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When his past comes back to bite him, one ace lawyer gets the shock of this life, in a plethora of ways.
Be sure to read the other story as well. :)
A dark figure watches the people continuing with their busy lives. Specifically, she was watching down at the offices of the Godot Bros. Law Firm from across the street. She waited for the selected pair of lawyers to return. Her plan was already in motion. Her wrath would not be quenched until that little weasel paid for what he had done.
“Great job in court today,” Franklin McCoy complimented his ferret associate as they returned to their office, “Another guilty verdict as usual.”
“Thank you very much,” Dylan Banks mockingly bowed back to the lion before dropping off his suitcase into his empty chair. He paused to look at the framed photograph that was standing on his desk. Sweet Carolyn, the love of his life, smiled gracefully when that picture was taken. It was truly sad to see such a beauty go the way she did.
“Dylan,” Franklin put a hand to his partner’s shoulder. He didn’t even have to say it. Dylan sighed as he knew that his friend was right. Dylan knew the script all too well. This tragedy was, but one part of the long the story of his life. Guy meets girl. Girl goes crazy over him. There was a big fight. She dies and leaves him alone to pick up the pieces. Her funeral was a week ago, but Dylan didn’t attend. He was too busy anyway.
“Never going to find another one like her,” the ferret smiled to himself.
“Tell you what,” Franklin grabbed his keys, “let’s go drinking tonight. To celebrate your epic return to bachelorhood.”
“I don’t know,” Dylan put the photo back down, “I have the Bastion Case that I need to focus on.”
“Come on,” Franklin laughed, “I know of this great bar just down the street.”
Dylan paused for a minute more to think about it, “It’s too soon.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Franklin knew what he meant, but figured the lawyer could use a laugh.
“Alright,” Dylan finally caved, readjusting his glasses, “Let’s go.”
Dylan groggily awoke on the most uncomfortable bed he could imagine. He arose, trying to rub his headache away. What had he been drinking last night? His fur bristled to the cold wind that seemed to be coming from no where. The thirty year old ferret couldn’t imagine how his air conditioned apartment would be set so low. His hand reached out for his glasses, but his hand fell into empty space.
“Where,” Dylan’s voice echoed back at his ears. No one else was around as far as he could see, which wasn’t very far at first. It was way too dark. As if by magic, the overhead light slowly buzzed to life. The room became more clear as the single bulb’s glow grew. It was still fuzzy without his glasses, but he could still make out that it was not his bedroom.
Dylan was sitting on the bottom bunk of a metal double bed. He was barely shy of banging his head on the bunk above his own. He swung his feet over to the cold stone floor of the room. He looked over to his right only to find darkness. The lightbulb wasn’t bright enough yet. To his left he saw a giant white blur. Dylan couldn’t make out the shape at first. The contrast of the white soon grew enough that the shape was obvious to anyone. It was a…
toilet…
What was a toilet doing here?
This room wasn’t normal. Why would there be a toilet in a bedroom. He didn’t see one of those except with… no… this room… It is a jail cell! The lightbulb was finally bright enough to illuminate the whole room now. Dylan’s head twisted back to the right. The cell’s bars were clear even to Dylan’s poor eyesight. The ferret jumped to his feet and Crashed his way into the bars. He couldn’t see anything past them. He stuck his snout between the bars, to make certain he could be heard.
“Hey! Let me out of here!”
Dylan received no answer besides his own echo. He tried to look for any thing that resembled as the door to the cell. He found one, but it was locked tight. He shook on the bars to get them to budge. They only clanked upon each other to confirm their strength. Dylan tried again to find someone.
“Hello? Is anyone there,” Dylan shook the bars again, “Help!”
Something banged upon the bars, “Quiet you!”
Dylan quickly clammed up. He didn’t see the guard there a moment ago. She seemed to have come out of no where. Not just popped within his vision. Even her blur wasn’t there before. Adding to the mystery, she seemed to be familiar for some reason. He just couldn’t place where from her voice alone. Even the back of her head was nothing but a big black blur.
“Who-”
Her head turned to glare at him with a golden fury. Her eyes were more clear than anything else he’s seen all morning. You’d think that he’d remember someone with eyes like those. To Dylan, the eyes seemed to have been attached the wrong way. They were slitted by a single black bar sideways. Dylan’s lips sealed themselves almost as tightly as his throat had.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” she swung her police baton hard on Dylan’s fingers, “Death Row Scum!”
“Ow,” Dylan rubbed on his fingers, “…wait! Death Row? You can’t be seri-”
A second baton smashed the bars, “The lady told you to not let her ask you again. Scum.”
Dylan didn’t see where that other guard had come from, but that wasn’t what frightened him. What frightened him was that she was a carbon copy of the first guard. Right down to her voice and those golden eyes. Now he knew where he’d seen eyes like those. Goat eyes. The guards were black goats.
One mystery solved, but a thousand others still remained, starting with why was he on death row? Sure he wasn’t Mr. Perfect, but Dylan made certain that his record was clean. He didn’t have so much as a parking ticket. Even more so, how did he get here? When did he get here? Where is here? He dared not ask in fear of having to face those eyes again.
Dylan turned to examine his cage. Not much to say about a bunch of blurs. The striped blur was the bed. The white blur was the toilet. The other white blur with the shiny blur above that was the sink. The big black blurs behind him were the twin guards and those many bars. It was the last place he’d want to look at the moment. Even with the guards not facing in his direction, their very presence. The last wall was nothing, but a grey stone wall. He suddenly wondered why there wasn’t a single window.
“Hello Mr. Banks.”
Dylan cringed at his sir name. The voice had to becoming from those guards. He didn’t want to see her again, so he didn’t turn to them. Still, he felt a third pair of eyes staring at him. This one wasn’t a guard… far from it. Her attire was much brighter than the other two. Even without his glasses, Dylan could tell that the goat had her hair up in a bun. Lucky for Dylan her gaze was blocked by her own pair of glasses. She held up what looked like a brown wooden blur. Dylan figured it was a clipboard the moment she clicked her pen and started talking.
“How are you today, Mr. Banks?”
Is she kidding? I’m on Death Row!
“Something wrong, Mr. Banks?”
‘Yea, you crazy lady! Those guards yell every time I open my-’
“They’re not going to yell at you when you’re answering my questions.”
‘Did she just-’
“So,” the woman readjusted her glasses, “How are you?”
“… fine, I guess,” Dylan looked towards the other women, “except I have no idea what-”
“That’s good,” she said as she wrote something down, “would you like a priest to be present today?”
“What for?”
“Why for you to repent of your sins of course,” the secretary glared at Dylan before she readjusted her glasses, “or was that a ‘no’, Mr. Banks.”
“What I need is my lawyer.”
The room fell silent at first, but the pair of guards snickered at each other. The woman smirked at the prisoner. They were holding back a on letting him in on the joke. It was creepy enough that the women had the same looks, but hearing that laugh…
“Isn’t it a little late to be wanting a lawyer now, Mr. Banks?”
“I have the right to one!”
“Mr. Banks, you’re not on trial here,” the woman tapped her pen on the board, “the law has already deemed you guilty.”
“Then at least tell me what I’m guilty of.”
