➤Mood: Agony/Depressed
➤Location: In some random garage
➤Company: Emo Teens, Candy, and Andrew
➤Thoughts: Need a drink.....
Something doesn’t feel right…
Where is he? Is this a dream?
Rufus felt around in the dark space that he could only assume was the inner cavities of his own head.
“Yup, just as I expected. It’s completely empty in here...” In the darkness he continued to feel around with his hands as he crawled from one corner of the room to the next.
“I must be dreamin’ again…but which dream is it gonna be this time.” Finally Rufus’s hand reached out and found what felt like a seat.
"Oh, this one...alright let's do this again..." It was a comfy theater seat covered in the softest cloth he had ever had the pleasure of touching. He quickly took a seat and grabbed on for dear life as the chair suddenly took off like a rocket. Where was it taking him? Was this a roller coaster? A great breeze blew back his hair as he flew into the nothingness that was his mind. But then suddenly there was light, and a bright projector sent an image over his head and cast something on a giant wall in the far distance.
“Oh, better put my 3-D glasses on. This is gonna be a good one.” Rufus struggled to do so, but he managed to pull out a pair of 3-D glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. Being displayed in front of him was all the women in his life in what appeared to be some strange montage. They would just stand there looking at the camera, at him really. Their faces were expressionless as they just stood there staring right back at the one and only member of this strange ride/theater/who ******** knows….
First it was his mother. She always looked so beautiful, even after she had been drinking all day. Her hair was messy, and her clothes were dirty, but damn it all of is she didn’t look like a movie star.
“Hey Ma….miss ya…”
Then there was his ex-wife, Daisy. He wanted to look away when he saw the bruises on her face, but as always he forced himself to look. It was his sorry attempt at punishing himself for hurting such a beautiful creature. Her eyes pierced there way into his soul, and all Rufus felt was guilt. He couldn’t even muster up the energy to say anything…he just stared right back with tears falling down his face.
Vaelora came next, that sexy little devil. She was so full of anger and hate for the world. They were so similar, but she didn’t even really see him. Not in the kind of way he wanted her to see him at least.
“One day I’ll get you to see me. You dirty little sex bomb you…and that day will truly be explosive.” Rufus slapped his knee as he let out a huge laugh.
“EXPLOSIVE! I CRACK MYSELF UP!!!!” Rufus continued to slap his knee as his chair began to make a sharp upward turn, as though it were a rollercoaster making it way up a large track.
Finally, Candy appeared on the screen. Candy…his girl…his short-lived best friend…the one who ******** everything up.
“What are you doin’ here! Get outa here Candy! OUT!” The blonde beauty just continued to stare him down, and then as if by some sort of magic she stepped out of the huge screen.
“No! NO! NO! WHAT ARE YOU….” The giant version of Candy slowly made her way over to Rufus who was not lifted hundreds of feet in the air. His chair finally stopped moving. He was eye level with the Candy…she let a maniacal smile form on her lips…then she opened her mouth wide and suddenly Rufus was sent hurdling into her mouth.
“CANDY! NO! CANDY!”
“Rufus! Rufus! Wake up!” Candy began slapping Rufus’s face to wake him up.
“He’s hysterical. We have to get him out of here. They’ve nearly beat him to death.”
“Candy?” An extremely weary Rufus lifted his head to see the real Candy staring back at him.
“I’m here Rufus. I’ve come to save you. We have to be quiet. They could come back at any moment.” Candy quickly started untying Rufus from the chair he had been tied to for weeks. He was dehydrated, malnourished, and near death; yet all he could think to say was...
“Did you bring any booze?”
“What?” Candy stopped untying and just stared at the pale strange version of Rufus siting in front of her.
“Did he just ask for booze?” A man’s voice could be heard coming from behind Rufus. He didn’t care who the man was, or how they found him. He just needed a drink. He needed anything to keep the voice at bay.
“KILL! BITE! SCRATCH! STRANGLE! DO IT! DO IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!” The voice was scratching the inside of his skull. It wanted out, and Rufus was too weak to manage it. It was out for blood and it was going to get what it wanted.
Just as Candy finished untying Rufus he grabbed her neck with both hands, and began squeezing.
“YES! FINALLY! DO IT! TAKE WHAT BELONGS TO YOU!”
“Hey, creep!” The voice from behind Rufus spoke again. Something abruptly pushed Rufus down, and he was too weak to hold himself up. Rufus groaned as he looked up to find Candy and some nerdy looking guy standing over him.
“Can we leave now Candy? This guy is obviously crazy, and I doubt there is much a hospital can do for him at this point.”
“I can’t leave him here Andrew. I told you. He saved my life. I owe him everything.” Candy was getting emotional. Over Rufus? Really? There was a sudden change in her voice when Andrew started walking out. She grabbed his hand and said,
“Don’t you love me baby?”
“Well…yeah…” Andrew turned around to face Candy, and she put her hands around his neck.
“Really? So you would do anything for me, right?” Candy’s voice was so seductive that the man began to blush.
“I told you I would, but…”
“Just help me with this one thing, and I promise I’ll make you REALLY happy. You won’t regret it.” Candy said as she softly stroked the man’s face with her hand.
“Okay…” Andrew was so hooked, and there was nothing that could pull him away now. Oh, nothing except for the group of emo teens who just walked in.
“Hey…” Dante said with a big wide grin on his face.
“Take them. We’ll need them for tonight’s festivities.” He simply pointed his finger at the Rufus’s mini rescue team, and the teens attacked. Damien casually walked over to the feeble Rufus who was still lying on the ground, crouched down beside him, tilted his head to the side, and let out a small laugh.
“You’re gonna like this.”
