some of the greatest people of all time.
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Chapter 3,
My time in the Asylum
It was the blackfield asylum, where some of the most dangerous people were sent. Most of the people there were huge buff serial killers, but some were small scientists, like Otis. He was a genius, he knew more about the brain than anyone. He did belong there; he could have done so much good for people with disorders and things.
I also met some of the more famous people, I met Sweet tooth, he was a cool dude, the only reason he was crazy was because they kept him in that hole. He got there because he killed three people who attacked him in an alley, but he had a want to kill ever since. I sensed no anger in him, but the yearning to escape and to kill.
I can still remember my first session of therapy. He asked me, “Why did you kill your father”, I replied “Because he attacked me.” He then asked me “why did he attack you”; I said “Because I decided to keep my darkness, I chose Timmy over my father.” And finally he asked me, “Who is Timmy”, in a solid changed tone I said, “My darkness, is Timmy, he talks to me when no ones there, he IS me.”
After that, I had no more sessions with the so-called doctors; I was labeled “Extremely dangerous”. I was just as “crazy” as anyone in that place. I hated it, the only reason I stayed as long as I did is because, I had not learned my potential yet.
One day I was talking to Otis and he said something to me that I will never forget, he said, “The said, the only way to cope with the darkness, is to become the darkness.” Otis was a great man, one of the greatest men I have ever met. This thing that he said to me, made me realize, more than ever, just how great he was. I truly loved this man, like a father, I could never allow anyone to hurt him.
I spent a year or two, training with weights and sparing some of the inmates. I became much stronger and more refined then ever before. I knew inside that I was training for a reason; it was somehow… my destiny, to become as strong as possible. As I grew strong the more revered I was to the rest of the asylum. Soon, I was under constant watch.
In one of my fights, I almost killed a man; his nickname was Black Midas, one of the strongest in the asylum. It started as a regular fight, and ended like a regular fight. But in the end he grabbed a chair and hit me over the back, just because he lost. I went berserk on him, I grabbed that chair and ripped a leg off in and began to beat him severely, and I even kicked him seven feet, into a wall.
They put me in a little room with no light, for 6 months. No contact, no freedom, this is what drove me to the brink. When I got out of the hole, I changed; I wasn’t sure if it was for better or for worse. The one thing I was sure of is that I would have my revenge, on this entire asylum.
I came out of the changed as I said before. I killed Jack Verais, and created Crazyman Jack. And Crazyman Jack didn’t take shit. Nor, did he care for the lives of those who were against him.
It was time to escape; I simply walked up to a guard, and poked him in the jugular, collapsing it and instantly killing him. I took the keys off him, and instead of walking out the door I threw them into a wall, decreasing structural integrity. After that I punched and kick at the wall for five minutes, and finally broke through. After that I grabbed Otis and ran, he couldn’t keep up and was caught by the guards. Some day, I will go back there and save him, but right then I had to leave there.
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Chapter 4,
The real Beginning
When I left the asylum, I also left behind my past. Not like my past could be of any help to me. But, I felt almost empty; I need to fill the void in me, but had no way how. All I had was the darkness, Timmy would always be by me; he would always be part of me, and would always be me.
The very first thing I need to do is to find some where to stay. I settled in a town in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere where no one had any idea of who I was. It was a town called Sidney. And it was a simple town with simple people, it was perfect.
It was the simple truth that the asylum would cover up my escape, so that it wouldn’t lose credibility. And they cover it up, just like I thought, they fixed the wall, and destroyed all the evidence I was ever alive. How do I know, you ask? I went there many times, just to check on Otis.
He was never anywhere to be found, some inmates said he was taken to the hole for trying to escape. Which seems right, seeing as these “doctors” had no imagination. But still, it is too cruel a punishment for one like Otis. I would get him out, but when I freed him, I was going to free every one, and so should end the asylum.
But, for the moment I needed to establish a center for operations. I needed more strength for such a task, and also the means to gain more strength for such a task. I would become the strongest the world had seen, and with Timmy on my side, it would be easy. To gain my strength I would need to gain mental strength as well, such as reading old novels, it was a passion of mine.
One night I woke in my sleep to whispering, it wasn’t Timmy, it came from outside, it was two men. Something flicked inside me, and I snuck outside. I snuck behind them gagged them and drug them inside. And down into my basement they went, with me not understanding any of what I was doing.