“You know what you did Scum,” their voices in stereo, the guards glared at him again. Dylan fell back in shock. This finally got a chuckle out of the secretary.
“So that’s a ‘no’ for a priest,” she checked her board again, “and what will you be having for your last meal, Mr Banks?”
“Last meal…,” Dylan crawled back, away from the bars.
“I’d suggest the pineapple chicken and an orange tea,” she turned away from the bars, “as a steak would seem a bit… distasteful.”
Dylan couldn’t believe his ears. That was Carolyn’s favorite meal. That woman suggested his precious Carolyn’s favorite exactly as she would have if she hadn’t…
“Why is this happening to me?”
Her head turned, eyes closed, “you know why.”
Dylan cringed at her smile. He had never seen anything so vile outside of a nightmare. That’s it! This has to be a dream, right? Dylan pinched himself. It hurt… he was awake and this was real.
“Anything else, Mr. Banks?”
Dylan thought for a moment, “my glasses. Can I at least have my glasses?”
“Sorry, Mr. Banks,” the woman made her emotions clear with her stance, “but you wont need them for where you’re going.”
“But I can’t see without them.”
“There isn’t much for you to see with them either, Mr. Banks,” the woman turned to leave, the heals of her shoes echoing as she took a few steps.
“Wait,” the ferret fell to all fours as he scuttled over to the bars again (down low and hopefully out of the guard’s range this time), “Did you know Carolyn? Were you a friend of hers?”
The goat’s steps stopped echoing. Dylan couldn’t quite see it, but he was certain that she turned to look back at him, “Dinner will be ready shortly, Mr. Banks.”
That was the closest thing to a ‘yes’ that Dylan would get from the old goat. After that the former lawyer didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he was. He could barely see two feet in front of his face. And who knew if he was even here.
“That’s it!”
“Quiet scum,” the pair of guards shouted. Dylan did so. He stayed silent as he waited. All he had to do was wait. That secretary would be back any moment now and then he’d get his last request. He stayed quiet for the longest time waiting for that woman to return with his chicken. He waited for so long that he nearly fell asleep again.
That is until he heard the goat’s heals clicking, The twin guards were joined by two others. The first two signaled for Dylan to move to the back of the cell, which he did without complaint. Dylan wasn’t sure how this was supposed to be done, but this seemed highly unusual. Still, he complied. One of the new guards unlocked his cage to let a second & third moved in to make certain Dylan didn’t try anything funny. The forth followed in to set up a folding table. Then finally, the secretary walked in with a single plate of chicken.
“Dinner is served, Mr. Banks,” she stated as she set up the meal on the table.
“Thank you,” Dylan looked down from where he stood. He didn’t even get a fork or a knife. Everything was precut for him. Did they expect him to take his own life? Still, that question didn’t distract him, “about my last request.”
“No, you can’t have your glasses, Mr. Banks,” secretary smiled smugly.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what do you want?”
“A phone call,” Dylan stated, just waiting to be hit by the guards, “I demand a phone call.”
“It is an odd request.”
“It isn’t a request. I get one phone call when I’m arrested and I didn’t use it yet, now did I?”
Dylan watched as the goats marched out of the cell. The secretary lingered at the exit. Dylan couldn’t tell what was going on behind those golden eyes of hers. That is until she shut them as she sighed to herself, “I’ll see what I can do.”
This was it. This was Dylan’s one chance to get out of here. All he’d have to do is call Frank. He’d know how to get him out of here. And if he didn’t then he’d go to the ends of the earth to make certain that these goat clones paid for this. While he waited, Dylan figured he might as well eat. The ferret felt silly to eat his food as if he were a toddler that didn’t know any better. Still, it was the only option he had.
As Dylan ate the chicken, he couldn’t help but think of Carolyn. She was a sweet little lamb, unlike these Old Goats. Even her fur color was a soft and fluffy white. And her eyes were a sweet baby blue. He missed her. He missed the way she walked and talked. He missed her innocent views of the world. He especially missed watching her as she found his gifts of love.
Suddenly, the room seemed to be spinning. Dylan never felt this way before, even when he thought about Carolyn before. No, this wasn’t an emotion. The room really was spinning.
The food! It must have been drugged.
Dylan didn’t have much longer to think about anything else as he staggered up onto his feet. His legs gave way almost instantly. He could barely lift the front end of his body up to his elbows. A blurry pair of high heels stepped into his vision.
“Great news Mr. Banks. Your request has been approved.”
He looked up from the floor to see the secretary walking back up to him. And just a moment before he fainted, he saw Carolyn…
The next thing that Dylan knew, he was walking. Somehow the guards had forced him back onto his feet and forced him to walk while he was still in his drugged state. As he slowly regained consciousness, Dylan realized that his hands were shackled before him. Dylan still couldn’t quite see without his glasses, but he could feel the heavy chains were also connected to his legs.
There was a guard on either side of him as he marched with his feet dragging on the ground. There was even one guard that jabbed him in the back every time she felt as if he was not marching fast enough. Still, they took it slow. Dylan tried to rub the vision back into his eyes to no avail. The hallway was dark except for the space that was occupied by the four of them.
“…wait,” Dylan staggered, his voice more sluggish than the march, “…my… phone…call… I-”
“We know, scumbag,” the trio of guards said together, but the one on his right continued, “The phone’s in your pocket. You can make your call from the chair.”
Dylan reached into his pocket to find a standard $5 cellphone. It was already on, but the signal was low. He wasn’t even sure if it would reach someone in the other room let alone to where ever Franklin was. He quickly punched in the number to Frank’s cell. He made certain that it was the right number before pressing Call. It rang only twice before the lion picked up.
“Hello?”
“Frank! It’s me,” Dylan tried to stay calm, but the adrenalin was getting to him, “I don’t know where I am, but you have to help me. They’re saying that I’m on-”
“Who is this?”
“Frank, you know exactly who I am,” Dylan choked up a bit.
“No, I don’t,” Franklin held back a growl, “Is this some kind of prank call.”
“No, this is not some practical joke,” Dylan shouted, “It’s me, Dylan Banks.”
“I’m sorry, who?”
“Frank, we’ve worked together for five years.”
“Look, I’m hanging up now.”
“No, don’t,” Dylan screamed into the receiver, “They’re going to kill me!”
“And if they don’t I will sue,” Frank roared as he slammed the phone down, leaving Dylan with a busy tone. The ferret would have stopped entirely, but he didn’t want to be impaled by whatever the guard was prodding with.
“I’m serious! You have to do something,” Dylan continued as he very discretely pressed redial. The phone only rang once before it was answered again, “Don’t hang up on me! You’re my only chance of survival right now.”
“Look, you little creep, if you don’t stop calling me, then I’ll call the cops.”
“DO IT,” Dylan pleaded, the end of the hallway was now in his vision, “I don’t have much time left.”
“Who is it Franky?”
Dylan heard a voice on the other end other than Franklin’s. This one female and oddly familiar. “Just some scumbag on death row trying to plead for his life,” Franklin said, not even bothering to cover the receiver. Dylan was shocked speechless this time. Frank just called him a scumbag. Him! The firm’s ace lawyer. His best friend in the world was treating him like a common pervert.
