A silent breeze ran through the empty tunnels it’s only companion was the darkness, some emergency lights flickered throughout, casting little rays of hope into an otherwise desolate world . It had been years since any one had entered the abandoned subs ways of New York, the world had moved on; it was forever in silence a memory best left forgotten. But madness always needs a home, somewhere to spread from, somewhere to grow. In one of the broken down cabs, he had made his domicile, the outer cab still had some of the original wood, it was broken and worn, and rust had taken its cancerous hold.
The inside of the can had been stripped, there was only one dentist’s chair, even that had seen better days, its innards had begun escaping the tan leather skin that held the chair in one piece, the arms had been removed and replace with two metal arms, with small spike sticking out of them and two leather straps for tying the arms down lay empty hanging at the side, there was a foot rest at the bottom, that also had these gruesome modifications. The lights in the cab where broken and but he had returned, his madness slipped over the dwelling like a daughter welcoming home her father.
A scream followed him as the cab door opened, “hello darling did you miss me” he spoke softly to the cab, while lighting two candles, two large men, dragged a women by the legs, her head bagged , she was still struggling when they threw her in the beside, she tried to grab at the bag, but his foot shot forward kicking her in the face, her head flew backwards and she let out a whimper before passing out. It took a few hours for her to wake up again, but when she did, she was looking into those eyes, those monstrous eyes. He was crouched on a chair, looking at her like a predatory bird, “We will start in a moment, the pain killers need to wear off first” he said in a monotone voice, she tried to look away, but found her head tied in place, her mind was slow, her body numb. “Don’t move not yet, you’ll spoil it “her voice was dry and broken “Pain killllerrs” he smiled, she could tell under the skin mask she saw moment where his lips would have been.
Her eyes where beginning to focus more, she was starting to think clearer, she took him in he wore an impeccable purple suit, his face was as white, it looked as if it had clown make up on, but at the same time looked too real to be make up, his hair was short and green and he wore a purple rose in his button hole, she remembered those roses, he had sent them out all over New York when he first appeared, to restaurant and hotels, it took two hours for the poison to set in and that was when people started to die. Not long after that he took over a news station and really started to spread his madness, dropping presents into the streets, children ran to them, as their parents screamed from the windows, well the ones watching the news anyway. But it was too late the bombs started going off. But the Knightfalls brought him to justice, where it only took him three months to escape, he then went to a children’s hospital and killed all the adults and thus bringing a new generation of fear into the world, before vanishing.
It had been over six months since anyone had seen him, his face hung off muscles, it was clamped on, no one knows anything about him and no one knew where he had come from. “Okay Miss Anderson, let’s talk” his voice rasped under the skin “So you’re a journalist, I want you to tell a story…” her heart quickened, he was not going to kill her…he wanted her to tell his story, “Than..” his hand flew through the air striking her on the cheek, “DO NOT INTRUPT ME”. He had moved from the chair and rubbed his cheek against the one he had just struck, she never even felt it, o god she was still numb, “I have to finish my speech before…” he moved quickly throwing his hands up like an excited child, he put one hand to his mouth “I can’t “ he turned away from her, his back shaking like he was giggling, fighting back the excitement, when he turned back he threw both arms out in a grand gesture “OH go on then, let me show you the surprise, “ he ran over undoing the strap on her head, her neck gave out moving forward from the numbness, he eyes gazed upon the rest of her body in horror.
She had been strapped down to an old chair, she saw blood over her pin stripped pants suit and followed the crimson line to her arms that where strapped down to the arms of the chairs, the blood was coming from underneath, but she could not tell why, her eyes felt dry as if she had been crying for a long time, but she was sure she had not shed a tear even when he had kicked her in the face. She had been raised to fight, she could take a beating, but those two men had drugged her… She began to get feeling back and that’s when she really screamed. Pain shot through here like a lighting bolt, he let out a childlike laugh, her head slacked and she brought it back up, looking at him.
He was smiling again “I just did not want you to go anywhere; I want your full attention.” Biting back the pain, she forced out the words, “Thank you”, she could now feel the spikes in her feet, “Soooo let’s get started” he walked over to the a small metal stand and pulled out a potato peeler . “look at this, most people would just see a simple instrument, a day to day utensil.” She needed to keep him talking “What do you see.” He looked at her, with that f@cking smile “Inspiration” he began walking towards her, “See my lovely, darling, Miss Anderson, I see the things it can be, “ his tongue licked the side of her face, before rolling over her lips.
She did not pull away, she tried to close her eyes, but…he pulled away “I wondered how long it would take you too notice.” She spoke without thinking “Why can’t I close my eyes, “ he threw his head back and laughed “oh she finally is starting to ask the right questions, You can’t shut them because I had Inspiration.” He was walking away from her now, “You see, I was sitting here, thinking” he hit his head with his empty hand the potato peeler still in his other “I’m always thinking, think think think.” He turned again walking quickly towards her. He straddled her, pushing his body close to hers, “Then I saw it” his face was an inch from her, she could feel the heat from his body, the smell of his breath, why did he smell like bleach. “The potato peeler, look at it, so simple so….easy to obtain, so easily forgotten.” Her adrenaline had kicked in, the pain was a numb after thought again. “Your my story, Miss Anderson, your my message that I am back and I am going to use the most simplistic tool to do it.” With his free hand he tied her head back down, she could do nothing to stop him, “But..” his finger ran over her lips “Shhhh now”
He leaned into her closer, bringing the potato peeler up “o god, what are you doing” her body began to shudder, with him still on top, the peeler ran over her eye, she screamed louder and louder, the pain caused her to bite her tongue, blood filled her mouth as he continued to peel, her thoughts where lost to her, all she knew now was pain. Her body went limp, as it shutdown he stepped of her, “Was it good for you too..” he laughed before picking up a syringe and walking back over to her, “let’s wake you up again , we still have so much more to do, I may even let my new friends come and play for a little bit...but we are having so muuuuuch fun"