For two days they laid in opposite corners of the room, until I told them, if they killed me, I would set them free. They just so happened to have guns on them, I still had no clue what Timmy wanted from me. I unlocked their shackles, and one by one they emptied shell after shell into me, but I dodge every single shell with blinding speed and a dark shadow following me, everywhere I went.
Watching in awe, they emptied their clips horrified to find out that all was for naught. “Step one, bite the bullet”, whispered to me. They backed up to the wall, and pleaded for forgiveness, but it was too late, they had already invoked our wrath by thinking so little of me. And the next thing that happened was a great achievement, a record for all mankind. I walked up to them and said “It is an odd thing that a snakes own poison, is also the cure”, and with that, I forced them into the wall with a single thrust, killing them, with grotesque results.
I made no mess, it was the cleanest thing I ever seen. Somehow the blood had soaked into the ground perfectly, it made no mess, I began to think that Timmy had something to do with it. Though I am not sure how, all I could do is continue to follow Timmy and see where he takes me.
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Chapter 5
Attention?
Things were going good in Sidney. I had gotten a good job. The weird thing is even for such a small town things seemed too quiet. I was beginning to think something was going to go down.
One night as I was walking home from the store I saw something. It was just a flash through the trees, but I definitely saw something. I just began to move again at a faster rate, and I heard something behind me. At this time I began to run, I don’t know why, Timmy just told me too.
I made it home only to find a posse of six of “the wrong kind of people” standing as if it were a stake out. I had two choices: One- I could run, stay low, or two- find a way and take them all out. “Signs point to two”, said Timmy, the ever-sadistic one. So I waited and thought about it and finally made a strategy.
I climbed a nearby tree, it stood about 10 feet tall, the nearest target was approximately seven feet away, it was a stretch but I knew I could make it. Jumping from the tree limb, I tackled the man, severing his spine, ran towards the house, while trying to elude myself from sight. Then, crouching behind a bush, I waited for someone to notice him lying there.
As one of the men noticed and went over to him, I ran out grabbed the standing one, picked him up off the ground while still running, and shoved him into the tree, shattering all of his ribs, he was now a rag doll. Then, I climbed the tree while still carrying the man. Hanging from one of the limbs of tree, I waited for someone else to notice the meat puppet on the ground. But this time the other four all came at once, this would complicate thing.
I studied the situation and decided to go as planned. Getting a good footing on one of the limbs, I threw the man at the targets taking only two down. Knowing that they now knew where I was I jumped down and ran to the right in a semi-circle. I got to the window on the other side of my house and went in through it luckily I hadn’t locked them. The men, though courageous, were scared shitless, I had just taken down four people and I hadn’t even used a gun.
I walked through the house to the window closest to them, choosing my window I got a running start. As I jumped through the window like a crazed lunatic, they realized where I was coming from and shot aimlessly into the window. Crud though it was, it was efficient, I made it through the window, and managed to take them both out, but not without damage.
Next was clean up, I took all the corpses and put them in the cellar. The only bloodstains were my own, so I didn’t need to worry about them too much. I got all the bullets out of me I counted 12 then again I was a little woozy. I took a shower, bandaged my wounds, and painfully crept into bed.
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Chapter 6
The Wraith
I woke the next morning to see that I was completely healed and that the bodies and every trace of blood were gone. I never really figured out how the bodies disappeared or where they went for that matter. I could see how I healed so fast it was probably Timmy. Even though as was well, I couldn’t help but think something was wrong.
I did not leave the house that day. I thought it was a good idea to wait until night to do anything. I was wrong.
At about 8 o’clock I left the house to get groceries. I was gawking and saw that same flash again, but instead of running I stayed. I regret doing this of course, but I felt that it was right. I think it was Timmy who decided to do this.
It jumped out of the tree it was a disgusting creature, I think it was human. Its flesh was swelled up and pale, it looked almost zombified. It spoke in gurgled, forced words: “Times up Timmy, it is time to come back.”
“Kill it”, Timmy order, “What the fuck is that thing, Timmy”, “The same thing you were supposed to be in the first phase, when the body rejects the wraith, you however fought it off and kept you’re body, now kill it.”
I dashed forward and tried to Hammer Punch the thing, but it grabbed my arm and threw me into a tree with stunning force. “Is there something you forgot to mention, Tim” I whispered, “oh yeah, that thing is extremely fast and strong” he said. Getting up I realized just how hard this was going to be.