“Time’s up Scumbag,” the guard to the right stated as the doors opened. The first thing that Dylan saw was the chair itself. It was elevated upon a three step high stage in the center of the room. The sparks were still flowing down the metal wires.
“Frank Please. You know me. You know I didn’t do anythin-”
“Move it, Scumbag,” the guards shoved him the rest of the way into the room. The ferret fell to all fours with the cell still clutched to his hand.
“Oh my god,” Franklin gasped from the other end of the line, “I do know you.”
“Thank god…,” Dylan sighed at first until he looked to his right. Behind a glass window sat a whole herd of those black goats. At the far right hand corner sat a clone of another secretary draping herself on the single solitary lion. Dylan didn’t realize that the golden blur was a lion until it started to wave.
“Yeah, you’re the scumbag we’re watching get his just desserts, right now,” Franklin laughed as his goat friend did the same, “Been long overdue if you ask me.”
“Frank!”
“See ya in Hell, scumbag,” Frank smirked as he hung up again.
This time Dylan didn’t bother pretending that he was still talking to Franklin. He was certain that these demons already knew. They just gave him the cellphone just to humor themselves. He could hear them laughing despite none of them did. The cell clattered to the floor. Dylan didn’t regain his motion until he felt the guards lifting him by his shoulders and started to drag him toward the chair.
After that he was kicking and screaming all the way. Pleading for his life. For someone to save him. Anyone to believe him. He couldn’t fight the women as they shackled his arms and legs into place. Their strength was impossible to fight against. They lowered the helmet upon his head and it fit snugly into place. He tried shaking it off, but it was strapped on tight.
Then came the clicking.
Click. Click. Click.
The secretary was back. Her high healed shoes ascended the stairs. After such a day as this, even she felt like some angel to Dylan right now. Maybe she’d show him some mercy. Dylan clasped his eyes shut when he saw her reaching out to his face. He felt something slip over his cheeks and something heavy rest on his nose.
“See Mr. Banks,” the secretary laughed, “do you now see how it feels to be completely helpless?”
Dylan finally opened his eyes. Standing before him, Dylan could see the secretary clearly now. And he recognized her now.
“You’re…,” Dylan sniffed in some snot he didn’t realize had run out his nose, “you’re Carolyn’s friend.”
“Wrong Mr. Banks,” the woman leaned back and glared at the ferret, “I’m her big sister, Raquel.”
“But she never,” Dylan tried to remember, “There was nothing about any siblings in her files.”
“That’s because our parents disowned me long before she ever came to this country, Scumbag,” the woman stated, but the guards echoed, “Scumbag.”
Dylan looked around the room. Every goat, every single one of them, was a clone of Raquel. They were all watching him with those wicked eyes of theirs. The only eyes that weren’t glaring at him were Franklin’s and he was too busy cuddling up to his ‘girlfriend’ like a lovesick kitten to notice anything else.
“Of course,” Raquel finally spoke up, “You’d know that if you actually got to know her.”
Dylan stayed quiet. He knew where she was going with this. There is a fine line between romantic and creepy, and Dylan crossed it on the first day he met Carolyn. He knew what he was doing was creepy, but not legally wrong. No one could prove anything even if it was. Still, he would play dumb until the end.
“What are you talking about,” Dylan cried less genuine tears this time, “I loved her.”
“You Stalked her,” Raquel resisted slapping Dylan across the muzzle, “and when she tried to get help, you used your influence to scare them away until she had nothing left.”
“So I was a little over ambitious,” Dylan cried out, “there’s nothing wrong with that!”
“You killed her,” Raquel and her clones shouted together. The audience in the booth booed at him. Franklin acted as if this was no more life&death than professional wrestling.
“She got you there, scumbag,” he shouted.
“I didn’t touch her,” Dylan screamed, trying to get loose again, “I swear to God! I didn’t touch her!”
“Maybe… maybe not,” Raquel dug her heal into Dylan’s foot, “frankly, I don’t care if you did. You made it so that the only place she was safe was six feet under in a pine box! I don’t care if she jumped herself or if you pushed her. She died because of you!”
Dylan wished that he could rub the pain away from his feet. No, that’d be a lie. He wished he could get his hands around that woman’s neck. To snuff the life out of her. At least take her out before he’d die here. He couldn’t hide his true emotions from her this time. For some reason he doubted he ever could before.
“So now what are you going to do,” Dylan asked, the last of his cockiness still in his voice, “kill me too? You don’t have the nerve.”
“I’m sorry,” Raquel readjusted her glasses again.
“You wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just to kill me,” Dylan stated, “you’ve had plenty of chances to do it already. If you wanted a confession, you wont get one. Because I did it!”
Dylan blinked. He tried to process what he just said. He honestly meant to say that he didn’t do it, but the truth just blurted out of his mouth. He started to feel dizzy again, but it wasn’t drugs. His mind just felt cloudy all of the sudden. He tried to come up with some kind of lie, but nothing was coming to his mind.
“Why did…,” Dylan tried to think, “I did it… why can’t I…”
“Thank you Mr. Banks,” Raquel stated, “the truth was all I wanted to hear before I wipe you out of this world.”
“But I didn’t touch her,” Dylan shouted.
“Oh, I know Mr. Banks,” Raquel walked her way over to the other wall, “I believe every word you’ve said and thought since you got here. You’re such a good boy, Mr. Banks.”
“I didn’t touch her,” Dylan shouted again, but it made even less of an impact even to him, “… I swear…”
“To tell the truth, the whole truth, so help you, God,” Raquel mocked, her fingers tickling the large switch that hung from the wall before she turned to him again, “Oh, and as a lawyer, do also know that other bit about how the truth will set you free?”
Dylan looked up to Raquel with one last shard of hope.
“Well, now we are free from you,” Raquel slammed the switch down. Dylan could see the sparks as they flowed up the cords surrounding his chair. His fur stood on end as the electricity flowed into the helmet. Honestly, it wasn’t nearly as painful as he’d thought it’d be. It felt more like his brain was being tickled by a swarm of tiny ants. Millions and millions of ants flowing into his brain and taking away all his precious memories with them.
Slowly, Dylan saw his life flash before his eyes for the last time. His most distant memories were the first to go. The first time he opened his eyes as a newborn, gone. His first steps with his parents applauding him, gone. His first tantrum and spanking, gone. The memories started to become clear before they blurred off into the white void.
Dylan’s first day of school passed by and he couldn’t remember how he learned to do any of the things he knew. Those memories were long forgotten at this point. Taken away by the ants. Soon, came some of Dylan’s most precious memories. His first trial, way back in middle school. He lost that case, but he swore he’d found his passion. He swore he’d never loose another case. Wait… what case did he loose before? Dylan couldn’t recall that memory now either.
Years passed away in his mind. He graduated high school, gone. His first dorm room… had he really lived anywhere else before? His parents visiting him telling him how proud they were for things Dylan could no longer recall. Then came the days Dylan began his work as an attorney. At this point, Dylan couldn’t remember being anything else but a overly stressed workaholic. Dylan first met with Franklin for his internship at Godot Bros.
They competed for limited resources before they agreed to work hard together. Dylan couldn’t remember it any other way as the ants filled up his mind.
