Ambrose XVI

Tate smile was illuminate by the flashlight as he placed it in his teeth and crouched down in front of Abbey. Abbey was happy to see him but wondered why he hadn’t came sooner.

“Why? I thought you said you could no longer protect me.”

Tate’s eyes narrowed as he shoved Billy’s body off him. Abbey shuddered as the drafty air dried the blood that stained his back, when he rose with Tate as Tate removed the flashlight from his mouth.

“Why you ask? Heh, you still don’t get it do you? The man in the static wants you, and therefore I am going to deliver you to him. He’s even promised me my freedom if I helped him.”

“Wynn said that?”

“Wynn so that’s his name, an old name a strong one as well. It seem that three of us are family now. The doc’s experiments on creating a new line of Atracksa has proven successful.”

“Atracksa, Tate what are you talking about?”

“Heh, the reason for all of this!” Tate shouted as he gestured to the Cell Block, “We are just bodies used to create a new line of creatures. You see darling Abbey, Wynn was the first to accept the doctor’s serum, myself the second, you Abbey lucky number three. Two males, and one female.”

“You mean, I’m….not…”

“Human? No, you’re not, not anymore. You are an Atracksa.”

“When did this happen?”

“When the doctor, made you into well a hermaphrodite. Tell me Abbey have you started your period yet, have you began cramping? You are the final piece to Howard’s sick plan. But he’s not even the one who ordered these test. No, someone else is pulling the strings. Who it is I have no idea. But at the moment my only concern is to get you to Wynn. Now lets get going, we’ve kept him waiting to long.”

Abbey was frozen in place, this was unreal how could he be no longer human? He felt normal, well as normal as can be. Now that Tate had mentioned it his abdomen was cramping but the stress of the previous situation could of caused it right? Abbey shuddered as he wrapped his arms around his middle, to think that he was going to have a period.

“Tate, are you serious?” Abbey asked as he followed after Tate.

“Serious about what? You got to be more specific, Abbey.” Tate hissed as he pushed away a hanging wire.

“Am I really going to….”

“Start your period? Ya, it’s just a matter of time the serum chemical compound has already begun to change your hormones well at least that’s what Howard said.”

“Dr. Salem, where was he when the Cell Block was opened? I mean he caused all this bloodshed right?”

Tate jerked to a stop and even in the darkness Abbey could see his fist clenched. “Howard unleashed his failed experiments, it was time to long had they been caged. Howard is not an evil man, he’s gifted, misunderstood. I…see that now, if it wasn’t for I would be normal. But now I am part of something bigger, the next evolution.”

“But I don’t want to be! I had no choice in this!” Abbey screamed.

Tate whipped around eyes burning, “You are the one who chose Wynn! He has whispered things Abbey, things about you! I knew of you before we met in the cafeteria. He would cry out for you almost every night, he sounded so lonely. Six years I listened to his cries, until finally I was given the “gift” only then he began to open up to me. He has given me courage to face all that has happen till now.”

“Gift? You mean the ability to read others minds? Just because you received some serum and got some mutant powers you’re going to follow someone you haven’t met?”

“Wynn is more powerful than you know Abbey. He has become even more than what you remember, or what you don’t remember that is.”

“How do you know about that! My memory lost how could you have known about it?”

“I was fucking with Howard, he likes to journal after sex. Heh, he thinks he fucks to me oblivion but I’m wide awake. He looked so battle worn when he talked about your procedure it would seem your father decision to erase memories of Wynn seemed to be his most heinous act he has ever committed.”

“So why do you care? These Atracksa look no different than humans! What’s so special about them huh? You get some powers?”

Tate body shook, Abbey didn’t know if was from anger or amusement until Tate threw about his head and laughed.

“Oh Abbey, Atracksa are not in any way human. Yes, I may look normal but on the inside…I’m changing. I feel like I’m burning inside with hunger, power, lust. It’s tantalizing to say the least. And now I believe that I’m starting to change physically, look.”

Tate closed his eyes and clenched his jaw he seemed in pain as the plastic in the flashlight creaked in his grip. Moments ticked by as Abbey backed up as he felt something dark sweep from Tate. It was cold unforgiving, much like how Mr. Bali felt the moment he collided into him.

Before his eyes Tate’s physical being began to change, his fingernails grew long and turned black while his skin lost its color. And when Tate opened his eyes Abbey gasped in horror as Tate’syes glowed a crimson hue. Filed teeth gleamed in the low light as Tate prowled forward towards Abbey.

“What do you think? Pretty cool right?”

Abbey squeaked and pressed himself against the wall as Tate’s clawed hand slowly encased his face.

“You see Abbey, you are my charge until Wynn claims you. Now let’s not linger here anymore Wynn wants you now. So come little Abbey.” Tate whispers as he transforms back into his “human” state.

The silence was uncanny as Tate lead the way through the halls. Abbey was in shock, he had no idea just how large the Cell Block was. He couldn’t believe that this place went unnoticed for all these years.

“How do we get to the Basement Ward? I mean we can’t really see you know…”

“Where else? Inside Howard’s office, now be quiet there are still some of Howard’s failed experiment are still wandering around.”

“I thought you said they all went topside!” Abbey squeaked a he raced after Tate.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up!” Tate roared.

Up ahead growled echoed make both Tate and Abbey freeze. What ever it was it was big.

“Tate’s what’s that?” Abbey whimpered as he pressed into Tate.

“Titian…”

Ambrose XV

Abbey whimpered as they descended into the darkness as his fear of reuniting with the cellblocks came sooner than he wanted.  It would seem Dr. Salem’s warning had now come to pass, as “Billy” carried him into the now blacken out hallway. The stench of bloodshed almost made Abbey gag as his new appointed “husband” made his way towards “Billy’s” cell.

“Don’t worry Abbey, we are almost to our room. Heh, its seems like many went topside, at least we will be alone when Charlie fucks you. Ma will be so proud, her boys are going to be men after tonight.”

You will be a man brother, I’ve fucked plenty of bitches.’

Abbey gulped as “Billy” shifted his grip once more when a screech echoed down the hall. The source came from the cell that Tate and Abbey shared sending a chill down his spine. Was Tate still in there? Had he became one of the deforms meal?

“Never like Tate, he got all the doctor’s attention.” Billy growled.

‘ That’s because he bent over every time the doctor got a itch.’

“Tate didn’t have much of a choice, Dr. Salem was raping him.”

‘Men don’t get raped, he asked for it.’

“Charlie’s right, men can’t be raped.”

“Men to can be raped, isn’t that what you two are about to do to me?”

The twins footsteps halted as Abbey glanced up at his captor wondering if he had said to much.  Billy’s eyes darken as sharp fingernails cut into Abbey’s shoulder and thighs.

“We are going to make you our bride, ma and pa said rapist go and burn!”

“You are not giving me a choice!”

‘Silence Abbey, it’s just pre-wedding night nerves. Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re loosen before I take ya. I’ll make you bleed and stain our sheets with our union.’

Abbey squirmed he was not going to let his, their, its, dick near him. He would rather be killed than raped by this monster.

“Don’t be nervous Abbey, Charlie is no virgin he will take good care of you.” Billy whispered as they entered a small room.

The room was a smaller cell, there wasn’t even enough room to place a bed instead a pile of sheets and blankets littered a corner. Abbey looked at “Billy” and was shocked to see him relaxed, this was their territory, their safe-place.

“It’s good to be home. But brother he’s still here…”

Cranking his neck Abbey yelped when he saw a deceased guard sprawled out in the opposite corner. The guard’s neck was broken as dead eyes bore into Abbey.

‘He ain’t going anywhere brother he’s with his maker now.’

Abbey shuddered as they walked pass the dead guard, he knew that his fate was about to be sealed if he didn’t do something quick.  His mind snapped into focus as “Billy” gently laid him on the pile of bedding a proceeded to pin him.

“I’ve never broken in a bitch, ma said I’ll be a man if I bleed one.” Billy whispered as he leaned forward.

Abbey closed his eyes as he felt dry lips kiss his forehead, tears threaten to leak from under clenched eyelids. The twins were so much stronger than he was, but he wasn’t about to become their bride.

