An Unusual Visitor {Brendan}

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan was so worn from his effort, so tired from his strain, that he collapsed on the floor, his body just lying there limply.

"Table.." He whispered with what little energy he had before he lost conciousness for a moment. He tried to stay awake, tried to stay in the real world and not drift into the fake one where everything was perfect.. Where Diane wasnt in so much pain. He wished he could take all of her pain, willing to do whatever it takes to stay hers, even if it meant being hurt over and over again until he found a way to make her pain go away.

He could do nothing but lay there and wait, for Diane to become Diane again or the monster to hurt him again. Either way, he couldnt do anything about anything. Every ounce of his energy was gone, every hope lost. If there was a light at the end of the tunnel -a silver lining on this cloud- he couldnt see it.

And as much as he wanted to die because Diane didnt want him anymore, he was determined to live just to help her. If that was the last thing he did, he would be content that hed helped the girl he was so madly in love with.

[Diane McLain]

She suddenly stood, no effort in her walking over to the table, taking the glass of water and downing the entire thing, almost drowning in the water. She put the empty glass down carefully, half of her lipstick left on the rim of the glass, a cruel grin on her face as she walked over to Brendan, lying helplessly on the floor.

She used her foot to turn him over, forcing him to look up to her looking over her, as she crouched down beside him. "You really are miserable little faggot, aren't you?" came the metallic voice back again, smiling down at him, though now it was different somehow.

She lifted him with unnatural ease, putting him back onto the bed exactly as she had left him, running a hand through his hair. He was powerless if she so chose to do anything again, but she smiled, "You're lucky I'm not into Necrophilia. Otherwise you would be mine right now. Your precious Diane would have loved to see that, would she?" she hissed, before grabbing onto his hair tightly, pulling it back.

"So listen, you fucking gaylord cripple. I am going out of that door, and you are not going to find me again. You and your queen bitch Diane aren't going to cross paths until I've finished my games. That clear, faggot?" she hissed. Although she didn't say anything to suggest it, or even had any inflection in her voice, the spirit was afraid. She felt how Diane had fought to protect her love, and how long she had kept against her, and the demon refused to let that happen again.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan gritted his teeth, spitting in her face.

"Bite me." He growled, not willing to give up even though he knew he could do nothing if she so chose to hurt him. "Youre never going to finish your games. Youre never going to let my Diane go. Im not stupid, you whore. Do what you want to me. If you think it bothers me, it doesnt. Youre not the Diane I love. And you never will be. Your days are numbered, bitch. Count 'em."

He wheezed, that whole statement using all the energy he had and then some. His lungs felt like they were on fire.

He didnt care to what limits he had to go to. He wanted Diane back. And he would kill himself if it brought her back.

[Diane McLain]

She smiled, hardly believing her luck. "My pleasure..." she said as she lifted up his hand, knowing he didn't have the energy to pull away, as she pressed her teeth into his palm. She smiled, knowing that she was only teasing, as Diane knew as well which was the only reason she even allowed it.

She pulled it back, it had been so light it hadn't even left any marks on his hand, but she just couldn't resist the irony and the chance to flaunt that she was in fact the one in control.

"I'm leaving now..." she said, dropping the hand carelessly and stepping back away from the bed, curling her fingers into a wave, "Chase me if you can," she teased, walking out of the door with confidence, warning doctors and nurses to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

Diane followed her master's lead, unable to fight back, barely able to hear her own thoughts. All she knew was that Brendan had to be safe, and he could never be safe around this new woman. He didn't have enough function left to work out that that logic didn't add up.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan fell asleep soon after Diane had left. His dreams had turned to nightmares, his heart shattered into a million unrepairable pieces. Something told him that monster would be back, wouldnt rest until he was dead and Diane was its possession.

He woke in the middle of the night, his CD still playing in the sterio. He began scratching at his wrists, making deep scratches. He continued to scratch until he had worried the skin away and was down to pure muscle. He cringed, looking at the blood on his once white sheets. He sighed, raising his wrists to his face and shaking his head. He put them back down and fell asleep again, his attempts at making the pain go away having failed.

What do you plan on doing, little brother?

I-I dont know...

You know shes just going to leave you once shes freed. And if that demon tries to take over this body, Im going to have some problems. Theres only room enough for one spirit in this wrecked body of yours and thats me.

Yeah.. I know.

No you dont.

I know shes going to leave me, alright! Now quit rubbing salt in it.

Never, my dear brother. Never..

Brendan screamed out, his voice cracking and dry. A nurse ran in and tried to wake him, but he wasnt getting up. He thrashed, clawing at his wrists, at the wounds he had made.

"Brendan. Wake up! Wake up!" Cried the nurse, shaking him violently.