Then there was one memory left. Carolyn… No, the ants couldn’t take her away. Dylan wouldn’t let them. He’d give them everything else before that happened. Dylan struggled to fight off the ants. Dylan felt as if he was winning. He was winning like he always believed he could. Then came the memories of the people who wanted to take Carolyn away from him. Dylan hated them. He wanted Carolyn all to himself. The ants seemed to feel the same way as they swarmed other places in his mind. Soon even his hatred for the people seemed to be taken away by the ants.
Soon all Dylan could remember was Carolyn. He’d given the ants anything else that didn’t involve her or those she knew. That included any memories of Franklin or his firm where she wasn’t there. The last of Dylan’s conscience suddenly realized something. The ants weren’t after Carolyn at all. Realizing this, Dylan made the decision to let the ants have whatever they wanted from him… er… who was he again… Did he have one of those name thingies. He couldn’t remember one.
The last of the ferret’s mind was finally disappearing. He passed away into the void without ever realizing that the ants had made the very memory of Carolyn the colony's queen. The rest of his mind was left at the fundamentals at best. Even his eyes were entirely unfocused. The ferret’s body laid limp, drooling down his shirt. His pants were also wet, but for a different reason. Over him the horned shadow loomed.
Raquel examined her handy work. She gently slapped the former lawyer’s check to make certain he was still alive. The body responded with inaudible babble and jerking to the other side slightly. Behind the goat, another shadow approached. She didn’t even bother to look at him.
“Think you’ve gone a little too far Honey,” Franklin asked, not really concerned that he’d just lost a colleague.
“Nah,” Raquel stretched her back a bit, reaching over to hug her man’s broad shoulders, “I didn’t break any laws, did I?”
“I suppose holding him against his will, constitutes as kidnapping,” Franklin laughed, his voice echoing off the porcelain walls of the bathroom, “but hypnosis can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do, so I doubt that would hold up in court.”
“That’s my man,” Raquel kissed him on the check, “now let’s get him cleaned up for part two of my plan.”
Franklin smiled for his girlfriend. He remembered when they’d first met. When he was told that Carolyn had a stalker, he’d never imagined it be Dylan. Still, Franklin had to keep his knowledge a secret if he was going to help prove his innocence or expose him for the creep that he was. Sadly, Carolyn had been found dead before they could make any move against him.
Still Raquel had a plan…
She used her skills to slowly hypnotize the ferret to respond to certain conditions. The first of which was to always tell the truth while in her presence. Next, Raquel made it so that he would always speak his inner thought to her, without realizing it. Then Franklin would drug Dylan and drive him to his lake house. Once there, Raquel created the entire world that would be Dylan’s prison. Franklin was actually quite impressed with how his girlfriend transformed Dylan’s mind so much after that.
They used Franklin’s old kids bedroom was his first cell, but the bathroom down the hall was the execution room. The toilet was the electric chair, while the jacuzzi would be the audience box. The two of them hadn’t planned for Dylan to make a phone call. That was something that Franklin though up on the spot and he was quite proud of it too. The next step was to find out the truth about Carolyn’s death. They had gotten it on tape too.
Phase two was Raquel’s small way of bringing her sister back from the grave. Franklin wasn’t sure it would work. Heck, he’d didn’t think hypnosis could be this powerful. Franklin got Dylan… the body into the tub. Next he removed the ferret’s clothing and threw them into a trash bag. He slowly sprayed the body down to get him cleaned up. What was left of the ferret only responded with little jerks and grunting responses. Mentally, he was no different than a baby at the moment.
Franklin then dried off his former colleague and placed an adult diaper on him, so that he wouldn’t make any more unwanted messes. The lion considered dressing him in more than that, to give Dylan at least some dignity left. Raquel didn’t disagree, but they had nothing to spare for the brain dead ferret except one of Carolyn’s old night gowns. It seemed appropriate all things considered.
“An eye for an eye,” Raquel mumbled as they got Dylan snug in a queen sized bed.
“and a tooth for a tooth,” Franklin smiled at Raquel’s blush. She kind of hoped the lion didn’t hear her say that. Franklin moved over to her and lifted up her chin, “and so a life for a life is only fair, right?”
“Oh, so you do understand,” Raquel cheered as she leapt into the lion’s arms, planting her lips on his. They made out for a few more seconds before he responded.
“Well, I don’t understand how this will bring back your sister.”
“It wont really,” Raquel sighed as she set herself back on the ground, “I know that, you know that. But she doesn’t have to.”
“You’d go to the ends of the earth for her.”
“Sweet heart,” Raquel smirked as she set up the Dvd player, “I’d go to Hell and back for my sister.”
“And I’d carry you the whole way,” Franklin laughed as he showed off his muscles.
“Okay,” Raquel’s attention turned to the ferret, “now can you hear me in there?”
The ferret nodded his head, not a thought in his head except for Carolyn.
“Good. Now there’s one more thing I want you to do. You remember Everything there is about Carolyn. How she walks, how she talks. What she likes and what she doesn’t. Right?”
Again the body nodded.
“Do you know why?”
The ferret’s head paused for a moment as if he could think about it. It shook ‘no’.
“It’s because you are Carolyn,” Raquel whispered, “You just can’t remember everything quite yet. But you want to, don’t you Carolyn?”
“yssss…,” the body slurred spitting up a bit.
“Then watch the television screen. It will be playing our old home movies. They’ll teach you everything you need to know about yourself,” Raquel continued, “Just remember you are Carolyn, Okay Carolyn?”
The body nodded once before it’s eyes came into focus on the screen.
“That’s it good girl,” Raquel finished, slipping on the headphones.
After that, the couple left the room for “Carolyn” to have some peace. The lion waited until the door was shut again for him to ask what had been bugging him about this part of the plan.
“Isn’t she going to be completely confused about his body?”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing a few more sessions wont cure,” Raquel smiled as she was hugged by her boyfriend from behind, “and if not then we can keep him as our baby.”
“I don’t know,” Franklin started kissing every part of Raquel’s body he could reach, “I was… kind of hoping… on making one… of our own…”
“The fun old fashioned way,” Raquel finished Franklin’s thoughts.
He smiled and hummed a ‘uh-hm’.
She smiled back, “why not?”
And that was only consent the lion needed to scoop her up and carry her to the other bedroom. On impulse, he pounced her onto the bed. He kissed her for a few more minutes before either of them considered maybe putting a sock on the door…
Be sure to read the other story as well. :) Even though it's a loser…
Be sure to read the other story as well. :)
Master's Piece :vs: The Lifer Jolt
(http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11913439):(http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11913482) A dark figure watches the people continuing with their busy lives. Specifically, she was watching down at the offices of the Godot Bros. Law Firm from across the street. She waited for the selected pair of lawyers to return. Her plan was already in motion. Her wrath would not be quenched until that little weasel paid for what he had done.
“Great job in court today,” Franklin McCoy complimented his ferret associate as they returned to their office, “Another guilty verdict as usual.”
“Thank you very much,” Dylan Banks mockingly bowed back to the lion before dropping off his suitcase into his empty chair. He paused to look at the framed photograph that was standing on his desk. Sweet Carolyn, the love of his life, smiled gracefully when that picture was taken. It was truly sad to see such a beauty go the way she did.
