Blood embedded my clothing, deep crimson blood. It was everywhere, dripped on the stone floors, plastered on the chair, tarnished to my handcuffs, stained on my face.
Everything was wonderful, everything was marvelous.
The memory rang through my head as clear as day. It was a nightmare for me, a living one.
Like this one right now.
I struggled to get loose, only to suffer in my own pain and grief. My blood seeped through my clothing, only to continue dripping on the chilled stone floor like a stream. It shot chills up and down my spine as I listened quietly, watching it slowly slip out of me and drop to the floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
Each drop for each mistake.
Drip, drip, drip.
The jail cell door swung open, light pooling the darkness that surrounded it. The blazing light above me seemed to surround me in a circle, not allowing darkness to creep further towards me, as did the darkness didn't allow any light to creep forward towards the door.
The jail door swung back closed. Hard. But not before I heard screaming from another hopeless prisoner.
I began to panic, struggling against the leather bonds with no luck. They stayed down, wrapped tightly around my ankles and wrists, not allowing my beaten body to fight against it.
I saw those eyes, those bright blue eyes I once trusted, and felt my face drain it's color.
"You don't have to do this." I murmured out of fear.
The shadowed figure remained in the shadows, circling the bright pool of light, but not daring to step into it.
I felt a tremor wave throughout my body as he spoke, deep voice booming in the miniature room, "September
" He said softly, stopping in front of me.
I shook my head, "W-We can forget about it." I stammered.
He laughed a sinister laugh, he was insane.
He shook his head as he stepped out into the light, "I don't think so Cry
It wasn't Felix. Not the Felix I knew. Not anymore.
His left side of his mouth was sewn up all the way to his eye. It looked as if it was sewn closed once, but now opens slightly, able to show the blue and red that mixed. The whites of his left eye was completely crimson, and his right eye had it's usual blue surrounded in a sea of black. His right side of his mouth hung loosely, able to show how every single one of his teeth were sharpened to a deadly point. He had a zipper that went right down the middle of his face, to separate the two sides. His skin was paper white, stained with the crimson blood of others. Felix stood thin and tall, as if he never had a meal before in his life nor would ever think of having one. Other than his face and skin, it still looked like the normal Felix.
He held a small knife in his hands and twiddled with it, the blood on it staining his slender fingers.
I struggled once more, trying to free myself, but it was no use. I was forced to accept this fate the hard way.
I looked up and deep into what was left of Felix's blue eyes, What have they done to you bro?
He slowly came up to me, tauntingly, inching his way forward as he held the knife close to my skin. He didn't cut, just teased me with it as I held my breath.
Please-" I muttered between clenched teeth.
He slashed out at my chest, cutting deeply, "SILENCE!" He yelled.
I bit my lip in response as he circled around my chair once more.
What is he planning?
He laughed as if he heard my thoughts, "I wonder what you look like underneath that mask of yours
" He said silently to himself.
My eyes widened, "Hell no."
He rolled his eyes, expecting this answer, "Oh well. I tried." He said darkly as he went behind my chair.
I started to panic, "NO! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? NO! FELIX!" I yelled, squirming around as much as I could to get free.
He answered flatly, "Sorry friend." Then fired up the chair.
It sent electric shock waves through me as I sat there, motionless.
I couldn't move. Only see.
The electric chair stopped, and I felt my heart beat slower and slower.
This is it. . . I thought to myself.
I saw everything in blurry motions. Felix came up to me and removed my mask, he grinned darkly as he cut two patterns on each of my cheeks.
I couldn't feel the pain anymore.
I uttered the last words I was able to, "B-Bro Day Every D-D-Day
The last thing I saw was the faint recognition in Felix's blue eyes as he dropped the knife and yelled out, "Cry!"
But it was too late. . .
I had fallen into an Electric Sleep.
Or so we thought. . .