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Day One
Valentino had Angel locked in a weird room. He had been pissed when Angel asked to get more time off to work on redemption, but hid it well. He had told Angel to come to his conference room, which Angel had thought was odd, because he didn’t know Val had a conference room. He wished he had trusted that feeling. Val didn’t have a conference room, and now Angel was trapped. The walls and floor were padded with white squares that looked like they belonged in an asylum. Fluorescent lights buzzed above him and multiple security cameras tracked his every move. He screamed for Val to let him out to no avail. After what felt like hours, he decided to just go to sleep. As soon as he laid down, however, a high pitched whine filled the room, slicing through his head and making him cover his ears. Valentino’s voice echoed above him. “Nope! You want time off, you are going to be conscious for every second of it.”
Defeated, Angel leaned against the wall. This would be over soon.
Day Two
Angel was tired. Any time he started to doze off, that horrible noise would rouse him. It felt like it had been days, but he had no way of knowing for sure. There was no clock, no sun, and no people.
Day Three
His head hurt. The lights felt like they were boring into his skull, chipping away at his brain. He still hadn’t slept, and he was angry. Why was Valentino doing this? He had just asked a question.
I know how to get out.
A small voice was whispering in his ear, its tone tantalizing and fascinating. Despite his better judgment, he responded. “How?’
Your claws. Put them through your stomach. You can’t die, you’re already dead! He’ll send doctors and you can run.
“I can die! I don’t want to find out what double death is like.”
Only from angelic steel. You’ll be fine.
“No. Shut up.”
He wasn’t going to listen to that thing. He was just going crazy.
Day Four
He hated it here. He had clawed up the panels on the door, but it didn’t help him at all. The door was metal, and there was no was to get out.
Yes there is.
Two voices were speaking this time, tempting him. No. “I thought I told you to shut up.”
You’re in pain. You’re bored. Just leave! It’ll be easy.
“No! Stop!”
Day Four and a Half
He was tired. Everything hurt.
You’re already in pain, it won’t even add any pain at this point. Do it!
The voices were cheering him on now. “Are you sure?” They sounded like they knew what they were doing. They wanted to help him, and his resolve was crumbling.
Of course! We’re here to help. It’ll only take a few seconds.
“Fine.”
And with that, all four of his hands were at his abdomen, clawing and scratching. Blood flowed and he felt the tissues of his organs. The voices were wrong. This did hurt.
Keep going! You’re almost there, just through your organs, and you’ll be free.
Maybe they were right. Okay, it was fine. They were right. He sank his claws deeper, feeling the pop of his entrails. Blood stained the white of the walls and floor, and he became dizzy. What? He was supposed to be fine, right? Right? Through the haze in his vision, he saw the door burst open. He saw Valentino hurrying towards him. He saw the horror on his boss’s face. He saw Val kneel down over him. He saw his mouth moving, but couldn’t hear anything. Everything was getting blurrier, and it was black around the edges of his eyes. The black grew and grew, and then he was floating. Endless black surrounded him. Valentino was gone, the voices were gone, everything was gone. He realized in horror that he was gone. His body was missing. He was just an aimless mind in the expanse of the universe. He was dead, for good.