“Dylan,” Franklin put a hand to his partner’s shoulder. He didn’t even have to say it. Dylan sighed as he knew that his friend was right. Dylan knew the script all too well. This tragedy was, but one part of the long the story of his life. Guy meets girl. Girl goes crazy over him. There was a big fight. She dies and leaves him alone to pick up the pieces. Her funeral was a week ago, but Dylan didn’t attend. He was too busy anyway.
“Never going to find another one like her,” the ferret smiled to himself.
“Tell you what,” Franklin grabbed his keys, “let’s go drinking tonight. To celebrate your epic return to bachelorhood.”
“I don’t know,” Dylan put the photo back down, “I have the Bastion Case that I need to focus on.”
“Come on,” Franklin laughed, “I know of this great bar just down the street.”
Dylan paused for a minute more to think about it, “It’s too soon.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Franklin knew what he meant, but figured the lawyer could use a laugh.
“Alright,” Dylan finally caved, readjusting his glasses, “Let’s go.”
Dylan groggily awoke on the most uncomfortable bed he could imagine. He arose, trying to rub his headache away. What had he been drinking last night? His fur bristled to the cold wind that seemed to be coming from no where. The thirty year old ferret couldn’t imagine how his air conditioned apartment would be set so low. His hand reached out for his glasses, but his hand fell into empty space.
“Where,” Dylan’s voice echoed back at his ears. No one else was around as far as he could see, which wasn’t very far at first. It was way too dark. As if by magic, the overhead light slowly buzzed to life. The room became more clear as the single bulb’s glow grew. It was still fuzzy without his glasses, but he could still make out that it was not his bedroom.
Dylan was sitting on the bottom bunk of a metal double bed. He was barely shy of banging his head on the bunk above his own. He swung his feet over to the cold stone floor of the room. He looked over to his right only to find darkness. The lightbulb wasn’t bright enough yet. To his left he saw a giant white blur. Dylan couldn’t make out the shape at first. The contrast of the white soon grew enough that the shape was obvious to anyone. It was a…
toilet…
What was a toilet doing here?
This room wasn’t normal. Why would there be a toilet in a bedroom. He didn’t see one of those except with… no… this room… It is a jail cell! The lightbulb was finally bright enough to illuminate the whole room now. Dylan’s head twisted back to the right. The cell’s bars were clear even to Dylan’s poor eyesight. The ferret jumped to his feet and Crashed his way into the bars. He couldn’t see anything past them. He stuck his snout between the bars, to make certain he could be heard.
“Hey! Let me out of here!”
Dylan received no answer besides his own echo. He tried to look for any thing that resembled as the door to the cell. He found one, but it was locked tight. He shook on the bars to get them to budge. They only clanked upon each other to confirm their strength. Dylan tried again to find someone.
“Hello? Is anyone there,” Dylan shook the bars again, “Help!”
Something banged upon the bars, “Quiet you!”
Dylan quickly clammed up. He didn’t see the guard there a moment ago. She seemed to have come out of no where. Not just popped within his vision. Even her blur wasn’t there before. Adding to the mystery, she seemed to be familiar for some reason. He just couldn’t place where from her voice alone. Even the back of her head was nothing but a big black blur.
“Who-”
Her head turned to glare at him with a golden fury. Her eyes were more clear than anything else he’s seen all morning. You’d think that he’d remember someone with eyes like those. To Dylan, the eyes seemed to have been attached the wrong way. They were slitted by a single black bar sideways. Dylan’s lips sealed themselves almost as tightly as his throat had.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” she swung her police baton hard on Dylan’s fingers, “Death Row Scum!”
“Ow,” Dylan rubbed on his fingers, “…wait! Death Row? You can’t be seri-”
A second baton smashed the bars, “The lady told you to not let her ask you again. Scum.”
Dylan didn’t see where that other guard had come from, but that wasn’t what frightened him. What frightened him was that she was a carbon copy of the first guard. Right down to her voice and those golden eyes. Now he knew where he’d seen eyes like those. Goat eyes. The guards were black goats.
One mystery solved, but a thousand others still remained, starting with why was he on death row? Sure he wasn’t Mr. Perfect, but Dylan made certain that his record was clean. He didn’t have so much as a parking ticket. Even more so, how did he get here? When did he get here? Where is here? He dared not ask in fear of having to face those eyes again.
Dylan turned to examine his cage. Not much to say about a bunch of blurs. The striped blur was the bed. The white blur was the toilet. The other white blur with the shiny blur above that was the sink. The big black blurs behind him were the twin guards and those many bars. It was the last place he’d want to look at the moment. Even with the guards not facing in his direction, their very presence. The last wall was nothing, but a grey stone wall. He suddenly wondered why there wasn’t a single window.
“Hello Mr. Banks.”
Dylan cringed at his sir name. The voice had to becoming from those guards. He didn’t want to see her again, so he didn’t turn to them. Still, he felt a third pair of eyes staring at him. This one wasn’t a guard… far from it. Her attire was much brighter than the other two. Even without his glasses, Dylan could tell that the goat had her hair up in a bun. Lucky for Dylan her gaze was blocked by her own pair of glasses. She held up what looked like a brown wooden blur. Dylan figured it was a clipboard the moment she clicked her pen and started talking.
“How are you today, Mr. Banks?”
Is she kidding? I’m on Death Row!
“Something wrong, Mr. Banks?”
‘Yea, you crazy lady! Those guards yell every time I open my-’
“They’re not going to yell at you when you’re answering my questions.”
‘Did she just-’
“So,” the woman readjusted her glasses, “How are you?”
“… fine, I guess,” Dylan looked towards the other women, “except I have no idea what-”
“That’s good,” she said as she wrote something down, “would you like a priest to be present today?”
“What for?”
“Why for you to repent of your sins of course,” the secretary glared at Dylan before she readjusted her glasses, “or was that a ‘no’, Mr. Banks.”
“What I need is my lawyer.”
The room fell silent at first, but the pair of guards snickered at each other. The woman smirked at the prisoner. They were holding back a on letting him in on the joke. It was creepy enough that the women had the same looks, but hearing that laugh…
“Isn’t it a little late to be wanting a lawyer now, Mr. Banks?”
“I have the right to one!”
“Mr. Banks, you’re not on trial here,” the woman tapped her pen on the board, “the law has already deemed you guilty.”
“Then at least tell me what I’m guilty of.”
“You know what you did Scum,” their voices in stereo, the guards glared at him again. Dylan fell back in shock. This finally got a chuckle out of the secretary.
“So that’s a ‘no’ for a priest,” she checked her board again, “and what will you be having for your last meal, Mr Banks?”
“Last meal…,” Dylan crawled back, away from the bars.
“I’d suggest the pineapple chicken and an orange tea,” she turned away from the bars, “as a steak would seem a bit… distasteful.”
Dylan couldn’t believe his ears. That was Carolyn’s favorite meal. That woman suggested his precious Carolyn’s favorite exactly as she would have if she hadn’t…
“Why is this happening to me?”
Her head turned, eyes closed, “you know why.”
Dylan cringed at her smile. He had never seen anything so vile outside of a nightmare. That’s it! This has to be a dream, right? Dylan pinched himself. It hurt… he was awake and this was real.