‘Billy, that’s not how you kiss a woman. You’re scaring it.’

“I don’t want to scare Abbey…Charlie, can’t you do this than? A woman’s first time should be special.”

‘Don’t worry brother I’ll do it  with pleasure.’

Abbey held his breath as “Charlie” grabbed his jaw and forcefully kissed him. Pain spread through Abbey as his lip was bit causing his mouth to open allowing Charlie’s tongue to slip inside.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Charlie made his way down Abbey’s throat to his chest than stomach. Clammy fingers went under the waistband of Abbey’s boxers, in response Abbey clenched his legs shut.

‘What’s with the sudden shyness?’ Charlie hissed as he tried once more to pull down Abbey’s boxers.

“I…um…I haven’t seen you naked!” Abbey exclaimed, “You both have seen me, shouldn’t I see you?”

“Billy” blinked as the question sank in, minutes seemed to dragged by until “Billy” gave a small nod and stood.

‘ Want a sneak peak of what’s to come. I like that in a woman.’ Charlie snickered as he removed his draw string pants.

Abbey paled when the horror of the situation sank in. Much like the rest of Billy’s body his genitals were rotting. Black ooze dripped from the tip and ran down the length. Seeing Abbey expression “Billy” blushed lightly.

“I know it ain’t pretty but Charlie says it works just fine.”

“N…o…it’s fine…I’ve…never…seen…anything…like” without thinking Abbey kicked as hard as he could at Billy’s groin.

His kick hit its mark as Billy doubled over with a wail of pain. Without hesitation Abbey  dashed out of the cell, behind him the twins roar chased him down the hall.

He slid into the wall as he banked around the corner. Panting he didn’t dared to look over his shoulder for the sound of fast approaching footsteps echoed in the darken hallway.

‘Bitch! You’re fucking dead!’

Abbey’s eyes strained as his eyes tried to adjust to the dark when something crashed ahead. He let out a yelp as he covered his face as an unknown item collided with him. Abbey hit the floor hard as his breath whooshed out of him, behind him Billy growled.

Abbey whimpered and began to crawl away only to have “Billy” step on his back.

“Got ya”

“No, I have you!” a male voice roared

Abbey wailed as the sound of a gun went off above him he heard Billy groan.
Shock flooded Abbey’s system as Billy fell on top of him dead. Blood warmed his back as footsteps approached.

“Why do you always have to be a thorn in my side Abbey? God you always seem to be getting yourself in awkward situations no?”

“Who are you!” Abbey roared as he tried to roll Billy off him.

“That hurts Abbey, here let me shed some light on this.”

The sound of a flashlight clicking on made Abbey flinch as light illuminated  it’s owner.

“Tate!”

“The one and only. I know you’re trilled to see me but lets get this dead weight off you first. Then we’ll talk”


Ambrose XVI

Ambrose XIV

“Let me go!” Abbey roared.

“Hold your tongue bitch! Bi…”

“How many times to I have to tell ya? Don’t be blabbing to strangers!” 

Abbey’s eyes widen as he realized that the distorted voice from before belonged to his capture.

“Aw, but Charlie…”

“Shut your trap!”

“What if I introduce myself? The…n I wouldn’t be stranger, right?”

“I reckon, what about you Charlie? Mama always said….”

“I know what Mama says!”

“Na-uh you always got in trouble. Almost everyday pa would switch ya”

“Shut up you idoit!”

Abbey couldn’t believe it, two voices one body what the hell was going on? He bit his lip, this man’s grip was tightening around his throat. A sickening feeling formed in the pit of his stomach as he remember the doctor from before was missing an arm. Abbey’s capturer was strong, there was no way he would be able to overpower him. Abbey was going to have to outwit him.

“Brother you got to admit he does have a pretty face.” the man cooed as he stroked  Abbey’s cheek with his other hand.

Clammy finger traced Abbey’s lips, and with a growl he bit the unwanted fingers. His attacker howled chucked Abbey on to the bed. Pain spread through his lower body as he roll to his back just as his attacker pinned him.

“You’re hurting me!” Abbey roared as his writs were restrained.

“Be a man! There are no place here for pansies!”

“That’s just the thing, I’m not a man.” Abbey hissed.

Shock covered this man face as he sat up, “But…how…you…don’t have breast.”

You lie!” the other voice roared

“No, I am not. The doctor made me into both!”

“D…oc…tor…”

“I reckon it was Dr. Salem? That bastard fucked my brother and I up…if what you say is true that make us kin. Brother, let the it up and check it’s story. But I warn ya, you try to run I’ll have my brother break ya legs.”

“Fine, but first what are your names? If you’re going to have me expose myself, a woman, to you a man, shouldn’t I know your name first? I would have thought you mama would have raised gentlemen.”

“Our ma raised us right! I was getting to it…honest.”

“Shut your trap brother! Idiot, ma must have dropped ya. I be Charlie, and this is my twin Billy. Now what your name be?”

“Abbey, my name is Abbey.”

“Billy” snickered, “Abbey? Did your ma and pa want a daughter?”

“Maybe.” Abbey shrugged as he scooted to the wall with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer, “Well now they have both.”

With a sigh he pulled down his boxers to his knees and spread his legs. The twins face once more express shock. Abbey couldn’t help to smile,  as “Billy’s” cheeks turned red as he quickly covered his face.

“Why are you being shy? Aren’t you the one who want to see?”

“Billy is not good with women, heh never has been. But me I like a tight hole.” Charlie hissed as he got closer. “Tell me Abbey has anyone loosen you yet?”

“Of course not!”

“You’re a virgin? Charlie isn’t that ma wanted us to have?”

“Yes, a virgin bride, Billy I believe we have found our bride!”

“Bride?” Abbey squeaked as he quickly pulled his boxers up.

“Yup, brother are you going to fuck it?”

“Of course, that’s how you make a bitch a bride.” Charlie snarled as he pressed Abbey into the wall. 

“Woah, woah wait a minute. Are you not suppose to deflower me in your bed? After all isn’t that what the holy text say?”

“You know of the holy text? Tell me my virgin bride, are you a religionist ‘it'”

Abbey nodded as he turn his head away, fake tears brimming on his eyelashes, “Before I was left here I was a priest, untouched in front of the gods. If I am going to lose my virginity please take me from my dwelling and laid me on your bed.”

“Brother its right, ma always said you have to take a woman to your place to fuck her. It would be consider rape and people who rape are sent to the abyss that’s what pa said.”

Abbey sniffled as way to hide his smile, he had complete control of this conversation. Finally he was going to get out of this cell and hopefully a step closer to rescuing Wynn.

“Please can we go now? Before others try to take me away from my winsome husband.”

“Of course my bride, let us good I want to be screaming my name before the static rages once more.”

The twins grabbed Abbey by his arm and began to drag him down the bloodstained hallway. Abbey whimpered as serval experiments wander the hall many stop and look at him but a growl from his captors made them in their tracks.

“Don’t be afraid, they won’t try anything. Charlie is very strong.”

“Is that so? How about you Billy what can you do?”

“He calms me.”

Abbey gulped as “Charlie” pulled him into his side. The scent of rotting flesh was almost to much as Abbey began to turn green. How cruel was Dr. Salem? To let these people rot and go mad, Abbey hoped that he was eaten when his experiment escaped.

A scream took Abbey away from his thoughts. His own scream echoed as he saw Ollie being raped, while another feasted on her breast.

“Oh god, we have to help her!” Abbey wailed as he lunged to help her only to have the twins scoop him up.

“The bitch going to dieallow her flesh be another’s pleasure. Anyway we’re ready to go home.” 

Abbey gasped as they approached the elevator, the doors were pried open while the cables swung freely. A wrapped ladder was the only thing left and with a grunt the twin’s gripped tighten on Abbey.

“Hold on tight, don’t want to drop you.”

Trembling arms around the twins thick neck as they began the descent into the darkness. Abbey looked up as the flickering light faded, he wondered if he would ever see the light again.


