Chapter 4

walking thought the castle style hallways. its lighted by lantern looking lights on the wall.

(singing) she's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane, the man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hot male boots.....(end singing) you a fan of the Beatles,...a victim?


my name's...

that's just great, not important

..well i guess they're not bad. did you say something about tests?

tested, yes. why, not that a totally different question to which you haven't even come close to asking, i can see it in your eyes

...see it in my eyes. unless you have eyes in the back...

of my head? no, I'm not alien. you'll learn

whatever... you say. ill go with it at this point

given in have you? so soon, shame. now we'll have to feed you to the hungry cannibal kid in the basement

...what?!... your joking right?

that's the funny part, you'll never know

why is everything about this place so secretive?

well, if we all didn't have our dirty little secrets, where would we be? you will find out just exactly what you need to know... just... not yet.

Weasel pushes open an iron door and holds it for the victim to enter. slamming the door behind him he locks it from the outside.

good luck, let the game begin.

Weasel opens a peep hole and talks to the victim through it.

oh and remember не слушайте никого и Вас, wil находят ваш выход

wait! what did you say?

if there is one thing i hate, its repeating myself after i have just said what i mean to. told you that once before, you should have been listening. have fun!

but i don't understand what you said!

fading out due to walking away from the door, the victim is left in silence.

(singing) oh don't you know that happiness, is a warm gun. happiness is a warm gun....(end singing)

before the victim lies a hallway that leads to yet another hallway; a maze. all the walls look alike and there are no indications that can be seen anywhere to determine if he has been there before. all the walls are too high to climb, and hallways too wide to shimmy up.

are you fucking kidding me right now? its like i signed up for some sick fun house bullshit.

good evening. it is advised you watch your language, the Boss isn't one for such a foul mouth. i suggest you begin, because with each passing moment, the lights will begin to fade. good luck.

but Weasel told me that i wouldn't be needing the flashlight anymore

you shouldn't need it, but then again it might have been useful. Weasel has been known to make things for the victims a bit... harder. so there's your warning. now begin.

Don't Recall Writing This, Yet Here It Is

how long can one man
stand by means
of his own strength
before he caves
his legs buckle and
he begins to fall to
the dreary gray earth
on which he stands

quiet whispers can

be heard through

the overbearing noise

what is it they tell you

have they more to say

Four Legs and a Tail

i hate how they follow you around

i hate the way they smell

i hate all the sounds they make

i hate how you have to take care of them

i hate how they ruin your plan to leave the house

i hate how they leave hair everywhere

i hate how you have to pick up after them

i hate how you have to clean up after them

i hate how they lick you

i hate how they don't listen

i hate almost everything about them

i hate how they waste your money

i hate how they jump up on you

loyal companion, yes

worse than a kid, yes

worth it, once

Don't Let Me Down

Suicidal kings sit upon decomposing horses. Staring at their destroyed land delt by their own hand. Crumbling foundations lie beneath their castles, soon to be crushed under the lies within.

Blood queens lay in a bed of metal, hiding from their age. Rapped of their innocence and blamed for it.

Jesters endlessly star into the fire searching for an ounce of entertainment. Finding not but a smirk, they resort to shouting 'off with their heads!' while looking in a mirror.

Let Me Be

let me lay and listen

to the rain outside my window

i wish to hear it pelt the rooftop

and every leaf that lies in its way

falling from the heights above

let me drift to sleep

to its gentle rhythm

as the hours pass and

the night grows darker

cover me not

for i wish to feel

the cool breeze of moisture

upon my naked skin

wake me you shall not

for i slumber upon a dream

that i dare not shatter

Chapter 3.5

Boss.



yes Hammer...



the new victim has completed the first test. took a little longer than i guessed he would...but he's done. and now he is demanding that he talk to someone. says he's "dying of hunger". we'll see how long he lasts.



thank you for the update. inform Weasel.



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Scooter, hows that virus coming?



its coming, going to take some more work. you'll be able to have it within the next few days I'm thinking.



alright that works great. and make sure that its untraceable, wouldn't want to get caught.



of course.



alright keep up....



Weasel.



go ahead Hammer.



the victim has completed the first test and you are all clear to begin phase two.



alright good, thanks. let the fun begin. and Scooter, let me know when its complete.



that's a can do.