“Anything else, Mr. Banks?”
Dylan thought for a moment, “my glasses. Can I at least have my glasses?”
“Sorry, Mr. Banks,” the woman made her emotions clear with her stance, “but you wont need them for where you’re going.”
“But I can’t see without them.”
“There isn’t much for you to see with them either, Mr. Banks,” the woman turned to leave, the heals of her shoes echoing as she took a few steps.
“Wait,” the ferret fell to all fours as he scuttled over to the bars again (down low and hopefully out of the guard’s range this time), “Did you know Carolyn? Were you a friend of hers?”
The goat’s steps stopped echoing. Dylan couldn’t quite see it, but he was certain that she turned to look back at him, “Dinner will be ready shortly, Mr. Banks.”
That was the closest thing to a ‘yes’ that Dylan would get from the old goat. After that the former lawyer didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he was. He could barely see two feet in front of his face. And who knew if he was even here.
“That’s it!”
“Quiet scum,” the pair of guards shouted. Dylan did so. He stayed silent as he waited. All he had to do was wait. That secretary would be back any moment now and then he’d get his last request. He stayed quiet for the longest time waiting for that woman to return with his chicken. He waited for so long that he nearly fell asleep again.
That is until he heard the goat’s heals clicking, The twin guards were joined by two others. The first two signaled for Dylan to move to the back of the cell, which he did without complaint. Dylan wasn’t sure how this was supposed to be done, but this seemed highly unusual. Still, he complied. One of the new guards unlocked his cage to let a second & third moved in to make certain Dylan didn’t try anything funny. The forth followed in to set up a folding table. Then finally, the secretary walked in with a single plate of chicken.
“Dinner is served, Mr. Banks,” she stated as she set up the meal on the table.
“Thank you,” Dylan looked down from where he stood. He didn’t even get a fork or a knife. Everything was precut for him. Did they expect him to take his own life? Still, that question didn’t distract him, “about my last request.”
“No, you can’t have your glasses, Mr. Banks,” secretary smiled smugly.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what do you want?”
“A phone call,” Dylan stated, just waiting to be hit by the guards, “I demand a phone call.”
“It is an odd request.”
“It isn’t a request. I get one phone call when I’m arrested and I didn’t use it yet, now did I?”
Dylan watched as the goats marched out of the cell. The secretary lingered at the exit. Dylan couldn’t tell what was going on behind those golden eyes of hers. That is until she shut them as she sighed to herself, “I’ll see what I can do.”
This was it. This was Dylan’s one chance to get out of here. All he’d have to do is call Frank. He’d know how to get him out of here. And if he didn’t then he’d go to the ends of the earth to make certain that these goat clones paid for this. While he waited, Dylan figured he might as well eat. The ferret felt silly to eat his food as if he were a toddler that didn’t know any better. Still, it was the only option he had.
As Dylan ate the chicken, he couldn’t help but think of Carolyn. She was a sweet little lamb, unlike these Old Goats. Even her fur color was a soft and fluffy white. And her eyes were a sweet baby blue. He missed her. He missed the way she walked and talked. He missed her innocent views of the world. He especially missed watching her as she found his gifts of love.
Suddenly, the room seemed to be spinning. Dylan never felt this way before, even when he thought about Carolyn before. No, this wasn’t an emotion. The room really was spinning.
The food! It must have been drugged.
Dylan didn’t have much longer to think about anything else as he staggered up onto his feet. His legs gave way almost instantly. He could barely lift the front end of his body up to his elbows. A blurry pair of high heels stepped into his vision.
“Great news Mr. Banks. Your request has been approved.”
He looked up from the floor to see the secretary walking back up to him. And just a moment before he fainted, he saw Carolyn…
The next thing that Dylan knew, he was walking. Somehow the guards had forced him back onto his feet and forced him to walk while he was still in his drugged state. As he slowly regained consciousness, Dylan realized that his hands were shackled before him. Dylan still couldn’t quite see without his glasses, but he could feel the heavy chains were also connected to his legs.
There was a guard on either side of him as he marched with his feet dragging on the ground. There was even one guard that jabbed him in the back every time she felt as if he was not marching fast enough. Still, they took it slow. Dylan tried to rub the vision back into his eyes to no avail. The hallway was dark except for the space that was occupied by the four of them.
“…wait,” Dylan staggered, his voice more sluggish than the march, “…my… phone…call… I-”
“We know, scumbag,” the trio of guards said together, but the one on his right continued, “The phone’s in your pocket. You can make your call from the chair.”
Dylan reached into his pocket to find a standard $5 cellphone. It was already on, but the signal was low. He wasn’t even sure if it would reach someone in the other room let alone to where ever Franklin was. He quickly punched in the number to Frank’s cell. He made certain that it was the right number before pressing Call. It rang only twice before the lion picked up.
“Hello?”
“Frank! It’s me,” Dylan tried to stay calm, but the adrenalin was getting to him, “I don’t know where I am, but you have to help me. They’re saying that I’m on-”
“Who is this?”
“Frank, you know exactly who I am,” Dylan choked up a bit.
“No, I don’t,” Franklin held back a growl, “Is this some kind of prank call.”
“No, this is not some practical joke,” Dylan shouted, “It’s me, Dylan Banks.”
“I’m sorry, who?”
“Frank, we’ve worked together for five years.”
“Look, I’m hanging up now.”
“No, don’t,” Dylan screamed into the receiver, “They’re going to kill me!”
“And if they don’t I will sue,” Frank roared as he slammed the phone down, leaving Dylan with a busy tone. The ferret would have stopped entirely, but he didn’t want to be impaled by whatever the guard was prodding with.
“I’m serious! You have to do something,” Dylan continued as he very discretely pressed redial. The phone only rang once before it was answered again, “Don’t hang up on me! You’re my only chance of survival right now.”
“Look, you little creep, if you don’t stop calling me, then I’ll call the cops.”
“DO IT,” Dylan pleaded, the end of the hallway was now in his vision, “I don’t have much time left.”
“Who is it Franky?”
Dylan heard a voice on the other end other than Franklin’s. This one female and oddly familiar. “Just some scumbag on death row trying to plead for his life,” Franklin said, not even bothering to cover the receiver. Dylan was shocked speechless this time. Frank just called him a scumbag. Him! The firm’s ace lawyer. His best friend in the world was treating him like a common pervert.
“Time’s up Scumbag,” the guard to the right stated as the doors opened. The first thing that Dylan saw was the chair itself. It was elevated upon a three step high stage in the center of the room. The sparks were still flowing down the metal wires.
“Frank Please. You know me. You know I didn’t do anythin-”
“Move it, Scumbag,” the guards shoved him the rest of the way into the room. The ferret fell to all fours with the cell still clutched to his hand.
“Oh my god,” Franklin gasped from the other end of the line, “I do know you.”
“Thank god…,” Dylan sighed at first until he looked to his right. Behind a glass window sat a whole herd of those black goats. At the far right hand corner sat a clone of another secretary draping herself on the single solitary lion. Dylan didn’t realize that the golden blur was a lion until it started to wave.
“Yeah, you’re the scumbag we’re watching get his just desserts, right now,” Franklin laughed as his goat friend did the same, “Been long overdue if you ask me.”