Author’s Note: Happy New Year WordPress! Here is Chapter fourteen, (finally it’s done) sorry for the lateness. Between the holidays and a crappy laptop it was hard to complete. And to top it off, I had Writer’s Block. Enjoy!


Ambrose XV

Ambrose XIII

Hearing Wynn’s voice soothed Abbey, just as the door creaked open. An older doctor entered with Ollie following behind pushing a table with medical supplies arranged upon it. Abbey wrinkled his nose as the smell of varnish was a tad bit to overpowering.

“Sorry, but we were not expecting to remove stitches today just deal with it a little longer.” Ollie said when she saw him glaring. “This is a shock though, tell me how does it feel to be part bitch?”

“Ollie, enough, Mr. Davidson has gone through a lot, your silence is much appreciated.” the doctor hissed as he slipped on gloves, “Now, Mr. Davidson, just lie still and I’ll have these stitches out in no time.” the doctor stated as Ollie handed him the suture scissors and thumb forceps.

Abbey only winced as the doctor made quick work of the stitches, and when he was finished he removed his gloves and left with Ollie. Abbey blinked in confusion, why had they just left him on his own? With a shrug he carefully sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

‘Crap, my hips hurt. Maybe I can walk, I just need to take one step at a time…’ Abbey encouraged himself as he rose from the bed.

Shakily he took his first step, he could feel his muscles tremble as he caught the dresser for support. Smiling he took two more steps to the wall where a thin curtain divided the bathroom from the bedroom. In his short period when he was in here before he guess he didn’t notice the curtain, though when he saw the toilet, sink and the shower he couldn’t help but to smile.

‘Thank the gods, modern facilities…’ he chuckled to himself as he walked into the walk in shower. He stumbled but managed to catch himself against the faucets, the cold metal felt good against his hot skin as once more he straighten himself. With a sigh he turned the faucets and yelped when bone chilling water came cascading down on him from the showerhead.

“Holy shit….well  that took care of half of the problem…” he moaned as he watched himself deflate but when he shifted he realized that the cold water was not working for his newly acquired anatomy. Rocking his hips he sighed as previous sex talks seeped in.

‘Oh, yea…girls just have to deal with it…shit…just great.’

He sighed as he turned his back to the water and gently slid to the floor. He shudder as he spread his legs to explore his new anatomy, he had to confess that he was curious about this addition. So with cautious finger he went along the edges, he was surprised just how sensitive it was, as once more he closed his legs. Hopefully Wynn wouldn’t mind.

“At least I can lose my virginity twice to him.” he paused as he felt the blood rush to his face.

Quickly he covered his face with both hands and shook his head, “God, why did my mind go there? Honestly, I first have to get out of here…”

His embarrassment was quickly replace with a sharp pain that ripped through his head. Gritting his teeth he clenched his eyes shut as colors exploded behind his eyelids.

“I hate you!” a voiced roared.

Abbey’s eyes snapped open to see a younger version of him yelling at a vision of his father. He gasped as he pressed himself against the wall as the vision continued.

“Wynn loves me father, and I love him! How dare you send him away!”

“You are a child therefore you have no idea what love is! As your father I must do what is best for you!”

“No you don’t! Wynn was the only good thing in my life and you took him away! Just because you had to buy mom’s body, doesn’t mean you have to destroy my true love!”

Abbey’s eyes widen as his father eyes narrow in anger as he backhanded the younger version, sending him to the floor.

Your mother was no whore! We loved each other very much, but we wanted different things!” 

“Oh that’s right, you chased her way, it makes so much sense now….it’s always the church first everything else can burn in hell for all you care!” 

After that outburst the vision faded leaving Abbey visibly shaken. He couldn’t believe what he just witness, never in his life had he spoke so cruelly to his father, and never had his father struck him like that. What other memories awaited him?

“Ok so this is going to be part of the norm….great….just great…” Abbey mumbled to himself as he rose to shut off the water.

Wandering around the small bathroom he soon found a towel and began to dry himself off, as he walked back into the bedroom. Smiling he made his way to the dresser to find a pair of boxers which he gladly put on.

“Ah, least I’m not in the breeze anymore.”

Then with a sigh he sat on the edge of the bed and ponder his next move. He had to get out of here, but the door was locked. It would seem unlikely it was going to open up anytime soon. So with a shrug he decided to take a nap after all what else was there to do?

Deep in sleep he couldn’t be bothered by the concept of time. That was until a shrill siren awoke him. Azure eyes snapped open as the room was bathed in red light. To his surprise he heard the door creak open once more, and without hesitation he made his way to the door.

The sirens were even louder in the hallway as the red light made the white walls appear to be stained by blood.

‘Is there a fire? Where are the guards?’ Abbey wondered to himself as he ventured a  little further down the hall.

“God no! Anyone please, help me, help me!” A voice cried that came from around the corner, made Abbey freeze in his place.

Soon after the cries the doctor who removed his stitches came crawling around the corner, struggling to escape something. He was bloody as Abbey realized that one of his arm had been ripped off. He was pale and became even paler when he saw Abbey.  “Hide, boy hide they’ll kill…”

He was unable to finish as he was quickly dragged back down the hall with a scream. A scream, a crunch, and than much to Abbey’s horror blood oozed around the corner. He couldn’t move, what was going on? Shakily he took a step backwards as heavy footsteps approached.

“This doctor’s meat is to tough.” a distorted voice groaned.

“Brother, don’t you smell that?” another voice bellowed.

“Yes, it smells like a woman. A virgin as well, shall we brother mine?”

“I think we shall.”

‘Shit’ Abbey thought as he quickly ran back into his room. Panting he looked around for a place to hide, just as the footsteps reached his room he quickly dragged himself under his bed.

He held his breath as someone entered his room, a pair bloody feet walked around the small space. After a few agonizing minutes the room went silent much to Abbey’s relief, but relief turned to panic as the dresser was thrown across the room.

Abbey yelped as a thick hand grabbed his ankle and yanked him out from under the bed. Abbey cried out as he was hauled off the ground to become face to face with his attacker.

The man was one of Dr. Salem failed experiments! Abbey gasped when he saw that this man’s skin around his eyes were black and rotting as he smiled showing off serrated teeth.

“Hello, there my pretty.”


Ambrose XIV

Ambrose XII

The doctor’s words seemed to linger like an unwelcomed omen causing much distress in the small space. Mr. Bali’s grip seemed to tighten as the elevator jarred, perhaps Dr. Salem’s warning frazzled him just as much as it did Abbey.

Abbey shifted as the directors grip tighten, and he wondered if Mr. Bali had carried him like this the first time they met. The memory of the director’s cold eyes that day made him shudder, to think if he had ran past the director none of this would have happen. But no, he had seen to much…

“There is no need to worry Mr. Davidson, I assure you that no further harm will come to you.”

For some reason Abbey didn’t believe him as a dull ache blossomed once more. He wanted to cry, to shout out about the injustice that the doctor had done to him. Even as he shifted his new orifice caught a draft making him quickly clench his thighs tighter together. How was he going to adjust to this new anatomy? It was unnatural, wrong.

Kally noticed his discomfort and gently stroked his hair, “Don’t worry darling I’ll take good care of you. You’ll see, even with this new addition you can still be you.”

Kally words stung a little as the thoughts of  the future plagued his mind. He would never be the same, for once he was a man, but now what was he? Abbey tried to give a brave smile as the elevator door opened to a familiar pristine white hallway.

The three of them walked in silence until they reached Abbey’s old room. The door creaked open as Mr. Bali entered and laid Abbey on the bed and proceeded to pry apart his legs. Abbey whined and was given a level glare from Mr. Bali silencing him as Mr. Bali continued his examination.

“I have to applaud Howard, he is a genius in his own twisted ways. Your vaginal area is flawless, hidden under the scrotum.” said Mr. Bali as he prodded.

Abbey gasped and tried to close his legs, the director’s touch was unwelcomed. Unwelcomed but at the same time it was pleasurable as he squirmed as Mr. Bali traced the outside. Tears formed as he felt the director explore lightly inside, causing his erection from before to twanged with pain.