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is anybody out there? i read the briefing! and i got a few questions about things! anybody out there, please?! Weasel! i want to talk to you! um...Boss, can you hear me?! i want some answers!



you'll never be able to get answers if you first don't allow the other person to speak.



who is that?....answer me!



first off lets get one thing straight, you jump when WE tell you to, not the other way around. you're at the bottom of the pole, and shit rolls down hill, so get use to it. second, you were told to read the briefing......



which i did as much as i could, but it's in a different language past the first page, how am i supposed to read that?!



calm the FUCK down! you wanna interrupt me one more time and see what happens?....didn't think so. you will learn your place... as i was saying,... you were told to read the briefing and then you would be contacted when it was time. now it is time. can you handle staying calm or am i going to have to get the restraints? its up to you.



...I'm under control...



no use mumbling, people cant understand what you're saying so it does no good.



I'm under control.



good now we can move on. Hammer, unlock the victim's room....

copy that, have fun.

thanks. now if you would follow me... and take the flashlight out of you pocket, you wont be needing it anymore.



how'd you kn.....



follow me, and don't touch anything.

Chapter 3

Ace.

yes Boss?

what's the status on the charges?

they are not what we initially thought they might be. they are something far greater than what we anticipated.

Ace, i need you to pin point the location of where they might have gotten the charges. we need to know what it is we are looking at.

I'm all over it,.. you know that i can handle this.

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Hammer?

yeah Weasel?

i want full lock down on the new victim's room. and make sure the lights get turned off in...about 5 minutes. let the tests begin.

copy that. its in motion.... you remember being in the tests?

like it was yesterday. not too fond of those memories. but you see where they got us?

right you are.

without the tests we would be nothing more than the pathetic losers on the street... alright, i want an update on the victim every...lets say... every ten after the lights go out. and let the Boss know when the first stage of the tests is complete. got that?

copy that Weasel.

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Weasel.

Boss.

i need you in my office.

copy that Boss. I'm in the elevator as we speak. there in seconds.

Yes Boss.

you ever find out the name of the new victim?

that i did not, did you actually want to....

you and i both know that i already know everything about him. i cased him. brought him here. he's now your problem. a problem i know you can handle.

correct... the tests have been started, there is no say on how well he will do. how'd you pick this one out? what makes you think he will be better than the last one?

come now, you know rule number 2... that was a nice spiel, making rules up like that. did you practice that one?

did it come off rehearsed, like i can't make something up on the fly ha!, it shut him up didn't it, at least for the time being. and it may not be a rule but it is an unwritten code that we all go by, all but you, but its your job to know things so.....

you are correct about that. it is my job to know.... this one... i feel different about this one. last one was a flake. we could all see that. but this one... he's an ex-military man. relieved of his duties due to his home situation. damn shame. wife and daughter shot at gun point, didn't even see it coming. don't worry he's stable now, but not for long. keep me updated.

always. good talk.

oh and Weasel. you did put both the batteries and the light bulb in the room this time didn't you?

Boss, what do you take me for a....

...a weasel?

That was one time, and i called it, he was a fuck up and should have never been let in. and yes both are in the room, real question is where.

Chapter 2

Weasel, got a new victim for you to handle.

why is it that every time we get a new victim, i have to handle it? give it to...

its your job, are you not second in command? and are you questioning me? do as i say.

yeah Boss, where is he?

just pulled up outside. we have been expecting him. show him around.

he got a name?

do you really care?

true..., I'm on it Boss.

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we've been expecting you. welcome to the Fortress. last place you will ever live. I'll get to that later. as for now, follow me.

...i talked to someone on the phone about this and .....

that's the Boss. you always answer to the Boss, no matter what it may be. the Boss is always watching and can hear everything, so you might want to be careful what you say.

...the Boss? no name?

that is their name, its what you call the Boss. that's all you need to know.

and who are you?