The next thing I tried was a big mistake, I jumped high into the air and threw a series of punch straight at him and he didn’t even notice, he in what seemed like a single motion kicked me, grabbed my throat, and threw me into a window. Soon he was right on top of me again showing his claw-like hands.
I already felt woozy from the glass imbedded in my back, but it somehow showed me a different perception of this man, if you can call that. It was like I was seeing through Timmy’s eyes. It still showed the basic structure of the body but it was different there was glow like licks of flame coming off of it and it was keeping the whole body from falling to pieces. There was a bright light coming from the area just above the heart and I had a distinct idea of what this was. Desperately I swung a piece of glass right at the area, and at that exact moment that decided whether I live or die I blacked out.
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Chapter 7,
The sickening
I awoke in a matter of minutes with the creature lying lifeless on the ground. I would like to say I killed it, but I found no glass in it, yet I had its blood on my hands. What had happened, Tim had nothing to say, nor would he speak, something had made him happy though, I could feel it, I could also feel that something was wrong. Something was very wrong inside me.
I would like to take this moment to further explain the zombie. The skin was a pale blue color like that of a drowned corpse, the hair was short and thin like it balding, the face had been permanently contorted into a look of pure terror. The eyes were wide and red like something had tried to squeeze them out of their sockets. All along the body were black veins visible to the eye, like the blood had turned rotten in the veins. It was truly a horrendous creature; the fingernails were shaped almost like claws.
When I got home a suddenly collapsed to my knees and felt crippled, but I persisted and stood back up. There was a great pain over my whole body, it was like another being was trying to grow inside of me, and at the same time split me apart. I thought it might go away if I slept so I went off to bed, so I went off and in my trip I walked by a mirror. It was frightening what I saw, I was growing pale and my eyes were bloodshot.
I could hear a laughing in my head, it wasn’t Tim’s voice, the voice was higher and more evil. It began to speak: “HAHA Jack, you are pathetic, you should have taken your father’s advice and overcame Tim, before he took hold, it just made it all the more easier for me!” Troubling as it was, I remained calm and rebellious. I was determined to break whoever was in my head down, before it turned me into a wraith, or whatever it was called.
I stood back up and began to clench my teeth; I was going to get him out no matter what happened to me in the process. I sat down in a chair and gripped tenaciously to the armrests. I began to hear a pained scream come from within me; except it wasn’t the voice it was I. So, the inner scream became an outer scream: a scream of pure terror, a scream of extreme pain, a scream of deafening magnitude, it was horrendous.
Soon, the scream began to tear my insides, from the toes to the brain I felt it, it was pride! Pride would not let me be taken over, it was the one thing keeping me going, it was the one thing that had kept me going on these years. I let it all out, soon the pain turned to fire, and it licked my muscles agonizingly. I would not stop, even if it took days, I would not stop.
It had been at least an hour and finally I could feel the voice quivering, it had obviously underestimated me. It began to scream, and soon I felt it move, like a kind of slid, it had lost its grip. I was winning, pride, made me win, even though my whole body hurt like I had been crushed by a boulder, but I had won. As I disappeared with a howl it screamed out a malediction: “Rankinashu cannot lose, what is this, you need me, you created me, you are blind!”
And with that I stopped. I had beaten the unbeatable. I did not think on what he said for the pain was distracting. But, I knew from there on, that pride was my ultimate weapon, but pride has its disadvantages. As for Tim, I had not heard from, I suspected him to be gone, but I did not know exactly what happened, and that was good enough for then.
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Bloodlines
By Sam Dailey
Prologue
Crazyman Jack,
Bloodlines
By Sam Dailey
Prologue
Darkness, it lives in all of us, but only few actually meet it face-to-face. Like the Devil, when awakened it spreads like a plague. You can try to defeat it, but it is hardly conquered by just will alone. That is if you want to get rid of it.
I have a fetish for blood, a so-called lust. Doctors say it’s a disease; I say it’s a gift. No matter which way you think of it, you won’t get long to analyze it, for it doesn’t want to be discovered. I like it that way and so I live on; yet I am not really alive, nor am I dead, I just am, am I a ghost or Prophet, a vision or a bad dream.