“Frank!”
“See ya in Hell, scumbag,” Frank smirked as he hung up again.
This time Dylan didn’t bother pretending that he was still talking to Franklin. He was certain that these demons already knew. They just gave him the cellphone just to humor themselves. He could hear them laughing despite none of them did. The cell clattered to the floor. Dylan didn’t regain his motion until he felt the guards lifting him by his shoulders and started to drag him toward the chair.
After that he was kicking and screaming all the way. Pleading for his life. For someone to save him. Anyone to believe him. He couldn’t fight the women as they shackled his arms and legs into place. Their strength was impossible to fight against. They lowered the helmet upon his head and it fit snugly into place. He tried shaking it off, but it was strapped on tight.
Then came the clicking.
Click. Click. Click.
The secretary was back. Her high healed shoes ascended the stairs. After such a day as this, even she felt like some angel to Dylan right now. Maybe she’d show him some mercy. Dylan clasped his eyes shut when he saw her reaching out to his face. He felt something slip over his cheeks and something heavy rest on his nose.
“See Mr. Banks,” the secretary laughed, “do you now see how it feels to be completely helpless?”
Dylan finally opened his eyes. Standing before him, Dylan could see the secretary clearly now. And he recognized her now.
“You’re…,” Dylan sniffed in some snot he didn’t realize had run out his nose, “you’re Carolyn’s friend.”
“Wrong Mr. Banks,” the woman leaned back and glared at the ferret, “I’m her big sister, Raquel.”
“But she never,” Dylan tried to remember, “There was nothing about any siblings in her files.”
“That’s because our parents disowned me long before she ever came to this country, Scumbag,” the woman stated, but the guards echoed, “Scumbag.”
Dylan looked around the room. Every goat, every single one of them, was a clone of Raquel. They were all watching him with those wicked eyes of theirs. The only eyes that weren’t glaring at him were Franklin’s and he was too busy cuddling up to his ‘girlfriend’ like a lovesick kitten to notice anything else.
“Of course,” Raquel finally spoke up, “You’d know that if you actually got to know her.”
Dylan stayed quiet. He knew where she was going with this. There is a fine line between romantic and creepy, and Dylan crossed it on the first day he met Carolyn. He knew what he was doing was creepy, but not legally wrong. No one could prove anything even if it was. Still, he would play dumb until the end.
“What are you talking about,” Dylan cried less genuine tears this time, “I loved her.”
“You Stalked her,” Raquel resisted slapping Dylan across the muzzle, “and when she tried to get help, you used your influence to scare them away until she had nothing left.”
“So I was a little over ambitious,” Dylan cried out, “there’s nothing wrong with that!”
“You killed her,” Raquel and her clones shouted together. The audience in the booth booed at him. Franklin acted as if this was no more life&death than professional wrestling.
“She got you there, scumbag,” he shouted.
“I didn’t touch her,” Dylan screamed, trying to get loose again, “I swear to God! I didn’t touch her!”
“Maybe… maybe not,” Raquel dug her heal into Dylan’s foot, “frankly, I don’t care if you did. You made it so that the only place she was safe was six feet under in a pine box! I don’t care if she jumped herself or if you pushed her. She died because of you!”
Dylan wished that he could rub the pain away from his feet. No, that’d be a lie. He wished he could get his hands around that woman’s neck. To snuff the life out of her. At least take her out before he’d die here. He couldn’t hide his true emotions from her this time. For some reason he doubted he ever could before.
“So now what are you going to do,” Dylan asked, the last of his cockiness still in his voice, “kill me too? You don’t have the nerve.”
“I’m sorry,” Raquel readjusted her glasses again.
“You wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just to kill me,” Dylan stated, “you’ve had plenty of chances to do it already. If you wanted a confession, you wont get one. Because I did it!”
Dylan blinked. He tried to process what he just said. He honestly meant to say that he didn’t do it, but the truth just blurted out of his mouth. He started to feel dizzy again, but it wasn’t drugs. His mind just felt cloudy all of the sudden. He tried to come up with some kind of lie, but nothing was coming to his mind.
“Why did…,” Dylan tried to think, “I did it… why can’t I…”
“Thank you Mr. Banks,” Raquel stated, “the truth was all I wanted to hear before I wipe you out of this world.”
“But I didn’t touch her,” Dylan shouted.
“Oh, I know Mr. Banks,” Raquel walked her way over to the other wall, “I believe every word you’ve said and thought since you got here. You’re such a good boy, Mr. Banks.”
“I didn’t touch her,” Dylan shouted again, but it made even less of an impact even to him, “… I swear…”
“To tell the truth, the whole truth, so help you, God,” Raquel mocked, her fingers tickling the large switch that hung from the wall before she turned to him again, “Oh, and as a lawyer, do also know that other bit about how the truth will set you free?”
Dylan looked up to Raquel with one last shard of hope.
“Well, now we are free from you,” Raquel slammed the switch down. Dylan could see the sparks as they flowed up the cords surrounding his chair. His fur stood on end as the electricity flowed into the helmet. Honestly, it wasn’t nearly as painful as he’d thought it’d be. It felt more like his brain was being tickled by a swarm of tiny ants. Millions and millions of ants flowing into his brain and taking away all his precious memories with them.
Slowly, Dylan saw his life flash before his eyes for the last time. His most distant memories were the first to go. The first time he opened his eyes as a newborn, gone. His first steps with his parents applauding him, gone. His first tantrum and spanking, gone. The memories started to become clear before they blurred off into the white void.
Dylan’s first day of school passed by and he couldn’t remember how he learned to do any of the things he knew. Those memories were long forgotten at this point. Taken away by the ants. Soon, came some of Dylan’s most precious memories. His first trial, way back in middle school. He lost that case, but he swore he’d found his passion. He swore he’d never loose another case. Wait… what case did he loose before? Dylan couldn’t recall that memory now either.
Years passed away in his mind. He graduated high school, gone. His first dorm room… had he really lived anywhere else before? His parents visiting him telling him how proud they were for things Dylan could no longer recall. Then came the days Dylan began his work as an attorney. At this point, Dylan couldn’t remember being anything else but a overly stressed workaholic. Dylan first met with Franklin for his internship at Godot Bros.
They competed for limited resources before they agreed to work hard together. Dylan couldn’t remember it any other way as the ants filled up his mind.
Then there was one memory left. Carolyn… No, the ants couldn’t take her away. Dylan wouldn’t let them. He’d give them everything else before that happened. Dylan struggled to fight off the ants. Dylan felt as if he was winning. He was winning like he always believed he could. Then came the memories of the people who wanted to take Carolyn away from him. Dylan hated them. He wanted Carolyn all to himself. The ants seemed to feel the same way as they swarmed other places in his mind. Soon even his hatred for the people seemed to be taken away by the ants.
Soon all Dylan could remember was Carolyn. He’d given the ants anything else that didn’t involve her or those she knew. That included any memories of Franklin or his firm where she wasn’t there. The last of Dylan’s conscience suddenly realized something. The ants weren’t after Carolyn at all. Realizing this, Dylan made the decision to let the ants have whatever they wanted from him… er… who was he again… Did he have one of those name thingies. He couldn’t remember one.