I'm Weasel, and i only answer to the Boss, you got that. that means that you also listen to my commands as if they were the Boss'. i speak on the Boss' behave. can you handle that?

i think that i got it so far. but why do they call you Weasel?

right. rule number two, you don't ask questions. when it is your time to know things, you will know. so until then...come on follow me, lets go. hands and feet inside the elevator at all times. so... moving on. Hammer.

hey Weasel.

hows it looking?

everything is alright for now. that old lady down the street is still standing there, i call the the paramedics. they're on their way. everything under control. if not, you're the second to know.

good work, carry on. that was Hammer. he's got the duty of security and surveillance. he tucks us in at night and makes sure the bed bugs don't even get with in a block of the place. he's been watching you since you turned onto the street. watch yourself. that over there on the computer, that's Scooter. he's our technology technician, he deals with all the technology within the Fortress, you got or need anything within that department, you go to him for help with it.

i do have a problem with my....

NOT done, under the hood over there is Gust. shes our driver and mechanic. she knows the ins and outs of the every vehicle in this place. if you need to get away fast, she's the one to trust. ill have to set up a driving session with her for you.

why do i need a driving session with her?

first off, from what i heard, you are not the best driver, who knows how many rules of the road you follow. and second, lets just say that you might wear what you ate if you're not use to her driving, not bad, just ...efficient. now the other two aren't here right now. they left yesterday for a mission. wont be back until tomorrow, and Ace is down in the lab, you can meet her later. she doesn't like to be bothered, well at least by...you. she's our chemical technician handles all the real nasty stuff. you can meet the rest of them later....

what is it that you do, besides being second in command?

fair enough, fair enough, but all will be known in time, you will soon find out. don't you fret.

ok then... well, whats with all the nicknames? do people not have real names here?

these are our real names...now. you'll have to ask everyone personally why they are called what they are. its up to them to tell you or not. you must respect that. respect here is everything, without it there is nothing. right this way. you got all that, or is there something that you missed?

...um... you said mission earlier, what do you mean mission? what is it you do here?

what is it you think that we do here?

..uh..well...

all will be answered in due time. don't you worry. but for now...this, is your room. this is where you will stay and ... read what you need to. its on the desk. everything that you need to know as of now is in that file. the briefing is all you need to know as of now. anything else?

yeah...ah.. where is the bathroom and when is it i get to eat? i drove for hours here and I'm hungry.

just read the briefing, its all you need to know. you will be contacted when it's time.

...time for wh...

just.read.

Concealed

a broken clock on the sidewalk. the shattered glass reflects the sunlight as best it still can. still hands create still time. is anything moving? broken friendships create pain within. it isn't what i or any of us wanted. but do we even know what we do want? how sure can we be that this isn't what we wanted? we go by our feelings. pain, happiness, fear, love. its what we all feel. its what we all make our decisions by. can they be trusted? can we entrust our lives within how they make us feel?

For a Weekend

i see a burning cigarette in the middle of the road. the setting sun casts a shadow making the smoke barley visible. the asphalt that it rests upon is stained by the mark of man with its yellow and white, glittering in the fading sunlight.

stopping at a stoplight, i see a flickering fed hand. when shall it finally die? how much longer does it have, does it know? the man stopped by the flickering light, leans upon the light post, waiting for the changing light.

pulling a bag out of the trunk, i pull my phone out of my pocket to inform my mother that i have arrived at my destination safely, like always. looking up i connect eyes with an elderly woman walking her dog. i smile. she looks away. what has the world come to?

i walk thought the artificially lighted hallway past doors to the other parking lot. back in the sunlight, it reflects off the beads of sweat it has created that run down my brow. wiping it away with my sleeve, a man is loading wooden chairs into the back of his truck, i assume its his.

i look up the stairs and try to imagine what it is that will come. what it is that will come within the next hours, days, years. i am always thinking of my future and who will be in it.

i am the result of a destroyed marriage. i am the outcome. i am stuck in the middle.

