Chapter 11

He then went behind her chair and grabbed a toolbox. He pulled a table from nearby and set the toolbox down on top. It opened with a creak. He pulled out a wrench. Then he grabbed from his pocket a syringe filled with a tranquilizer fluid.

He put it into her arm and then released the rest in her. After a few minutes she was starting to sleep. Once she was completely asleep he grabbed some hooks and tore off the tape. He then tied the hooks to the back of the chair.

Once tied he took them and slammed them into her cheeks. She was still asleep. He then opened her mouth and took a hold on one of her teeth with his wrench. Then he pulled. This woke her up and she slammed forward sending blood flying at her brother. The hooks dug into her jaw and stuck.

Her cheeks had been torn opened from the hooks. The barbed points now buried within her jaw. She was under intense pain. She let out a shriek. Watson was fond of this sound. He laughed as he took a cut pipe and shoved it into her throat. Her screams turned into a gurgling sound.

Then her blood started to get pushed it of the pipe. A few minutes passed, and her brother was now staring at her body that was still twitching whilst her blood pours out of her. He was terrified. Now it was his turn.

Watson: "Your Christian, right Alex?

Alex: "FUCK YOU. YOUR A PSYCHO."

Watson: "Your right you know, but I have a feeling you wont get to see another day."

Then he grabbed the pipe that was in Alex's sister's throat and pulled it out. Alex yelled at him again. He saw him raise the pipe and everything went black. When he woke he felt restrained, but not in a chair. He couldn't see what he was tied to. There was no light.

Male Voice: "What a predicament. Dear Alex. If only you could see yourself now. Ah yes, Watson left me in charge of killing you. A test to see if I had the guts to join him and many others across this world, I would guess."

Alex: "Who are you?"

Man: "I am technically dead. But you can call me Patrick. I was rescued from my car after we spun out of control by Watson, but he said I needed to take my death to be free. Then he gave me a medicine to make it seem like I was dead. My injuries were real, but my death was not. So I turned to him, for help in what happened. He said a deer had ran out in front of us. I lost my wife in that accident. The next few weeks I spent in a cage. I was almost insane until once again, Watson took me out of there. So I joined him and many others and I have to say I've never felt more alive."

Alex: "Your sick!"

Patrick: "Yeah, so what? Oh! It's time to start!"

Patrick laughed and then he turned on a light and the room flash alive. Alex quickly noticed that he was tied to a cross. He grabbed two spikes and a hammer. He then put a spike in each of Alex's hands. Alex screamed in pain. He tried to move but found he couldn't. He was bleeding profusely from his hands. Then he saw Patrick pick up a gas can. Patrick started pouring it on the cross and Alex.

Patrick: "Your family never treated us right you know. Even though we were related to one another. But that's fine. Jessica just nearly killed herself a few times. That's why when I heard who Watson had gotten, I persuaded him to let me kill you. This is for her Alex."

He tossed a lighter he had lit while he was talking. Once it hit some of the gas it ignited and quickly consumed Alex. He screamed as he slowly burned. Trying to get free but to no avail. His screams filled the room for a few minutes. Then they disappeared.

Patrick: "You should have been nicer to her. This might have never happened then Alex. I'll see you in the next life cousin."