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Chapter 1
Fade to black
I woke one night when I was 15, frustrated, for I had not slept in days. I turned my head and looked at my hand, it was twitching with anger, and I could feel every nerve, every vessel, and every… cell. Suddenly, I was willed from my bed.
I felt myself go towards the kitchen and open a drawer of utensils. I picked up two forks, and walked for the back door where I began to hear a scratching at the door. I felt less pushed now somehow I knew what I was doing. I now felt aggravated at something, but I wasn’t sure what.
I walked up to the door and reached out for the knob. As I opened the door I laid witness to a rabid dog, I first had feelings of fright and then as I was about to shut the door I was overcome with euphoria. As the dog lurched toward me, I as if willed by an Assassin, I struck the dog once right in the neck and once and once right in the heart, killing the mutt almost instantly. I then simply shut the door and went to bed, the only sleep I had had in three weeks.
I woke the next day, by the screams of my mother. Having almost no idea what happened the night before, I ran to her. See was on her knees shivering over the corpse of the animal. I had no idea what the animal was doing there or why it was there, it was just there. By this time my father came in and saw the corpse, he looked it over carefully, and went and buried it with out saying a word to any of us for hours.
That night I heard him mumbling, “Those were strategic hits, one in the heart, one in the throat, who could have done it, wait, I don’t want to know. The only one it could have been is Jack, no my son couldn’t have done it, never, never! But why, why, was that dog there, and why was our forks in it’s neck, WHY? I don’t understand, I don’t understand, maybe it was just luck, maybe just maybe it was self-inflicted.”
I couldn’t take it anymore; I walked in there and tried to speak with him. He saw me and became quiet in a hurry, he looked at me and motioned towards the TV, and we sat down, and began to watch Conan O’Brien, who I have always liked. I tried to talk to him about the dog but he changed the subject into schoolwork, which I have always had no trouble with. When we finished the conversation, he looked at me and said, “About the dog, wait until I figure things out for myself, then you can tell me what you know” after that, just walked away, and said nothing.
This was the first time I ever encountered my so-called “bloodlust” that was in my blood. Only ones who encounter the darkness are infected by it. My bloodline is a line of mystery and murder, I was not the only one in my family to fade to black, in fact all the men in my family have. The darkness was my only friend for the next couple of weeks.
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Chapter 2,
My father
We waited until I felt the darkness and the dog had completely blown off, … I thought. I awoke one morning in the passengers side of my of my dads pickup, it was around four in the morning and there was an eerie fog everywhere. If I had reached out the window, I felt as if the sky would have ripped me out of the vehicle and thrown me into the sky. It seemed somehow, … hostile.
As soon as my dad, Jehovah Verais, noticed I was awake he said, “I need to tell you a story, it pertains to both of us, I need you to listen carefully to what I tell you. What you experience has been in my bloodline for hundreds of years. It has been dubbed a “black parasite” by my family, even I had it… once.
I was 15 like you, when I awoke one night for no reason; I walked to the kitchen and got a knife, and went to the door. When I got there I heard scratching at the door, I was willed to open the door. When I did, there was a rabid dog there, like the one you met, and I sliced its head clean off, with a single swoop.
And my father went through the same thing as I am doing, brought me out to the middle of nowhere, and talked to me about this. The dog must be the demon invoked by the darkness, to test us. It has tested everyone in our bloodline and all of us have prevailed over it.
Now it is your time to choose your path, live or keep the darkness… and die. Don’t say anything just yet let me explain. Conquer the Darkness, like I did and live a normal life. Or keep the darkness, and die, right here, by my hands. What is your choice?”
All I could do is laugh, though I tried not to. It wasn’t me talking it was the darkness, laughing, laughing at my father, for his… insolence. I wasn’t in control at all; I started walking circles around my father. All I could do is watch from inside myself, almost ready to scream, though, I knew what must be done.
I said, “I choose to live, although it won’t be by your standards. You are not the one to decide my fate, only I can do that. This gives me strength; it shall not be given away so easily. This is the only way I am able to breath, I see it so clearly, now, and this… is my fate.
In a staggering voice my father said, “Don’t do this, Jack, I love you, I can’t do it.” “Then don’t, it will be hard at first but, why don’t you just let me walk away, and never see me again, that way, I don’t have to kill you, and you don’t have to die”, I replied. After a lot of thought and time he finally said, “Fine, if that is the way you want it, that is the way you, will… die.” He attacked me, what could I do, was there a way out of this?