“Mr. Bali, please, Abbey has had enough trauma for one day.” Kally noted as she gently grabbed Mr. Bali’s writs, “Besides, I don’t believe Abbey wants to lose his innocence to your fingers. Anyway, shouldn’t we call in a doctor and have the stitches removed?”

Mr. Bali sighed and removed himself from Abbey, “Always keeping me in line, Mrs. McNeil I appreciate that. Forgive me Mr. Davidson, it would seem my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I shall go get the doctor to remove those troublesome stitches.”

Mr. Bali nodded and left without another word. The white room seemed to close in as Abbey bit his lip, he had been aroused before, but this time it was different. It was more intense to say the least, he wanted to end.

Kally must of saw his discomfort for she laid a light hand on his shoulder. Her touch was a welcomed pressure a way to get his mind off the painful ache. He only wished she could do something about his problem, even if it would be embarrassing.

“Now, now hon after the doctor removes your stitches I’ll give you a cold shower, and then a warm pair of boxers. How does that sound sweetheart?”

“Yea, that sounds great…I can’t remember the last time I had a shower….in the cell block if you got too repulsive sometimes the guards came with fire hoses…and hosed you down.”

Kally’s eyes widen in horror as Abbey began to giggle to himself, and didn’t stop.

“So what’s going to happen to me now? Are you going to cut me? Bleed me? Fuck me? Or are you just going to let me waste away here for the rest of my pathetic life? After all I’m a freak now, I actually belong here now! Heh, I bet even my own father wouldn’t want me now….he wasn’t even suppose to have children in the first place…..I am the bastard of the Father….how saintly

“Abbey, sweetie calm down, don’t get yourself so worked up. You’ll tear your stitches! And stop saying such nonsense! Of course your father will love you still.”

“Oh, is that so?” Abbey hissed venomously, “How long have I been in this hellhole?”

Kelly jerked as her eyes became down casted, ” Over a  month, in fact in two days it will be two…”

“Huh, and not once has my father came. Hmm, tell me has he?”

Kally was silent as tears formed in her hazel eyes, “Abbey……”

“Come now, let’s be honest with each other, he’s never going to come back for me. After all, he’s the one who damage my memories, to a degree I believe I need to thank the doctor next time I see him. Sure my head is pounding, but flickers are starting to merge and who knows I may be able to remember the one man who actually loved me.”

He could tell she was stunned as she stood and left the room. Abbey sighed as once more the silence began to creep upon him, he almost wished he heard Wynn’s voice. Just then a sickening thought crossed his mind, what would Wynn think of his condition?

‘He will love me still…right? He has to, he’s all I have now…and once my memories are back we can be a couple…’

Abbey paused, why did his thoughts go there? He hadn’t seen Wynn in ten years, why was he putting everything in the hope of Wynn being the same. The only memory he had uncovered was that he had stop Wynn’s suicide attempt when he was a young teen. Being now twenty-six Abbey had grown into a man who recently began to remember a piece of his past that was taken forcibly from him.

‘What happens if Wynn doesn’t want me after I free him? What happens if he vanishes and I forget him again? What then? What will I do?’

Abbey began to sob as the turbulent swarm of emotions threaten to drown him when a soft gentle voice echoed in his mind.

‘Abbey, I love you. I’m waiting for you, come to me and we will be together once more.’


Ambrose XIII

Ambrose XI

When Abbey came to he didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. All he knew was that everything hurt, his head was pounding to the point that opening his eye was excruciating. Tears seeped from under clenched eyelids, as a single question was burning his mind. What had the doctor done to him?

The silence was a welcomed friend until the sound of a door creaking open sent another wave of pain through his being. His head pounded to rhythm of approaching footsteps, oh how he longed for the silence again. He began to sob quietly, as a cool rough hand stroked his check.

“Hey, none of that darling, come let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

Abbey shook his head lightly, the pain was almost to much to bear now.  He would rather disobey the doctor’s orders and suffer the consequences. In order to keep his eyes shut.

“That wasn’t a suggestion.” Dr. Salem hissed.

Abbey whimpered as he felt the doctor’s hand slide down his torso and abdomen to his groin. There the doctor forcefully seized his penis, his nails digging into the tender flesh there. Abbey’s eyes snapped open tears now flowed freely, as a broken cry escaped his lips.

“There’s those bright eyes, see that wasn’t so hard.”

Abbey couldn’t speak his voice was reduced to a few broken cries. Not to mention his head felt like it was on the verge of exploding, his heartbeat pounded in his ears. It was hard to hear, every other word was lost in the thumbing.

The door once more open with a loud bang much to Abbey’s woe. His body shook uncontrollably as another pair of hands grabbed his face. He blinked as his tears threaten to blind him, as a familiar face came into focus.

“Kally…”

She smiled sadly as she brushed his sweat drenched hair off his forehead, “Oh Abbey, what has he done to you?”

Kally hazel eyes soften as she continued to stroke his face, her gentle touch was a welcoming change. He leaned into her touch praying he would never have to leave it. But that was a fools wish for she was yank back by her arm by the doctor.

“Bitch, how the fuck did you get down here!”

Kally whimpered as the doctor twisted her arm behind her back, in a threat to break it. Abbey felt powerless as Kally struggling ceased, her eyes locked with his.

“Unhand her Howard, you are enough trouble as it is. Don’t make me add an assault charge to your file.” a booming voice warned.

Once more a similar voice, expect this one a chill down Abbey’s spine. It was Mr. Bali.

“Mr. Bail, what are you doing down here?” Dr. Salem asked as he let of Kally and quickly took a step back.

“Mrs. McNeill had informed me that you took possession of Mr. Davidson…”

Mr. Bali paused as he looked over at Abbey his dark eyes narrowing to slits, “My god Howard what have you done to him!”

Abbey flinched at Mr. Bali’s outburst, what was wrong with him? Abbey gulped and look down at himself, and let out a broken scream. His lower abdomen had thick stiches much like a patchwork doll.

Why?

What did the doctor do!

The stiches went past his genitals, which with a shaky hand he tried to explore. But his wrist was seized by Dr. Salem.

“You can’t touch it yet, it needs to heal before you can start playing with it.”

‘Play with it?’ Abbey thought to himself as both Mr. Bail and Kally came to the end of the table.

Kally expression turn horrified as she quickly covered her mouth, while Mr. Bail just glared.

“Tell me why you have turned him to a hermaphrodite.”

Abbey’s eyes widen as looked at the doctor. “What have you done to me!”

“My darling Abbey I have transformed you into the next evolution of human race! Now you can fulfill your propose to 4425, at long last a homosexual relationship can be productive!” Dr. Salem exclaimed as he grasp Abbey’s face. “No longer do we have to hide and love who we wish in shadows, you shall be the crown jewel in my experiment! Rejoice Abbey, for you shall bear this new line!”

“Howard, I expected more from you honestly this zoo you’ve created down here I can ignore. But when take patients that I have not given to you is out of line. Furthermore experiment 4425 is no longer yours Howard, Q&R’s shall be here in a matter of days to collect it.”

‘Q&R? What do they have to do with this!’

Dr. Salem body became rigid his nails dug into Abbey’s face, “Abbey’s father signed him over to me, Abbey is mine! You can’t give 4425 to those arrogant shit holes. They will use him for war, and not evolution. Mr. Bali I refuse to release my project. Especially now his mate is almost ready for his seed. Darling Abbey only needs to bleed, and then 4425 shall claim what is his.”

Mr. Bali approached and placed a hand on Dr. Salem shoulder, “My friend you are losing yourself, releasing 4425 will be the best for your mental health. Now if you please, I’ll be taking Mr. Davidson topside to get him proper treatment. Tell me how long has he been unconscious?”

Dr. Salem closed his eyes, “Over a week, his stitches should be ready to come out, that and his pelvis is finally mending. So he should be able to walk soon.”

“Good, Kally please unhook Mr. Davidson, while I have a private talk with Dr. Salem.” Mr. Bali said as he led Dr. Salem out of the room.

Kally quickly did what she was told an unhooked Abbey from his IV’s.

