"It has been six weeks now, six weeks since I left home, my family, my little girl, amy, my wife, rose. six weeks since I walked into that hotel and baught that room, room 66, on the 6th floor. six weeks since all those people stared at me from behind that jury pole and declared with a uninamous 6 out of 6 decision, I was guilty, I had plead insanity and they agreed to it. six long weeks."Tomas said quivering in the corner of his room. "this place was supposed to help me, suppose to get rid of my demons."
"and yet, I am still here, still in your head, why is that? is this place not working for you? are you really crazy? what if I am not your subconcience, what if i am a ghost?" John said
"no, GO AWAY!"
"what if I am someone who killed innocent lifes in my life, and when i died I decided I wasn't finished. what if I still need you tomas, still need you TO COMPLETE MY KILLING!"john yelled psychotically.
"GO AWAY, YOU'RE NOT REAL! YOU'RE NOT REAL!"
suddenly two large nurses bust into the room "Put him to sleep, screaming is not allowed mr.lawson. whoever your talking to isn't real, so there is no point screaming about it." the skinny doctor said behind the nurses. "a nice soft padded cell, that is what you have, nothing you can use to hurt yourself or others. now have a nice rest."
"Tomas, don't listen to the doctor tomas, you do have a weapon. you have me, and that is all you need. nighty niiiiigggghhhhhtttttt!" john said as tomas closed his eyes.
Tomas awoke several hours later in a quite room. it was dark, but there was one light, the light from the hallway. "the doors open? but they don't leave the door open in this place. it's a mental institution." Tomas said to himself. He slumped to the door and slowly looked outside. "Oh my god!" was all he could say. a blood trail led straight from his room to a corner and disappeared behind it. no, it wasn't leading from his room, it was leading to it.
he stumbled out of pain from a wound he didn't remember receiving. walked across the hallway to the corner and turn to see six bodies laying in a pool of blood. suddenly his head erupted with the sound of laughter, that familiar laughter he heard every time john forced him to see horrible things in his own dreams. "no, NO NO WHY YOU DID THIS DIDN'T YOU!" he screamed, then he was suddenly surrounded by a squad of soldiers. "don't move dirt bag!" one of them yelled. "what should we do?" another asked a man standing away looking at the bodies. "shoot him, this sick bastard won't go to jail, a doctor will declare him insane and he will just wind up back here. just kill him, we can say he put up a fight." the captain said then he walked to the elevator and went in. when the doors shut John spoke to Tomas. "use me tomas, let me free."
"no, you'll just kill them!" he screamed.
"shut up." on of the soldiers said. "alright who wants the honor of putting this trash out?"
"if I don't kill them they will kill you. then you will never see them again." john said flashing images of amy and rose in tomas' mind.
"Alright, what do I do?" he said.
"Just let go." john said then tomas did, and he fell to sleep. his body hit the ground but he didn't feel it, he was in the mind, simply watching, john was in control now.
"Hey, get up!" one of the guards said.
"with pleasure" John said then quick as a flash he grabbed the nearest soldiers gun shot jumped behind him and shot all the others while using the first one as a human shield. "that was a disapointment, I thought you would be more difficult to kill." he said almost sad.
"alright now let me take control agian." tomas said
"oh no tommy boy, I'm just getting started, now where did that captain go." John said, an evil grin spreading across tomas's (now johns) face.