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Post subject:  Posted: January 28th, 2007, 3:04 am |
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His eyes clenched shut as wet tears started to sting his head.
"Stop! Stop!" he started to scream out as he felt the layers of skin start to fade away. Mort tried to tug his body away from the straps, but they held him far too tight to let him escape.
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Post subject: Posted: January 29th, 2007, 3:33 am |
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"All right, Mr. Rainey...I'll stop," David said as he nodded to the two officers. They pulled away their lighters as did he.
Taking a few steps back away from Mort, David examined his fresh burns, "Not so bad. Could have been better." Shrugging his shoulders, he asked, "What do you think, Mr. Rainey?"
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Post subject: Posted: January 31st, 2007, 3:22 am |
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Mort lowered his head down to examine his chest. He had received just well under what could have become third degree burns.
He winced looking at them and clenched his jaw. The heat was still slowly burning away layers of the skin, and would continue to do so for there was no way these men were going to allow him to run the wounds under cool water.
"You son of a..." he stopped and remained silent.
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Post subject: Posted: January 31st, 2007, 3:44 am |
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David's ears perked up, "What was that? Son of a.... what? Come on, Mr. Rainey, tell me." He walked up to Mort and slapped him hard across the face, "Huh? Come on!" He slapped him again, "Son of a what? WHAT?" he began to say in a shout with three more hard slaps following one after another.
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Post subject: Posted: January 31st, 2007, 3:50 am |
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Mort's face hit the side of the wall after the last hard slap. He wanted this all to end, he wanted it all to end...
Tell him for us Mister Rainey.
No.
No? Don't ya tell me no Mister Rainey. You know I hate those protests of yours. And today I'll end it for ya if ya don't straighten yer lil' suit out.
"Get him out of my head..." The desperate eyes behind the black frames looked into David's face for help.
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Post subject: Posted: February 1st, 2007, 2:07 am |
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David knew that Mort was beginning to lose himself. The torture was paying off and he was pleased.
"Untie him," David ordered the officers.
The officers did as David wished and then pulled Mort to a chair with leather straps attached to it. And there........yes there, standing next to the chair was Mr. Shooter.
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Post subject: Posted: February 1st, 2007, 2:40 am |
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Mort saw Shooter. Standing like a loom of darkness. Cold and cruel he looked and with eyes that held no life, only the life of killing off innocent victims, one by one without mercy.
Mort's mouth fell agape and he started to struggle with all the might he had left, "No! No! Leave me alone! Stop!"
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Post subject: Posted: February 1st, 2007, 2:58 am |
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Shooter shook his head sadly, "I can't stop anythin', Mr. Rainey until you open up your mouth and tell them about us. Then maybe I can be of use."
Mort was roughly strapped down into the chair. However, his hands were placed onto a small metal table with metal bonds. Cuffing his hands into them, with his palms facing upward, one of the officers struck Mort across the head with his baton, "SHUT UP!"
"That's enough Officer Don. Let him scream for mercy," he said as he pulled Mort's damp knotted hair backward, arching his neck violently.
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Post subject: Posted: February 2nd, 2007, 2:42 am |
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Mort's eyes clamped shut. He tried to fade this all away. David, the Officers, this facility, the pain and the most of all John Shooter.
"Just let me go!" he barely managed to shout from his arched throat.
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Post subject: Posted: February 2nd, 2007, 3:02 am |
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The officers and David laughed outloud. Their mocking voices echoed throughout the white room like a terrible nightmare.
John Shooter simply looked down at the ground and shook his head. "All ya got ta do is tell 'em about us."
David loudly dropped down a huge gallon of gasoline on the metal table in front of Mort. "Now for the fun to begin!"
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Post subject: Posted: February 2nd, 2007, 3:10 am |
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Mort's eyes snapped open. His head looked down to meet with the old dirty gallon of gasoline.
His gut twisted and he felt his pulse quicken in his head. "No...no. Please. You don't want to do this."
I can't Mister Shooter.
He's not there.
He's all in your head.
You're one of those people Mort.
Crazy.
You belong here.
You won't hurt anyone else.
They'll just hurt you.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Mort scream in persistance.
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Post subject: Posted: February 2nd, 2007, 6:05 pm |
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"You can shout and scream all you want, but you'll never get out of this one, Mr. Rainey," David said as he twisted off the top to the gasoline jug. Fanning the air, he said, "Wooooooooooo this stuff is strong!" The fumes hit his nose hard.
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"Do ya really think they'll listen ta ya, Mr. Rainey? You sound like a babbling annoyin' school teacher in their ear."
He pulled his hat lower over his brow and whispered, "Just tell 'em about us."
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Post subject: Posted: February 3rd, 2007, 3:43 am |
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Mort looked away from the gasoline and up towards Shooter's towering figure. "Us? I didn't kill them you hick! You did!" he hollared in John's grey face of death.
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Post subject: Posted: February 4th, 2007, 1:30 am |
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The officers looked to David uncertainly, but David just shook his head and basically told them to ignore Mort.
Taking the gasoline jug in his hands, he began to pour it over Mort's hands, "Is it nice and cool, Mr. Rainey? Because in a few seconds, it won't be."
John Shooter backed away from Mort and lit his cigarette, "All right, if that's the way you're gunna have it." He blew out the match and then said, "You're only gunna make it worse for yerself."
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Post subject: Posted: February 4th, 2007, 1:33 am |
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"Don't give me that sh-" he cursed then continued, "Mister Shooter you killed them! Ted and Amy! AMY! YOU KILLED MY AMY!"
Mort's eyes started to sting as he painfully fought back the tears. His throat burned as he continued to scream at John.
David, and the officers were only a blur to him now.
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Post subject: Posted: February 4th, 2007, 6:12 pm |
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David pulled out a match from his pocket and scraped it up against the white wall next to Mort. A bright flicker and sound of crackling happened and then slowly the deputy began to inch the match toward Mort's dripping wet gasoline filled hands.
"Me? Are you accusing me?" Shooter asked while pointing to his chest. "I did them things so you wouldn't have to. But you must remember, you made me up....told me everythin' you wanted me to do." He leaned against the wall and waited for Mort's response. "What the real reason I come for?"
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