“How could this have happen? Abbey I’m so sorry, I wish I was able to get to you faster. But don’t worry you’ll have your old room, and I’ll be taking care of you. I wouldn’t let Dr. Salem ever touch you again. I promise honey, things are going to shape up you’ll see.”

“No, no things are never going to shape up!” Abbey sobbed as he covered his face.

Minutes later Mr. Bali returned and gently picked up Abbey and headed to the elevator with Kally. Abbey was excited to be leaving the cell block, away from deformed neighbors, away from  Dr. Salem. His only regret was leaving Tate, but at least one of them was going to inhabit the topside.

“Abbey!” Dr. Salem shouted as the elevator doors began to close, “One-Way or another 4425 will claim you, he has grown inpatient. Trust me his bite is worse than his bark. You can not escape your destiny Abbey!”

 Abbey shuddered as the elevator make its ascent, was that a warning or just a rambling from a deranged doctor? All he knew was that he never wanted to go back to the cellblock, but as the elevator jerked he assumed that his time here was not yet expired.


Ambrose XII

Ambrose X

“No, no, stay away! I’m not going with you! Stay away from me!” Abbey shouted backing up into the fence.

Dr. Salem smile fell only to be replaced by  harsh sneer,” Abbey don’t be difficult, it will be worst for you if you resist.”

“Abbey do what he says, and go peacefully. ” Tate whispered as he laid a hand on Abbey’s shoulder.

“No, I won’t go with him! Tate he’ll hurt me, please don’t let him take me!” Abbey begged as he pressed himself against Tate.

“I’m sorry, I really am but I can take much more. It’s time for you to join the Sanctum.”

“Sanctum, what is that?”

Behind them the doctor laughed,”Sanctum is the level of Riverside we are in, just say there is were my projects come to life.”

“Projects? These are your patients, you’re suppose to be helping them not treating them like this!”

Dr. Salem gave a one shoulder shrug, “No one is going to miss a few deranged patients, after all many were dropped off without even a goodbye from their families. After all  isn’t that what happened to you Abbey hmm? Now come here, and be a good boy.”

Abbey bit his lip and shook his head. He didn’t want to go with the doctor god knows what he would do to him.  Abbey didn’t want to end up looking like his neighbors or worse.  Though doctor made it quite clear that Abbey wouldn’t have a choice in this matter. Behind the doctor two burly guards approached Abbey each bearing a sadistic grins.

Before he had a chance to act the guards harshly grabbed him and dragged him out of the cell. Behind him he heard Tate cry of outrage, but soon that to became quite.

In the hallway Abbey thrashed in the guards  grip as Dr. Salem calmly watched behind.

“Where are you taking me!”

“My workstation, I have finally gathered all I need to make you into the perfect specimen.”

“I’m nothing special, why me?”

“Not special? Darling Abbey that is were you are wrong. You no have idea how long I’ve waited to have a subject like you in my grasp. You are perfect specimen, god I thought subject 4425 would never choose a mate.”

“Who’s subject 4425?”

The doctor laughed sending a chill down Abbey’s spine. It was borderline manic, as the Dr. Salem struggled to get control over himself.

“Heh, he’s the next generation, my personal project. One where you will play the second major part in. For nine year I dedicated myself into creating the next evolution of human race, the perfect  hybrid. And now all my hard work is about to pay off. All I have to do now is give you the proper equipment to receive his seed. And then the breeding program shall begin.”

Abbey blinked in confusion as the guards dragged him into a massive room.  The atmospheric of the room was glumly ,and menacing. Being littered with medical equipment, and patients laying on examination tables didn’t help the atmosphere neither.

Some moaned, shuddered, and begged for mercy when Dr. Salem stoked them as he pasted by. Abbey gulped as he realized that soon he to would end up like these patients soon enough.

This thought became a reality, when he was dragged to the largest table in the center of the room, and was placed on it. The cold metal made him yelp when his bare skin touch it. Just has he tried to get off the guards strapped down his arms, his head, and his horror they put his feet in stirrups.

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, you see, I will see my vision to the end. Even if that means I have to ruin many lives. Be thankful countless others have been mutilated in order to perfect my art.”

“Mutilated?”

“Aye, look around the other patients are my failed attempts in creating a new species. Their moans of pain, should be your cries praise. For I now know the secret that shall change the world.”

Abbey’s face paled as he look around at his fellow patients. Many were bloody and deformed while others he feared had succumbed to this doctor’s madness.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, Abbey I can’t spoil the surprise. But I will reveal part of my plan.” Dr. Salem mocked as he press his pointer finger against Abbey’s forehead. “I’m going to undo the damage that I caused you nine years ago.”

“Nine years ago, we met when I was sixteen? How’s that possible I’ve never met you in my life!”

“Of course you wouldn’t have any memory my therapy is unmatched.”

“Therapy, you mean the one my father mentioned?”

“The very same.” Dr. Salem confirmed as he walked over tray that held different types of needles.  “Your charming father wanted the memories of your forbidden lover erased from your mind. The most disgusting act I’ve done since I’ve taken my oath as a doctor.”

Abbey gulped as the doctor approached him with a large needle in hand.

“You see this serum with eat the memory block that I placed in you nine years ago. Luckily, some of your memory are desperately clawing to escape. It will also knock you unconscious so I can work on your beautiful body.”

“Wait, please you can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can, you see darling your father signed you over to me. Your body, your mind, and even your hypothetical soul belongs to me. Now relax, Dr. Salem is going to take good care of you.” Dr. Salem cooed.

“No! Stay away from me!” Abbey screamed as the doctor injected the serum into the side of his neck.

“Shhh…now it’s time sleep. Sweet dream, and when you awake you shall begin your life anew.”

It felt like fire was coursing through Abbey’s veins, as he strained against his restraints. His head pounded as the corners of his vision darken until his world went black.


Ambrose XI

Ambrose IX

Abbey was dumbfounded, as he watched Wynn’s green eyes sadden. How was his father involved in Wynn’s imprisonment, there had to be a reason.

“Why would my father do that?”

Because I was in love with you.”

Abbey’s eyes widen, it was because of him that Wynn lost his freedom. Which made the lag in his memory even more painful. At one time they were a couple, and now what were they? Two broken fragments of a life once lived?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wish I remembered you. But I don’t, and because of me you’ve been locked away.” he sobbed.

Tears streamed freely as Abbey was overcome with sorrow. This man before him was punished because his sins. And yet Wynn seemed to be wanting to rekindle their relationship.

“Now, now Abbey hush. I’m still love you Abbey, and that will not change.” Wynn whispered as he once more stepped closer. 

“How could you say that! Because me your rotting in this hellhole!” Abbey screamed as he smashed his fist against Wynn’s chest.

Trembling Abbey rested his head against Wynn’s chest. He could hear Wynn’s heartbeat, it was faint and sounded far away. He shuddered when he felt Wynn wrap his arms around him, his embrace felt familiar. 

“You saved my life Abbey, at this very spot in fact. You see if you hadn’t came on that rainy day I would have jumped off this this bridge. And the townspeople would have had to place matching cross, next to my to sister’s.” 

Abbey glanced up through his lashes,” Ariel, she was sister what happen, how did she die?”

Wynn grip threaten to crush Abbey, he wondered if it was wise to have asked such a  question. The silence seemed to last a lifetime, until Wynn’s breath cascaded down Abbey’s back. 

“She died, in car wreck. Heh…I was the driver and we went over the bridge, I managed to escape the wreckage, but she didn’t. It was my fault, I should have went back for her…” 

“But if you would have you would have died to.” Abbey whispered into Wynn’s chest. 

“True, I still would have died if it wasn’t  for a young red haired boy with a purple umbrella.”

Abbey blinked, as the memory that had once been hazy became clearer, “I remember what happen next…I than asked you to come to the church to have a warm meal.”  

“Oh Abbey.” 

Wynn’s hands clasped Abbey’s cheeks, and gently he kissed him. The kiss sent a warming sensation through Abbey, as he gladly pursued the kiss. He wanted more of Wynn, it had been so long since he had any physical contact. 