The last of the ferret’s mind was finally disappearing. He passed away into the void without ever realizing that the ants had made the very memory of Carolyn the colony's queen. The rest of his mind was left at the fundamentals at best. Even his eyes were entirely unfocused. The ferret’s body laid limp, drooling down his shirt. His pants were also wet, but for a different reason. Over him the horned shadow loomed.
Raquel examined her handy work. She gently slapped the former lawyer’s check to make certain he was still alive. The body responded with inaudible babble and jerking to the other side slightly. Behind the goat, another shadow approached. She didn’t even bother to look at him.
“Think you’ve gone a little too far Honey,” Franklin asked, not really concerned that he’d just lost a colleague.
“Nah,” Raquel stretched her back a bit, reaching over to hug her man’s broad shoulders, “I didn’t break any laws, did I?”
“I suppose holding him against his will, constitutes as kidnapping,” Franklin laughed, his voice echoing off the porcelain walls of the bathroom, “but hypnosis can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do, so I doubt that would hold up in court.”
“That’s my man,” Raquel kissed him on the check, “now let’s get him cleaned up for part two of my plan.”
Franklin smiled for his girlfriend. He remembered when they’d first met. When he was told that Carolyn had a stalker, he’d never imagined it be Dylan. Still, Franklin had to keep his knowledge a secret if he was going to help prove his innocence or expose him for the creep that he was. Sadly, Carolyn had been found dead before they could make any move against him.
Still Raquel had a plan…
She used her skills to slowly hypnotize the ferret to respond to certain conditions. The first of which was to always tell the truth while in her presence. Next, Raquel made it so that he would always speak his inner thought to her, without realizing it. Then Franklin would drug Dylan and drive him to his lake house. Once there, Raquel created the entire world that would be Dylan’s prison. Franklin was actually quite impressed with how his girlfriend transformed Dylan’s mind so much after that.
They used Franklin’s old kids bedroom was his first cell, but the bathroom down the hall was the execution room. The toilet was the electric chair, while the jacuzzi would be the audience box. The two of them hadn’t planned for Dylan to make a phone call. That was something that Franklin though up on the spot and he was quite proud of it too. The next step was to find out the truth about Carolyn’s death. They had gotten it on tape too.
Phase two was Raquel’s small way of bringing her sister back from the grave. Franklin wasn’t sure it would work. Heck, he’d didn’t think hypnosis could be this powerful. Franklin got Dylan… the body into the tub. Next he removed the ferret’s clothing and threw them into a trash bag. He slowly sprayed the body down to get him cleaned up. What was left of the ferret only responded with little jerks and grunting responses. Mentally, he was no different than a baby at the moment.
Franklin then dried off his former colleague and placed an adult diaper on him, so that he wouldn’t make any more unwanted messes. The lion considered dressing him in more than that, to give Dylan at least some dignity left. Raquel didn’t disagree, but they had nothing to spare for the brain dead ferret except one of Carolyn’s old night gowns. It seemed appropriate all things considered.
“An eye for an eye,” Raquel mumbled as they got Dylan snug in a queen sized bed.
“and a tooth for a tooth,” Franklin smiled at Raquel’s blush. She kind of hoped the lion didn’t hear her say that. Franklin moved over to her and lifted up her chin, “and so a life for a life is only fair, right?”
“Oh, so you do understand,” Raquel cheered as she leapt into the lion’s arms, planting her lips on his. They made out for a few more seconds before he responded.
“Well, I don’t understand how this will bring back your sister.”
“It wont really,” Raquel sighed as she set herself back on the ground, “I know that, you know that. But she doesn’t have to.”
“You’d go to the ends of the earth for her.”
“Sweet heart,” Raquel smirked as she set up the Dvd player, “I’d go to Hell and back for my sister.”
“And I’d carry you the whole way,” Franklin laughed as he showed off his muscles.
“Okay,” Raquel’s attention turned to the ferret, “now can you hear me in there?”
The ferret nodded his head, not a thought in his head except for Carolyn.
“Good. Now there’s one more thing I want you to do. You remember Everything there is about Carolyn. How she walks, how she talks. What she likes and what she doesn’t. Right?”
Again the body nodded.
“Do you know why?”
The ferret’s head paused for a moment as if he could think about it. It shook ‘no’.
“It’s because you are Carolyn,” Raquel whispered, “You just can’t remember everything quite yet. But you want to, don’t you Carolyn?”
“yssss…,” the body slurred spitting up a bit.
“Then watch the television screen. It will be playing our old home movies. They’ll teach you everything you need to know about yourself,” Raquel continued, “Just remember you are Carolyn, Okay Carolyn?”
The body nodded once before it’s eyes came into focus on the screen.
“That’s it good girl,” Raquel finished, slipping on the headphones.
After that, the couple left the room for “Carolyn” to have some peace. The lion waited until the door was shut again for him to ask what had been bugging him about this part of the plan.
“Isn’t she going to be completely confused about his body?”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing a few more sessions wont cure,” Raquel smiled as she was hugged by her boyfriend from behind, “and if not then we can keep him as our baby.”
“I don’t know,” Franklin started kissing every part of Raquel’s body he could reach, “I was… kind of hoping… on making one… of our own…”
“The fun old fashioned way,” Raquel finished Franklin’s thoughts.
He smiled and hummed a ‘uh-hm’.
She smiled back, “why not?”
And that was only consent the lion needed to scoop her up and carry her to the other bedroom. On impulse, he pounced her onto the bed. He kissed her for a few more minutes before either of them considered maybe putting a sock on the door…
Be sure to read the other story as well. :) Even though it's a loser…
Master's Piece :vs: The Lifer Jolt
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Category Story / Fantasy
Species Mammal (Other)
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I... I dont think, I would like this kind of story. It reminded me of one of the episodes from Black Mirror, where the woman had to experience the same torment everyday for something she wasnt allowed to even remember. The episode was called "White Bear", which is the worst episode in the series.
Well, this is a horror story after all. It's supposed to be creepy and unnerving.
This is different though. Much more similar to what happened to Ciel in the second season of Black Butler, except it only happens once. Maybe some reinforcement and correction sessions, but that's about it. (I believe keywords around here call it "Identity Replacement" or something along those lines.)
There was a similar "punishment" to what you're describing in "White Bear" in the show "Angel" (It occurs over several episodes in the last two seasons), where the victim would be forced to go through the same routine day after day. Everything is perfect and normal with a beautiful wife in the perfect neighborhood, until he's asked to go into the basement where a Hellraiser type scenario plays out and start the whole day over the next day. Victims will tell you that the real torture is the first part, because you're well aware that it's fake.
This is different though. Much more similar to what happened to Ciel in the second season of Black Butler, except it only happens once. Maybe some reinforcement and correction sessions, but that's about it. (I believe keywords around here call it "Identity Replacement" or something along those lines.)
There was a similar "punishment" to what you're describing in "White Bear" in the show "Angel" (It occurs over several episodes in the last two seasons), where the victim would be forced to go through the same routine day after day. Everything is perfect and normal with a beautiful wife in the perfect neighborhood, until he's asked to go into the basement where a Hellraiser type scenario plays out and start the whole day over the next day. Victims will tell you that the real torture is the first part, because you're well aware that it's fake.
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