Looking Into the Darkness, I Take a Step Forward

this if for all the assholes, the lovers, the fighters, the complainers, the drama queens and mainly friends.

we grow up learning from our parents, what they teach us. the line between right and wrong. what is just and unjust. they try to mold us into perfect beings for society. but we all know that doesn't work. the teenage years hit and we begin to think for ourselves. we find things out the hard was, we go against their words. we go behind their backs to discover ourselves. but we are not alone. forging that river with us are our friends, people who we find comfort in. people we can tell anything to, no matter how ugly the secret is. we cry, we laugh, we live.

time progresses on and there may be casualties but new recruits are always coming. we grow fonder of each other and spend more time with them, living with them, sharing moments together. moments that we will never forget, for they make up our lives.

then something happens. we start to change, all of us. we listen to the shit people talk about us behind our backs from a third party and it hurts. we seek revenge. and argument breaks out and we say the friendship is over. but we know that it has grown too deep over the years, we know its not over deep down. we continue life.

we eventually learn that people lie, they cheat to get ahead in life. it hurts when that becomes part of our story. it weakens our friendships, but mainly because we let it. we let it get to our heads. we start fights and begin to avoid people because we seam to be tired of them. but deep down, we'll miss them if they leave. we shared moments together that make up our lives. that's a bond that cannot be forgotten.

this is the life of a teenager. we let things get to our head. it drives us crazy and we make decisions based on those lies and cheats, because we let them get the better of us.

so until we can grow the fuck up and leave the bullshit drama behind. I'll and others will be waiting. for you to find yourself. for sally over there to stop spreading rumors to make herself feel better. for bob to stop treating people like an asshole. for us all to stop the drama, and take control of our lives. but until then we shall wait. wait for time to tick onward. there is nothing that we can do, until that moment comes. the moment that we realize that we have all been a huge group of dipshits for ruining our friendships, our moments, our lives.

so maybe one day, when we are grown. we'll be able to see what life is about. and how these little snags in life are part of fucking life, and no matter how bad we don't want them to come, we realize that we have no choice. they will come. they strengthen us. make us wiser. prepare us for the future, no matter what it may be. but until then, the drama shall rule. and in the end, we will look back and regret it. regret it getting to us.

so i say live for today. if you trip and drop your book in the puddle, pick it up and dry it out. continue writing, the pages are never ending and the ink is forever lasting. care not about the looks from strangers, care about the words that come from the tongues of your trusted friends. fuck the drama, no one needs it. fucking get along. this bullshit that is in all of our lives isn't worth even glancing at.

Truth Betold

i hate stupid people
i love driving in fog
i love the sensation of cleaning my ears
i cant use a towel if i know or even think that someone else used it
i hate people who have to always put you down to make themselves feel better
i love the sensation of really cold water
I'm super tired of every one's bullshit
love the way that music can change my mood, sometimes
i don't know how to comfort someone when they cry, it makes me feel awkward
I'm super fascinated with murder, killings, serial killers and death
before i can eat my cereal i have to make sure that ever piece has been dunked in the milk
i would love to be a high school teacher
i am picky about where i can get my tattoo(s) because i don't like them to be in a place where hair grows because i think it makes the tattoo look bad
after i read a message, i have to delete it
i wish my hair was the slightest bit curly or rather wavy
i think that the moon is very powerful, it represents so much
i don't like to lend my stuff out because I'm over protective of it
i like to lay in bed and just watch the second hand go by
i don't know what to think about people anymore
i don't like bright colors, I'm a dark person with dark interests
i love to sleep on top of the covers so that i can feel the cool breeze at night
during the winter i have to have a lot of blankets on my bed because i like the weight and the great amount of warmth
i hate being licked by anything
I'm an atheist and i think its funny when my family tries to understand that
i think that slapping a girls ass is disrespectful, even if they know its all in fun and game
i don't think that everything is solved by taking a pill or going to the doctor
i hate the native American culture and i really don't know why
i don't like being clean shaven but i also don't like when it gets too long a few, one - two days is best
fingernails that go below the actual fingertip creep me out
i hate the words "pussy" and "fag" or "faggot" and find them offencive and I'm not sure why

Cycle

can life start over? can we take the life that is ours and begin again? more rather not being born again but everything else, just beginning again? you drop your current life, your friends, you job or lack there of, bank accounts, residence. can you really just leave it all behind? leaving it and relocating somewhere where no one knows you, never even heard of you. you get a new name, house, job and car. you then begin to make friends that you relate to. and the cycle begins again. you start fresh. but why do it? did you mess up in the past cycle, something that you have to try again? did someone hurt you or did you hurt them and you just want to run from either the pain or the guilt. or is it that you just get tired of the same old shit, the same old shit that tires you and you have no want for. you want to start over and try something else. a new strategy. see how you can change your life into something different. a different pace. something with style or lack of it. yet what good can it do to run? will it keep you up at night that you might have ruined someone elses life by vanishing? not even keeping contact. ruin their thought that they could have gotten with you because they loved your eyes, the way you looked at them. just to vanish and become part of a fantasy. will it help, running? to start the cycle over again? or will the same flaws come up and ruin your chance to be happy? what if its your flaws that you cant run from but you still try, don't you? maybe this time it will work.