Abbey threw his arms around Wynn neck, as Wynn’s hands wondered done Abbey’s sides. His fingernails dung into Abbey’s flesh, warm blood seeped down his side as Wynn’s hand continued their decent. 

“Wait…Wynn…please…” Abbey moaned breathlessly, as he shakily grasped Wynn’s shoulders.

Wynn’s chuckle echoed on the still air, “Still ever a virgin, I’m glad no one has soiled you yet. I still plan on making you mine, that is when I finally get free.”

” You said you are here inside Riverside, but this place is huge where are you exactly?”

Wynn’s eyes sadden once more, “I’m in the Basement Ward….you can say I’m the prized experiment.” 

“Prize experiment?”

The scenery around them began to crack until they were plunged into water. Abbey clamped his mouth shut as water went up his nose, it burned as his eyes began to sting. He glanced up at Wynn and jerked back.

Wynn was bent backwards with wires entering his eyes, nose, mouth, and down his spine. Abbey panicked as he pressed against a glass tube, he couldn’t see outside. Now his lungs began to burn, he had to get out before he drowned. 

Once more the scenery change and Abbey found himself falling into the abyss, a broken voice echoing as he fell.

“Please, save me Abbey.”

“Abbey, wake up! C’mon sleeping beauty, wake up!”

Abbey jerked awake, “Tate?”

“The one and only little cherry. C’mon it’s cleaning day, the bastards are tried of smelling our filth.”

Firmly Tate grabbed Abbey’s arm and help him to his feet. He couldn’t believe how big of a task just standing was, Abbey felt faint.  Tate dragged Abbey to the back of the cell, where somewhere within the walls a cranking sound caught Abbey off guard.

Slowly but surely the wall began to raise, exposing an outdoor kennel which he and Tate entered. The wall closed behind them, and Abbey gasped as he realized that for the first time he could see his neighbors.

They deformed, and were hardly human as many of them hissed at Abbey. Tate slammed his fist against the fencing and the neighbors backed off. Some of them muttered, bitch, while others coward from Tate.

“Don’t look at them in the eyes. Many can smell your fear, and feed on it.”

“What the hell is wrong with them?”

“They are the doc’s failed experiments. Not all of us are lucky.” said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Abbey blinked, suddenly realizing that the left side of Tate’s head had been shaved, and had wounds from the doctor’s test. The ones who were deformed, had they to started out looking like Tate? Was he going to end up like “monster”?

Thoughts swirled, as he wondered what Dr. Salem had in store for him. The thought made him shudder, he had to get out of here, and save Wynn. But he couldn’t just strut
out here without knowing the whole layout of place, that would be suicide. Abbey took another glance at his fellow inmates he could help the sickening question.

“Then why does he keep them?”

Tate shot a cruel look at him as he leaned into the far fence. The framework creaked as he fully put his body weight against it in a faulty attempt to become comfortable.

“To feed the bigger monsters. Like Titian, looks like they about to feed him. Come, and watch and be thankful.”

Sure enough as Abbey walked up to the fence he realized just how big this place was. Hundreds of cellblocks lined the walls, and in the middle was a massive enclosure.

“Please, I’ll get better…tell Dr. Salem I’ll get better… I’ll get better!” a voice cried out.

“Oh, no Nathan. You poor fool.” Tate whispered.

Abbey glanced down to walkway where two guards dragged a young man in between them. Black patches covered his thin frame, while others exposed the muscle below. The guards dragged the young man named Nathan to the enclosure where the guards opened up the gate and tossed him in.

“Titan, dinner is ready.” one of the guards mocked as he pulled a lever.

“No! Please, kill me….kill me! Don’t let him have me!”

Abbey’s eyes widen as the enclosure inside gate open up, and a massive creature came crawling out. It was sluggish at first, not very sturdy on its feet, that was until it smelt Nathan. It roared and charged the weaken young man.

Nathan didn’t stand a chance,  and with a final scream he found himself in the beast’s jaws. Blood oozed down Titian’s face, the red against this creature’s blueish skin made Abbey’s skin crawl. And much to his horror Titian crawled up the fence and whimpered the guards.

“None, of that. We got orders from the doc, one body every four hours.”

Titian growled and crawled back into its hole, leaving the cellblock in silence. Abbey was shaking as he looked down the path were a group of people sat in a small pin. All crying and begging for mercy.

“You see Abbey, in here it’s eat or be eaten. Now tell me, would you be able to kill save your own skin? Because, I can’t protect you anymore. I’m sorry, you will be soon joining the family.”

“What do you mean, joining the family?”

As almost on queue the wall that lead back into the cell opened, where Dr. Salem stood with an evil grin. Abbey glanced over at Tate who only looked away.

“Come darling Abbey. Your new life is about to begin.”


Ambrose X

Ambrose VIII

Time was surreal thing as Abbey became accustomed to his new living arrangement. Four walls of gray, one flickering light, and Tate. It was like living in another detention. At a certain time the overhead light would shut off leaving himself and Tate in limbo. While other times the door and the lights would come alive.

Guards would come and grab Tate, and drag him off to conduct “test” on his new obtained abilities. Leaving Abbey alone for the most part, which he didn’t see as a blessing. For being alone in the dark allowed the voices to haunt him.

Tate wasn’t lying about the voice in the static. When Abbey first heard it he thought another man had entered his cell, he would have preferred that. Instead of the nerve-racking fear that something or someone lured in the darkness. Abbey would huddle against the door and prayed  that what ever it was it would stay away from him.

Over and over the voice would whisper his name, hauntingly. The voice was to distorted to make an identification, but Abbey was somewhat certain it was Wynn. Lately the voice intensified causing Abbey’s  head pounded.  It almost seemed to begged for him. He wish he could explain to it that he was in no way to entertain it with a response.

On top of the constant voice, Abbey’s state of dress added new problems. Being bare his flesh always covered in goosebumps. He prayed he wouldn’t get ill, and neither would Tate. It was hard enough to think when he was warm. But it was cold and musty in the cell, and stank of urine and feces.

Abbey was mortified when Tate had reviled that he had a drain to urinate in, and a bucket for his stool. To make it worse was the word privacy was a foreign concept here. Abbey swore he caught Tate watching him, or perhaps Tate was worried he would miss the bucket.

Tate hadn’t been the best cell mate either. Between being experimented on, and being thoroughly screwed by Dr. Salem he was not the friendliness man. Abbey didn’t blame him though, Tate kept the doctor away from him. And that he was thankful for.

Abbey sighed and once more rested against the door as he awaited Tate’s return.  For Abbey had one routine memorized. When Tate returned that was when they were both fed. A selfish thought many would agree, but when you only get one bland dish you get greedy. With stomach growling Abbey moan as his eyes became heavy.

‘A quick nap won’t hurt.’ he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

‘Abbey sank into the darkness warmth blooming in his core. He shuddered as the world around him distorted as color began to paint a scene.

Lightly his feet landed on the ground his bare feet warming against the pavement. Abbey smiled as he stood head lulled back as warm rain cascaded down his face. It felt wonderful as fresh air filled his lungs.

Sighing he glanced around at his surrounds. To his astonishment he was standing on a bridge from his childhood. Old Harvest Bridge that was its name, and underneath Pico River flowed lazily. Abbey had crossed this bridge a many of times when he lived with this father, usually have with grocery bags in hand.

Startled Abbey realized he was not alone on the bridge. A young man sat on the guardrail with a bouquet of orange mums resting on his knees. This man’s bleached blonde hair, and tan skin stood out against the gray sky, making Abbey’s heart fluttered. He gazed at this exotic man, a nagging suspension of knowing tugged at his subconscious. 

“You know it’s rude to stare, Abbey.”

Blood rushed to Abbey’s face as the man turned to look at him. His eyes were like an emeralds that was cut in half, soft yet intense. Abbey’s mouth went dry. Why was his heart skipping beats? He didn’t know this man, and yet his heart fluttered once more when the man smiled at him. 

“Cute as always, do you know who I am?”

Abbey looked away, he had no idea, and because of this his heart ached. Just then the wind picked up chilling his bare body, he could now smell the perfume of mums. He glanced back to the man and noticed a pink cross tied to the guardrail with the name Ariel on it.

