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Posted by KIller Frost
on 6/24/2009, 5:39 pm
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“Wake up”
I listen to the words being spoken, and for a brief second I question weather or not the voice I hear is my own, or that of another, yet as the words are repeated a second time, followed by a hard slap to the left side of my face, I instantly realise the error of my thinking.
Waking up after taking a beating is a strange feeling to describe, you wonder if what has taken place is all a dream, yet the bruises, aches and pains that are being sent through every bone in your body, forces you to realise the truth. This leads on to what I am feeling now, panic and fear. I remember precisely what took place before and deep inside I feel anger, I never wanted any of this to happen and yet here I am.
Trying to move my hands I find that I cannot and so I try my feet only to find they are equally restrained.
“I’m going to ask you some questions and you had better give me some straight answers”
“Listen you got this all wrong, I’m no killer. My name is Louise Lin…..” * SLAP *
The sting on the cheek is almost as bad as taking one of her punches and like a good dog I learn quickly that perhaps the safest thing to do is to obey the commands being given.
“Why did you attack Robin?”
“You have to understand, their’s something inside of me and when it takes over I can’t be trusted”
“You didn’t answer my question”
This time it’s a hard jab to my lower thigh; my scream fills the void of the quarry as the nerves in that area is set on fire by a precision strike. No wonder this girl beat me, she’s an expert.
“I guess I’m saying that in a way, it wasn’t even me that attacked robin, its something else. Like their’s two people inside my head and one of them is waiting to strike out at the world”
“You really are crazy, maybe I should take you back to Arkham”
“You will do nothing child but sleep”
I watch as the girl goes to turn, her stance perfect in its form, unfortunately the enemy she faces does not play with the human body, instead it is the mind. As the girl succumbs to the telepathic assault, I watch as her body hits the quarry floor, convulsing as if the unforeseen enemy has triggered some form of seizure.
“Its you isn’t it… show yourself”
“I’m right here my child, turn that precious head of yours to the left”
Once more I do as I’m instructed, and once more I scream. Taken by surprise to see a small green caterpillar, perched neatly on my shoulder.
“How did you get there?”
“I have always been nearby child, people see only what I tell them to. That is my power and now I have need of yours. But this will never do, it was a mistake for me to repress your true psyche.”
“Listen you need to…”
“Silence, I need do nothing”
I feel the swarm once more consume my mind; a buzzing that deafens my external senses and then pain. Hot and burning like an all-consuming fire.
“Ge…t.. out of ….MY…. HEADDDD”
My protest does nothing to stop the pain, in fact if anything it worsens as the caterpillar is forced to exert more of his unquestionable might against my already fragile psyche and its pitiful defences.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA you are actually trying to resist me, perhaps I made you to perfect. Tell me does the little wooden puppet wish to be real”
“Don’t you dare mock me”
“Mock you, you are one of my single greatest creations, a sleeper agent so convinced that they are who they think they are, that they are resistant to even my own telepathy. The irony does not escape me”
“So then its over, I can be Louise, get help and with time learn to control and suppress the dark urges”
“No child, it simply means a more direct approach is needed”
The fire I felt before inside, becomes a match compared to the raging inferno that now explodes within, all around me the landscape changes. I am no longer a prisoner of my own bonds, I am back at my first day as a lab technician at Wayne Enterprise and for an all to brief second I am happy in the moment, but as I go about my daily tasks, I’m forced to watch the worm enter the room, bringing with him an all consuming fire that burns everything around me. Nothing is left until only ashes remain and as I stand buried knee deep in the rubble that has become my life, I feel a cold numbness creep slowly up my left arm, instantly I turn, only to see the body of my alter self and the arm of the manic Killer Frost.
“I will have my prize, even if it means tearing you apart one memory at a time”
To Be Continued…. By either myself or Mr Mind ( Oh and in case its confusing, we are now on the astral plane)
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