In a flash it was over, he had ran at me with a hatchet, almost swung it, and at the last second, I put my arm through his chest, killing him almost instantly. With his final breath using staggering word he said, “You really are the crazy man, it was what I feared for the most. I had no reaction to it; all I did is walked away and forgot about him. I wander to the highway, to leave this place; I had no desire to stay in a place where I was known. But by the time I had gotten to the highway, someone had already found the body, and called the police, and it just so happened I met them right there, with my arm covered in blood.
Since I was only fifteen they sent me an asylum. I requested to be sent to another asylum away from this town and state. They did as I asked, and I was sent to an asylum in Texas. I only spent two years there; they were the worst years of my life. But I did meet some of the greatest people of all time.
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Chapter 3,
My time in the Asylum
It was the blackfield asylum, where some of the most dangerous people were sent. Most of the people there were huge buff serial killers, but some were small scientists, like Otis. He was a genius, he knew more about the brain than anyone. He did belong there; he could have done so much good for people with disorders and things.
I also met some of the more famous people, I met Sweet tooth, he was a cool dude, the only reason he was crazy was because they kept him in that hole. He got there because he killed three people who attacked him in an alley, but he had a want to kill ever since. I sensed no anger in him, but the yearning to escape and to kill.
I can still remember my first session of therapy. He asked me, “Why did you kill your father”, I replied “Because he attacked me.” He then asked me “why did he attack you”; I said “Because I decided to keep my darkness, I chose Timmy over my father.” And finally he asked me, “Who is Timmy”, in a solid changed tone I said, “My darkness, is Timmy, he talks to me when no ones there, he IS me.”
After that, I had no more sessions with the so-called doctors; I was labeled “Extremely dangerous”. I was just as “crazy” as anyone in that place. I hated it, the only reason I stayed as long as I did is because, I had not learned my potential yet.
One day I was talking to Otis and he said something to me that I will never forget, he said, “The said, the only way to cope with the darkness, is to become the darkness.” Otis was a great man, one of the greatest men I have ever met. This thing that he said to me, made me realize, more than ever, just how great he was. I truly loved this man, like a father, I could never allow anyone to hurt him.
I spent a year or two, training with weights and sparing some of the inmates. I became much stronger and more refined then ever before. I knew inside that I was training for a reason; it was somehow… my destiny, to become as strong as possible. As I grew strong the more revered I was to the rest of the asylum. Soon, I was under constant watch.
In one of my fights, I almost killed a man; his nickname was Black Midas, one of the strongest in the asylum. It started as a regular fight, and ended like a regular fight. But in the end he grabbed a chair and hit me over the back, just because he lost. I went berserk on him, I grabbed that chair and ripped a leg off in and began to beat him severely, and I even kicked him seven feet, into a wall.
They put me in a little room with no light, for 6 months. No contact, no freedom, this is what drove me to the brink. When I got out of the hole, I changed; I wasn’t sure if it was for better or for worse. The one thing I was sure of is that I would have my revenge, on this entire asylum.
I came out of the changed as I said before. I killed Jack Verais, and created Crazyman Jack. And Crazyman Jack didn’t take shit. Nor, did he care for the lives of those who were against him.
It was time to escape; I simply walked up to a guard, and poked him in the jugular, collapsing it and instantly killing him. I took the keys off him, and instead of walking out the door I threw them into a wall, decreasing structural integrity. After that I punched and kick at the wall for five minutes, and finally broke through. After that I grabbed Otis and ran, he couldn’t keep up and was caught by the guards. Some day, I will go back there and save him, but right then I had to leave there.
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Chapter 4,
The real Beginning
When I left the asylum, I also left behind my past. Not like my past could be of any help to me. But, I felt almost empty; I need to fill the void in me, but had no way how. All I had was the darkness, Timmy would always be by me; he would always be part of me, and would always be me.
The very first thing I need to do is to find some where to stay. I settled in a town in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere where no one had any idea of who I was. It was a town called Sidney. And it was a simple town with simple people, it was perfect.
It was the simple truth that the asylum would cover up my escape, so that it wouldn’t lose credibility. And they cover it up, just like I thought, they fixed the wall, and destroyed all the evidence I was ever alive. How do I know, you ask? I went there many times, just to check on Otis.