“Heh, I would have thought that kiss would have jumpstarted your memory.”

“Wynn?” 

Wynn smiled and rose and gently place the mums on the rail. Stepping over the railing he approached Abbey, eyes gleaming with joy. Wynn stopped in front of Abbey a tan hand gently stroked Abbey’s check.

” I glad you’re starting to remember, and I’m even happier that I can finally show you my face.”

“My memory is still foggy” Abbey said taking a step back, “I don’t think it’s wise…”

Abbey bit his lip as Wynn’s eyes sadden, why did that look make him want to throw himself at Wynn? Abbey’s heart pounded, he wanted to be touch by Wynn, but his mind screamed he was stranger and therefore should not be trusted.

“Shh…It’s alright, I came on a little to strong. I apologize, it’s just it has been ten years since I saw you. I’m a bit overzealous.” 

“Ten years? Where are you?” 

Wynn’s face grew dark as his hands clenched into fist, “I’m here Abbey, I’ve been inside here for the past ten fucking years! Ever since your jackass of a father banished me here!”

Abbey jerked back at Wynn’s sudden outburst. He was simmering, and Abbey took another step back. Ask if he read Abbey’s thoughts Wynn took a deep breath and continued.

“Riverside Asylum has been my home for these past ten years. I’ve been so alone, so weak, so tried. I thought about giving up. But one day I felt you again, your mind at least. Your light kept me going, and I prayed that I would see you again one day. And it seems my wish has came true”


Ambrose IX

Ambrose VII

Abbey’s limbs were heavy as he began to stir. He licked his dry and cracked lips as a copper taste filled his mouth, he groaned and tried to sit up. Only to realize that once more he had been drugged.

Blinking Abbey tried to focus on the lone light flickered above. He shuddered as his bare skin cooled against the stone floor, as he wondered where he was. Four stone walls imprisoned him, the light only giving him sight to the length of his own body. Who knew what resided in the dark.

From the darkness a moan echoed sending a wave of unease through Abbey. The sound of something wet slapping against an object followed soon after. Growls and cries crept over the stone floor, and with a sudden thud Abbey found out what those sounds came from.

Tate came crawling into the light, bare and panting. Scratches lined his shoulders and down his arms, as he dragged himself closer to Abbey. Suddenly hands grabbed Tate by his hips and pulled him back.

Abbey’s eyes widen as he watched in horror as Dr. Salem lean over Tate. The doctor ruff hands spread Tate’s legs and with a thrust of the doctor’s hips, they were having sex. Tate groaned and hopelessly scraped the ground as the doctor continued thrust into him.

Silvia dripped from the corners of Tate’s mouth as he firmly grasped his own length. Abbey breath hitched as both men let out a grunt as semen dripped down Tate’s legs.

“You were exceptional today my darling. How I’ve missed you.” the doctor panted as he kissed Tate’s back.

“Go to hell.” Tate growled in response as Dr. Salem removed himself.

Abbey laid there red face and slacked jaw as the doctor grinned, lust still lingering in his eyes. Abbey felt like he was cloaked in this man’s desire as the doctor began to jerk himself as to prepare for another round.

“Perhaps, I should break in this delicate flower. ” Dr. Salem growled as he approached Abbey.

Abbey heard Tate hissed as dragged himself until he was laying on top of Abbey. Abbey shuddered as Tate’s sweat soaked his cooled flesh and as the doctor’s sperm leaked onto Abbey’s thighs.

“Oh? I thought you didn’t have a taste for virgins.”

Abbey’s eyes widen as Tate licked his throat and he went on to bite him. Blunt teeth broke through Abbey’s thin skin, and he began to cry.

“You kidding doc? Virgin or not Abbey is to sweet to pass up, besides I had a unconsidered partner. I’m still have my itch.”

“What… please… no… no…Tate.”  Abbey whimpered as he felt Tate’s hand wondered south as a clammy finger prodded at his anus.

“Heh, then I’ll leave and you and your cherry be. I have to go get myself washed up anyway. Take care of darling Abbey Dr. Quaker, make sure he doesn’t succumb to your abuse. After all you like it quite rough. When you’re finished I left some ointment in the corner can’t have my bitch bleeding out can I?”

Dr. Salem opened the door and exited with a dark chuckle. After a minute Tate sighed and  rolled off Abbey, to stretch out beside him. Relief and confusion flooded Abbey’s numbed body.

“You’re  not…”  Abbey couldn’t even get the words out as his body began to tingle.

“What?  You honestly think I’m going to fuck you? No fucking way I hate virgins. They complain way to much, sniffling and whining. Beside he wouldn’t like it if I fucked you.” explained Tate as he rose.

“He?”

Tate looked highly annoyed, “The man in the static. You can hear him from time to time down here.  His voice echoes through the old speakers, it’s actually quite scary. Maybe you’ll hear him to, after all he says is your name.”

Abbey stared wide eye as Tate walked past him, blood joined the semen that drippled down his legs. Tate didn’t even seemed notice as he disappeared into the darkness, he returned to light with the ointment. Tate than became to treat himself.

Abbey watched as the ointment smeared over the wounds, and as Tate inserted fingers into himself to treat the internal wounds.

“Why did he call you Dr. Quaker?” Abbey asked as he tried to look away.

“Why? Because at one point in time I was a doctor. In fact, Dr. Salem and I were use to work together. We were even lovers at one point in time. Heh, that was such a long time ago.”

“You two were lover?”

“Ya, I dropped him when I found out he was a fraud.” Tate hissed as he threw the ointment into the dark.

“Fraud?”

“He was married, and he just wanted our relationship as a forbidden thrill. I was so mad, when you’re in a relationship you’re suppose to be loyal to your partner.”

Abbey blinked and slowly twitched as he forced himself to sit up. Tate and Dr. Salem had once been a couple, and yet here he was in this prison. It was strange to think of them as couple but the thought of not being the only one in the same boat was a soothing thought.

“So where are we anyway?” Abbey asked as he flexed trying to wake his tingling muscles.

Tate was quiet for a while before he sighed, “To be frank, little priest. We are in hell, and at the mercy of a deranged doctor.”


Ambrose VIII

Ambrose VI

Abbey paled as Tate’s words echoed within his head. His mouth went dry at the slight thought of the unthinkable act that this man was hinting at. One of the cardinal sin, suicide was. How dare this man even bring up such a gruesome act.

Don’t you get it boy, suicide is just a slight pain compared to what they’ll do to you.’

“Shut the hell up!” Abbey screamed as he jumped out of his seat, sending the metal chair clattering to the floor.

“Abbey, darling what’s the matter?” Kally cried.

‘Shut up, you’re making a scene! You’re going to get us both in trouble!’ Tate warned silver eyes darkening.

“Shut up! Shut up! Get out of my head!”

Tate’s eyes widen in terror as he roared and lunged across the table. Abbey didn’t have time to get out of the way, and was slammed onto the floor,  knocking the breath out of him. When he tried to catch his breath again Tate bore down on him, and began to strangle him. Abbey felt a deep seed fear as he watched his attacker’s eyes turned black as his grip tighten depriving Abbey of oxygen.

Abbey thought he hear Kally scream, but was unsure. It was almost like whisper on the wind. He prayed this would all end as the corners of his vision began to darken. Almost like an answer to his silent prayer a guard ripped Tate off him. Relief consumed him as oxygen was granted once more.

Abbey coughed and tried to curl into a ball when he was suddenly dragged to his feet by his hair. It was painful he couldn’t understand why he was the one getting punished, Tate started it. It was Tate, and his accursed, whatever it was. How hell could Tate get inside his head? Questions buzzed in Abbey’s mind, as he tried to understand these turn of events. This was not a comic, nor a movie, this was real-life. So why the hell did Tate have this ability?

Abbey came back to reality with a grunted as the guard yanked his head back to expose his throat. With a rough finger the guard traced the tender flesh there.

“Your skin is so soft. How adorable, I could have sworn Tate was attacking a woman. I see now that I had the right to think as much.” the guard almost purred.

“Let go of me.” Abbey whimpered as the guards hand traveled down his chest.

