Roundhead
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“For my eyes are electric!” Rod says with gusto. “Next you’re going to tell me you’re made of metal as well.” Rod smiles broadly, “But I am made of metal, the finest metals in all the land, for I take pride in my vessel, and I keep my circuits clean.”
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The bitterly cold March winds claw at his face as he forces each step forward, pulling on the dogs leash sporadically as he tries to keep the pace forward and her stop to the bare minimum. The music blares powerfully in each ear blocking out the rest of the world, allow his mind to escape…
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The lights twist and turn in the darkness, creating shadows that seem alive with movement. His mind frantically creates dark doubts and fears that implode with a plethora of images that burn their way into his brain. An explosion ripped through the electrified air and he feels the madness washing over him as familiar faces…
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He stands in the empty corridor bathing in the light, then as quickly as it birthed itself into existence the light is gone and he stands looking down an all too familiar hallway. Slowly he allows his gaze to drift along the rows of widows facing out from the rooms that shoot off the hallway,…
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Marty smiles nervously, as he feels the edge of hit top lip quiver with annoyance. “S-S-SURPR-P-PRISE!” Sophie yells with glee, laughing hysterically before her face becomes emotionless and she stares coldly at Marty. “I CANNN TELL B-B-BY THE LOOK ON Y-Y-YYOUR ROT-T-TTEN FACE YOU DIDN’T EXPECT P-P-POOR LITTLE SOPHIE TO B-B-BE I-I-ITS WAY IN!” Marty…
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He smiles softly and leans back in his chair, “Why is such an interesting question with so many desired outcomes, for we do so much for so little. Yet the one question that can pull every thread apart, is why. Why is the sky blue? Why do we cry when we’re sad? Why did the…
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Jarvier grinds his teeth together, spitting a mouthful of spit to the ground. “So proud if yourself, aren’t you?” He hisses deeply. “Why shouldn’t I be? This word should be the crown in my jewel of excellence, but instead its a bitter pill disguised as a dream, and that is for all of us. That…
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“Why theses games!” Jarvier hisses as he charges up the stairs towards Marty, only to find himself standing at the bottom again. Marty smiles and takes a bite of his apple. “What makes you think I’m playing games with you?” “Don’t try and act like your innocent, we’ve both been down this road before and it…
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She stares at her hands as if they were not her own but someone else’s, and begins squeezing them together tightly. A squishy sound loudly escapes from between the palms as the sweat seeps freely from her over saturated pores and pools between her small thin hands. “You don’t need to be nervous,” his voice…
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“Why must we be the ones to stay dead, aren’t you already dead as well?” Victoria hisses from behind him as she leaps upon his back and wraps her arms and legs around him. “What if we’re all, already dead lover. What would be your battle cry then?” “Don’t twist my words, we can’t all…
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“Why would he interfere, he’s the one who contacted me in the first place,” Sophie says as she gets wearily to her feet. “These things that’re happening can’t be anything more than doctors manipulation, maybe he’s watching on the outside, playing with us like we’re his FUCKING own personal toys!” Jarvier hisses through clenched teeth…
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“So correct me if I’m not following you correctly, but Jarvier, the hero from the original story is now working for the thing he tried and died several times trying to stop in the first story, right?” “That’s how it seems to be going,” he replies coldly. “But why?” “What do you mean by why?”…
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“Can you understand me?” Jarvier says as he grabs a handful of Sophie’s hair and pulls it back. “J-Jar?” She says softly as a wicked smile grows across her face. Jarvier let’s go and takes a step back in shock. “What, you don’t want to be my valentine anymore?” Marilyn says as she slowly shuffles…
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“What the FUCK do you mean you don’t know? I knew it was a bad idea letting you drive after what happened at the patrol station. FUCK!” Glenn yells as he thrusts himself back in his seat and looks over Sophie in disbelief. “I, I just don’t know. One minute I was. Wait, why do…
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She slowly takes Javier’s hand and he pulls Sophie to her feet. ”S-S-So all this is a dream?” She asks. ”Sure, if it’ll make you play along,” Jarvier replies as he quickly drags her down through her apartment and out into the hallway. “If it’ll make me play along? I don’t want to play along…
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The darkness wraps around her naked body like a blanket of blades, tearing into everything she is until she no longer hears her own cries. It’s at that point that it releases her and she sits up in her bed, sweat pouring from her flesh like an overflowing bath tub. The door to her bedroom…
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Gunfire rips through the air and Glenn’s twisted lifeless corpse crashes to the ground in a bloody heap. Sophie screams louder as Jarvier moves swiftly from out of the shadows, his revolver still at the ready. “WHO ARE YOU!” She screams as she shields herself with her hands in hope of protecting herself against further…
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“Why can’t you just tell me what you want instead of taunting me with these impossible riddles you amuse yourself with!” Javier says as he launches himself to his feet and defiantly stares the beast down. “What the HELL do you mean by me being Rudolph?” It sniggers deeply as its already malformed face twists…
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“I AM NOT YOUR TOY!” Javier screams as he shoves the revolver to his head, but this time there is no explosion. This time there is no pain. This time, there is only darkness and the beast. “Why do you continue to fight me brother?” It births into this world like scratching on a blackboard.…
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“How many more times?” He softly hisses through clenched teeth as he stares at her soulless empty eyes, but she gives no reply. He leaps to his feet and flicks the cigarette to the ground as he unloads several shots into Sam’s skull as she leaps from the darkness, then effortlessly twists around and sends…