Deja Vu

[Trite Boig]

Oh of course. This is BL/ind after all. But there's where the problem is. Those pills are beginning to become worthless. And they are coming back with much more force that my head feels like it's going to explode. and that's where you come in *he started pacing the killjoys door without realization* those pills in due time will cause you to hallucinate, hear things, *smiles* have voices like me, and yada yada. Since they can't experiment on me, I'm a BL/ind employee, they can most certainly do it on you. When we do find a cure and you're not dead, ,I'll let you go. Sounds fair.

[Shadow Gash]

*Snorts* What if I don't comply?

[Trite Boig]

*stops pacing* well that's where it gets good. You don't have a choice.

[Shadow Gash]

*snorts* you're sick, you know that. Mentally sick, I hope you rot in hell *his eyes began to feel heavy, since when? he can't remember, but he hears like a whispering sound all over* What you say!?

[Trite Boig]

*smiles* and every killjoy will join me. *watches him* I said nothing.

[Shadow Gash]

*the whispering gets louder and louder. He covered his ears, in attempt to stop the noise* Go AWAY! *swats at the air*

[Trite Boig]

*points to self as if the killjoy could see him* lil ol' me you want me to leave? Rude

[Shadow Gash]

*tries to play it off, in which clearly he didn't mean his killer* Yes you, leave me be, I don't want to talk to you anymore. GO AWAY!

[Trite Boig]

it hurts me whenever you say that. *snickers* till another time hun, next time maybe you'll tidy up and make me dinner? *laughs as he walks away*

[Trite Boig]

It's been days since he came back to check on his new toy. His voices are subsiding for now, he doesn't understand why but he's enjoying it. The scientists or lab rats have given him reports on how his patient/toy has been doing, and it seems that he wasn't that well off to begin with. Apparently this kj has had some demons of his own, but Trite doesn't care about them, he wants his voices to be gone...this time for good.

"...Have a cookie...." said a female voice, but he can't put a face on that voice. A smile, through all that blur there was a smile....a sweet kind....everything just starts blurring, like a broken channel on a tv....no signal....

He rubs his temples, like it would help. Looking down at his desk for something, anything. Nothing useful. Quickly he got up and cleared out his table in rage. Everything fell down with a loud crash, he screamed from the top of his lungs.

When he finally calmed down he sat down and tipped his desk over. Irregular breaths, heart racing, adrenaline rushing through his veins. It felt like he ran a marathon, and lost. How long has this been happening, these.....visions? dreams? what are they called.

"This is unacceptable...." runs out of his office, to god knows where.

[Shadow Gash]

*Time is irrelevant. He doesnt even know what time it is. His room? Well destroyed. There's fluff from the padded room all around the floor. Claw marks around his walls, suprisingly visible. He looked around his room, dazed, cofused, tired.* ....uhh...*Needle marks all around his body; when was it....the last time he saw sunlight? people?* don't remember who are you? *he asked in his mind, at least no one could hear him from inside* that's wrong who are you? *again he asked, probably the 500th time by now, they always come by, do some tests, check his mind, his head it hurt, like it was about to explode, like something was trying to crawl out of his head to live, it just plain hurts*

*footsteps getting louder and louder by the second until finally it stopped by his door* ....uhhh *he closed his eyes as the door opens, he opened again as two guys, white faced....picked him up roughly by the arms, he hasn't resisted since...well, he doesn't remember, the dragged him out, he just sighed and closed his eyes, in attempt to stop the pain*

[Trite Boig]

Out of anger he shoved people; some were angry, some were confused, some were just scared and avoided him when he came. He punched the walls every once in a while, ignoring that his skin was tearing, blood flowing out of his knuckles, smearing the walls. People started to stare, talk, gossip.

"WHAT!?!?" He whirls around, "Do you know who I am?"
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?" he pats his chest in anger, like a gorilla claiming territory. "I'M TRITE BOIG! TRITE BOIG!!!" spreading his arms out and slightly twirls around for everyone to see "GET BACK TO WORK!! OR I'LL TELL MISS BELLE THAT YOU ALL" points his finger at almost everyone "ARE SLACKERSS"

Everyone was silent for a brief moment. For that moment, he felt everyone's fear. However, as quickly as that silent formed, someone was brave enough to walk up to him. She was petit, glasses on her face, hair tied back, timid, but for some reason she had the guts to walk up to him. She was scared of course, more the reason for her to be. He could of killed her in front of all these people.

"M-m-mis-mister Trite" she stammered.

"WHAT!?" He stared her down, she cringed.

"M-miss B-Belle Sacramento, she's dead." she quickly looked at him and walked back to her place.

Dead, dead? DEAD!? A smile finally spread acrossed his face. "Thank you...." he walked away, laughing, towards his prisoner. Happy again.

[Shadow Gash]

*laying down on the cold cold table, i.v. lines poking through his arms, legs, and chest. He looked up at the blinding lights. Today, another day....same thing as always. He feels dizzy, tired, the sound of the heart monitor* and me... *stickers on his head, wires poking out, suprisingly it doesn't hurt that they are on. Whispering, normal whispering. A door opened, someone screaming, it seemed so far away, like everything was getting farther and farther. He felt at bliss for a while, the drugs pressumed, had nothing else to live for*

Mr. Xach, if you can hear me blink twice *A doctor asked, he blinked of course, better to comply than to fight. The doc flashed a light in his eyes, for a reason he doesn't even know anymore. Then a nurse, or so whatever came by and talked to the doc, they both left the room*

....uhh *it pains to get up, big time. whatever will to live was gone, but he got up, pulling the i.v's out. A man walks in, more looks like a grown child, seems too familiar, but he can't place the face anywhere.* w-who.....are...you?

I'm glad we finally meet Mr. Xach, I'm your tormentor, thanks to you we have something close to my cure. I have no use for you, nothing. I'll deal with this *he waves a glass vile around* for now. Right now I have better things to do. *he walks out, the doc comes over*

you have to lay down, now that it's done according to Mr. Trite, you can now rest *pushes him down as softly as he can. Of course, he complied, Xach was his name, yeah it was somewhat of a comfort. The doc removed some bags from the i.v's, re-attached some i.v's that were pulled out, Attached new bags* Soon you'll be a new man, without all this pain. *he smiled, pity, that's what the doc probably felt, he left*

*Soon he was left alone, something was causing the pain to go, it was relieving, and that was fine, he closed his eyes and entered a deep sleep*