He was never anywhere to be found, some inmates said he was taken to the hole for trying to escape. Which seems right, seeing as these “doctors” had no imagination. But still, it is too cruel a punishment for one like Otis. I would get him out, but when I freed him, I was going to free every one, and so should end the asylum.
But, for the moment I needed to establish a center for operations. I needed more strength for such a task, and also the means to gain more strength for such a task. I would become the strongest the world had seen, and with Timmy on my side, it would be easy. To gain my strength I would need to gain mental strength as well, such as reading old novels, it was a passion of mine.
One night I woke in my sleep to whispering, it wasn’t Timmy, it came from outside, it was two men. Something flicked inside me, and I snuck outside. I snuck behind them gagged them and drug them inside. And down into my basement they went, with me not understanding any of what I was doing.
For two days they laid in opposite corners of the room, until I told them, if they killed me, I would set them free. They just so happened to have guns on them, I still had no clue what Timmy wanted from me. I unlocked their shackles, and one by one they emptied shell after shell into me, but I dodge every single shell with blinding speed and a dark shadow following me, everywhere I went.
Watching in awe, they emptied their clips horrified to find out that all was for naught. “Step one, bite the bullet”, whispered to me. They backed up to the wall, and pleaded for forgiveness, but it was too late, they had already invoked our wrath by thinking so little of me. And the next thing that happened was a great achievement, a record for all mankind. I walked up to them and said “It is an odd thing that a snakes own poison, is also the cure”, and with that, I forced them into the wall with a single thrust, killing them, with grotesque results.
I made no mess, it was the cleanest thing I ever seen. Somehow the blood had soaked into the ground perfectly, it made no mess, I began to think that Timmy had something to do with it. Though I am not sure how, all I could do is continue to follow Timmy and see where he takes me.
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Chapter 5
Attention?
Things were going good in Sidney. I had gotten a good job. The weird thing is even for such a small town things seemed too quiet. I was beginning to think something was going to go down.
One night as I was walking home from the store I saw something. It was just a flash through the trees, but I definitely saw something. I just began to move again at a faster rate, and I heard something behind me. At this time I began to run, I don’t know why, Timmy just told me too.
I made it home only to find a posse of six of “the wrong kind of people” standing as if it were a stake out. I had two choices: One- I could run, stay low, or two- find a way and take them all out. “Signs point to two”, said Timmy, the ever-sadistic one. So I waited and thought about it and finally made a strategy.
I climbed a nearby tree, it stood about 10 feet tall, the nearest target was approximately seven feet away, it was a stretch but I knew I could make it. Jumping from the tree limb, I tackled the man, severing his spine, ran towards the house, while trying to elude myself from sight. Then, crouching behind a bush, I waited for someone to notice him lying there.
As one of the men noticed and went over to him, I ran out grabbed the standing one, picked him up off the ground while still running, and shoved him into the tree, shattering all of his ribs, he was now a rag doll. Then, I climbed the tree while still carrying the man. Hanging from one of the limbs of tree, I waited for someone else to notice the meat puppet on the ground. But this time the other four all came at once, this would complicate thing.
I studied the situation and decided to go as planned. Getting a good footing on one of the limbs, I threw the man at the targets taking only two down. Knowing that they now knew where I was I jumped down and ran to the right in a semi-circle. I got to the window on the other side of my house and went in through it luckily I hadn’t locked them. The men, though courageous, were scared shitless, I had just taken down four people and I hadn’t even used a gun.
I walked through the house to the window closest to them, choosing my window I got a running start. As I jumped through the window like a crazed lunatic, they realized where I was coming from and shot aimlessly into the window. Crud though it was, it was efficient, I made it through the window, and managed to take them both out, but not without damage.
Next was clean up, I took all the corpses and put them in the cellar. The only bloodstains were my own, so I didn’t need to worry about them too much. I got all the bullets out of me I counted 12 then again I was a little woozy. I took a shower, bandaged my wounds, and painfully crept into bed.
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Chapter 6
The Wraith
I woke the next morning to see that I was completely healed and that the bodies and every trace of blood were gone. I never really figured out how the bodies disappeared or where they went for that matter. I could see how I healed so fast it was probably Timmy. Even though as was well, I couldn’t help but think something was wrong.
I did not leave the house that day. I thought it was a good idea to wait until night to do anything. I was wrong.