Dead Jelly

i hate when people try to talk to me through the bathroom door


sitting around a campfire with friends is one of my most favourite things


i like the looks of words spelt the English way


i really like my shoes


calves are one of the top most things of the body that turn me on


i hate people who complain all the time


i love everything to do with the ocean


when i bend my arms and put my elbows together, it looks like a t-rex


in 8th grade, before i moved, i sat at a table all by myself everyday until i moved


saving my money is slightly hard


i wish my sister was a boy, so i could have a brother instead


i hate anything cinnamon flavored


it boggles my mind on how the body works


I'm going to get at least six tattoos and none of them will have color or shading


i cherish my friends cause i don't want to loose them, like i did with my other friends before i moved but wasn't caused by moving


sometimes i wish i could just live, but i have to control things


i like to chop wood


i love to run my fingers through my hair


i don't like to sleep without a shirt on and hate sleeping with socks on


i hate when people have sex with only their socks on


i don't like ac/dc


i love shadows


i want to grow up but i don't know the next step


i hate the military and everything it stands for


i wish i could orgasm because of listening to a song

She's So.....

i hate being sweaty with a burning passion

i hate talking on the phone even if its to call my friends

i don't answer my phone if i don't feel like doing anything but what i am at that moment

i hate mowing the lawn and would do almost anything to get out of doing it

i sometimes want to get shot and stabbed just to see what it feels like, even if its by my own hand

i sometimes want to buzz my head to get rid of my hair cause i get annoyed with it

i hate all sounds a dog makes

i hate the sound of breathing

i hate when people remind me to do something over and over again even if i will forget

i hate the heat

i hate having long fingernails

i love taking cold showers

i don't like to take my shirt off because I'm not comfortable with the way i look

i think tattoos are hot

Alicia is right, smoking does make you look hot/badass

i don't think you can love too much

if i had more courage and a nonchalant attitude, i would be a nudist

i take pride in what i make

if i miss a call, i don't call them back if i don't want to talk to them

i wish i could go back to high school for one more year, i miss it that much

i want to get into a physical fight with a girl then make love after

i tap my fingers because i pretend I'm playing the piano

sometimes i sit on myspace and just wait for a message, whether its coming or not

i hate it when people try to control children and make them do what the older people want to do

i don't like having long hair

i hate light colored shirts, nothing lighter than grey

i lie sometimes about little things to try and impress people, wish i didn't

I'm having trouble sleeping and its pissing my off cause all i want to do is sleep

when i get super angry i cant control myself and i get really destructive

i get attached to things too easily and i wish that i didn't

i could live out in the woods, but i would need someone to talk to

i hate being inside on a nice day, but i do nothing about it

i like to sing along or by my self because it relaxes me

i think its really cool when me and my friends sing the guy and girl parts in songs. stripped, happiness is a warm gun, and elephant love melody are the best for that

i don't like the look of 3d letters on something that is 2d

our country thinks as things as taboo way too much

i wish i could forget things

i really badly wish that i had more motivation for anything

i hate people who try and control the other in a relationship

i get pissed off really easily

I'm super bad at spelling

i try and dig for the answer even if i don't want to know

sometimes i wish that we could all break out in song and dance

i like the looks of writing in all caps

I Cannot Recall

what is it

that makes us tick

that makes us

lie and cheat

what is the reason

behind our reasoning

is it feelings

of ours or another's

that we consider

that we don't wish to hurt

why is it

i want to hurt you

yet i cannot

i cannot bring

myself to hurting you

where is the reason

to my own thinking

have i lost it

has it gone astray

floating endlessly in space

never to be found

or am i hiding it

underneath my own feelings

for all they seem to do

is cloud everything