At about 8 o’clock I left the house to get groceries. I was gawking and saw that same flash again, but instead of running I stayed. I regret doing this of course, but I felt that it was right. I think it was Timmy who decided to do this.
It jumped out of the tree it was a disgusting creature, I think it was human. Its flesh was swelled up and pale, it looked almost zombified. It spoke in gurgled, forced words: “Times up Timmy, it is time to come back.”
“Kill it”, Timmy order, “What the fuck is that thing, Timmy”, “The same thing you were supposed to be in the first phase, when the body rejects the wraith, you however fought it off and kept you’re body, now kill it.”
I dashed forward and tried to Hammer Punch the thing, but it grabbed my arm and threw me into a tree with stunning force. “Is there something you forgot to mention, Tim” I whispered, “oh yeah, that thing is extremely fast and strong” he said. Getting up I realized just how hard this was going to be.
The next thing I tried was a big mistake, I jumped high into the air and threw a series of punch straight at him and he didn’t even notice, he in what seemed like a single motion kicked me, grabbed my throat, and threw me into a window. Soon he was right on top of me again showing his claw-like hands.
I already felt woozy from the glass imbedded in my back, but it somehow showed me a different perception of this man, if you can call that. It was like I was seeing through Timmy’s eyes. It still showed the basic structure of the body but it was different there was glow like licks of flame coming off of it and it was keeping the whole body from falling to pieces. There was a bright light coming from the area just above the heart and I had a distinct idea of what this was. Desperately I swung a piece of glass right at the area, and at that exact moment that decided whether I live or die I blacked out.
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Chapter 7,
The sickening
I awoke in a matter of minutes with the creature lying lifeless on the ground. I would like to say I killed it, but I found no glass in it, yet I had its blood on my hands. What had happened, Tim had nothing to say, nor would he speak, something had made him happy though, I could feel it, I could also feel that something was wrong. Something was very wrong inside me.
I would like to take this moment to further explain the zombie. The skin was a pale blue color like that of a drowned corpse, the hair was short and thin like it balding, the face had been permanently contorted into a look of pure terror. The eyes were wide and red like something had tried to squeeze them out of their sockets. All along the body were black veins visible to the eye, like the blood had turned rotten in the veins. It was truly a horrendous creature; the fingernails were shaped almost like claws.
When I got home a suddenly collapsed to my knees and felt crippled, but I persisted and stood back up. There was a great pain over my whole body, it was like another being was trying to grow inside of me, and at the same time split me apart. I thought it might go away if I slept so I went off to bed, so I went off and in my trip I walked by a mirror. It was frightening what I saw, I was growing pale and my eyes were bloodshot.
I could hear a laughing in my head, it wasn’t Tim’s voice, the voice was higher and more evil. It began to speak: “HAHA Jack, you are pathetic, you should have taken your father’s advice and overcame Tim, before he took hold, it just made it all the more easier for me!” Troubling as it was, I remained calm and rebellious. I was determined to break whoever was in my head down, before it turned me into a wraith, or whatever it was called.
I stood back up and began to clench my teeth; I was going to get him out no matter what happened to me in the process. I sat down in a chair and gripped tenaciously to the armrests. I began to hear a pained scream come from within me; except it wasn’t the voice it was I. So, the inner scream became an outer scream: a scream of pure terror, a scream of extreme pain, a scream of deafening magnitude, it was horrendous.
Soon, the scream began to tear my insides, from the toes to the brain I felt it, it was pride! Pride would not let me be taken over, it was the one thing keeping me going, it was the one thing that had kept me going on these years. I let it all out, soon the pain turned to fire, and it licked my muscles agonizingly. I would not stop, even if it took days, I would not stop.
It had been at least an hour and finally I could feel the voice quivering, it had obviously underestimated me. It began to scream, and soon I felt it move, like a kind of slid, it had lost its grip. I was winning, pride, made me win, even though my whole body hurt like I had been crushed by a boulder, but I had won. As I disappeared with a howl it screamed out a malediction: “Rankinashu cannot lose, what is this, you need me, you created me, you are blind!”
And with that I stopped. I had beaten the unbeatable. I did not think on what he said for the pain was distracting. But, I knew from there on, that pride was my ultimate weapon, but pride has its disadvantages. As for Tim, I had not heard from, I suspected him to be gone, but I did not know exactly what happened, and that was good enough for then.
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