“What is the meaning of this?” a to familiar voice boomed.

Abbey held his breath as Dr. Salem approached anger burning in his eyes. Beside him Tate shudder.

“Tate got into a fight with Mr. Davidson.” one of the guards stated as he eased away from the doctor.

“I see, tell me Abbey why are you and Mr. Heath quarreling?”

“Don’t say a fucking word bitch.” Tate growled.

Abbey opened and closed his mouth as his voice failed him. Tate had entered his mind, spoke to him…how was suppose to answer. He didn’t want to actually come off as insane.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Umi roared as he grabbed his head and thrashed in his seat.

Dr. Salem glanced over at Umi and frowned, “Do you know what happened Umi? It is quite odd for you to speak out of your subject.”

“Leave him out this.” hissed Tate as he struggled to get free from the guards.

Umi grinned at the doctor the madness on full display, “Abbey….and Tate, one….mind…raped…the other…”

‘I guess that’s one way to put it’ Abbey thought to himself.

Abbey glanced over at Tate and was shocked to see tears had started to form in his eyes. He had been so powerful seconds ago, and now he is crying? Was the doctor that big of an enemy that it struck fear in Tate?

“I see, guards escort Mr. Heath, and Mr. Davidson to the elevator. I believe they both are in need of treatment.” Dr. Salem said as cruel smile broke crossed his lips.

“No!” screamed Tate as the guards dragged him out of the cafeteria.

“Dr. Salem, you can’t take Abbey. Mr. Bail…”

“Fuck Mr. Bail, Kally. Mr. Davidson signed the document, therefore darling Abbey is mine.”

“Dr. Salem you can’t just take Abbey!” Kally roared as she grabbed the doctor’s arm.

“You are superficial to my plans.” hiss the doctor as he tore his arm free, “Therefore I am not going waste my time with you. Come, Abbey.”

With a firm hand Dr. Salem grabbed Abbey’s arm and dragged him behind. Up ahead in between guards a thrashing Tate sobbed as once more as this asylum again became a bigger maze. Finally they reached a lone elevator, dull gray door slowly creaked open.

“Just toss Mr. Heath inside, he won’t cause me any problems.”

The guards didn’t hesitate and Tate was thrown in with a thud. Abbey couldn’t believe it, Tate didn’t even try to run out, all he did was press himself again the far wall eyes widen in fear. The doctor and Abbey board the elevator, and with the squeaking of gears the doors slowly closed.

“Tell, me Tate, why have you been lying?” Dr. Salem asked coldly as he pressed the button labeled 0.

“I…haven’t…been…I…”

“Fucking bullshit. So tell me, how long have you had this gift?”

“Gift? He was in my head!” Abbey blurted out.

“Telepathy, aye? So the treatments have been working, I’m glad.” Dr. Salem smiled and turned to Tate, “You should be rewarded. Tell me Tate how long has it been?”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Tate roared as he tried to flatten himself more against the wall.

The doctor ignored Tate’s threat, and placed his gloved hands on either side of  Tate’s head.

“Four weeks? God, has it really been that long? It has, hasn’t it? Do you masturbate? Fingerinng yourself wishing something thicker was thrusting into you? Do you moan my name when you climax?”

Abbey jaw dropped as the doctor grabbed Tate’s chin and kissed him. Tate seemed to melt into the doc, and Abbey was unsure if it was out of fear or desire. They broke apart and Dr. Salem approached Abbey, brown eyes hazing with lust.

“Heh, no virgins allowed.”

Before Abbey could react Dr. Salem struck him causing his head to collide with the metal wall. His vision blurred until, darkness welcomed him once more.


Ambrose VII

Ambrose V

Abbey was on the verge of despair, the sting of betrayal cut him deep, and now phantom embraces? What’s next? He dared not to look at the wall behind him, so he sat forward head lulled back.

He had no idea how long he sat there in that position, the only sense of time was the slow dull ache as neck strained. Slowly his eyes closed, the darkness was a confronting change of scenery, an island of black in this sea of white.

Lost in an almost trance induced by his breathing, Abbey didn’t hear that the door creaked open. His azure eyes barely cracked open as he focused on the blinking panel lights. All around he heard footsteps echo against the stone floor, they were slow and stopped in front of him.

Was it the doctor? Or perhaps it was Ollie.

Abbey gritted his teeth as tried to straighten his neck. Embarrassment burned through his numbness as his muscles refuse to release. He cursed them, honestly how could they lock up on him?

“Oh dearie are you stiff?” a kind voice fluttered through the silence.

Abbey’s voice hitched as soft hands gently reached to lightly massage his stiff neck. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll get this fix.”

And she was right moments later the muscle released their hold. Rotating his head side to side, the dull pain slowly faded away. With narrowed eyes he eyed this new nurse, she was older than Ollie, soft brown waves framed a gentle face.

“You’re even more adorable than you name proclaims. Oh where are my manners, I’m Mrs. McNeill, but you can call me Kally. I’m going to be your main nurse during your stay here at Riverside Asylum.”

Abbey blinked at this hazel eyed woman, with distrust. Ollie had been a wolf in sheep clothing, this woman was probably the same. He wouldn’t be surprised if everyone here had a secondary motivate for him.

“Are you hungry darling?”

He paused, he hadn’t noticed that he was until she mentioned it. He was starving, borderline ravenous he had to admit. She only smile at him, as she gently sat next to him.

“It’s been almost two days since your last meal, hasn’t? Though you can’t go lunch looking like that, you hair is a mess. May I brush it?” she asked as she pulled out a mini hairbrush out of her pocket.

Abbey slowly nodded and slid  to the floor his back pressed against her legs. He felt her gently take his shoulder length hair tenderly in her hands as she began to brush out his tangled locks. He had always loved it when someone brushed his hair, his father had done it every night before he went to bed when he was younger.

“You have such beautiful red hair, just like my husband’s. Red as blood, soft as silk. I only wished our children inherited his hair, at least they got his emerald eyes. ”

Abbey hummed in contentment, which was a pleasant change of pace. He wondered if this was the feeling a child had towards their mother. Behind him he hear her giggle as once more his head lulled.

“Careful dearie, we don’t want your neck  to become stiff again. You are so much like my son, he almost always falls asleep when I brush out his hair. Oh dear there I go, you probably don’t want to hear a mother ramble about her family.”

“I don’t mind, how many kids do you have? I mean if you don’t mind me asking…”

Her giggle again filled the room, “I have three, a son and two daughters. And handsome husband, our twenty-six anniversary is at the end of this month. There, no more tangles, shall we head to the cafeteria?”

Abby paused, a slight blush crossed his cheeks, “Is it possible for me to have a different outfit? I don’t want to be showing off my backside to anyone else, I mean I’m a priest….well I was once a priest.” Abbey said sadly.

Kally stood and walk to dresser that was flushed against the foot of the bed, and open the top drawer.  He hear her mumble to herself, when she finally pulled out another white gown.

“This one should go to your knees, is this better?”

“Much, at least my backside is hidden once more.”

Abbey gratefully accepted the garment, and quietly change.  The extra coverage made him smile, it felt good to have fabric covering his ass once again. Kally nodded and unlocked the door, a sense of escape flooded him as he began to sprint toward the opened door.

“Please honey don’t try to run away I don’t want to have to call the guards. They are very unfriendly to runaways.” Kally warning when Abbey was partly through the door.

He paused just as two guards started to down the hall. A lump caught in his throat as he saw they were both armed with taser, he quickly scooted into Kally’s chest.

“Alright, shall we?” Kally asked as she took ahold of his clammy hand.

It took forever to get to the cafeteria, Abbey’s muse of this place being a maze gained evidence. Finally with a scan of her badge the double doors opened to a massive room. They were in a dome glass covered the wall and ceiling. It almost looked like another planet,  thought Abbey. The explosion color brought tears to his eyes.

It was raining blurring the forest outside but he didn’t care, it was something else besides white. A light touch brought Abbey back to reality, he smiled at Kally and they got in line.

Abbey didn’t know what to get it all smelled delicious it took all his willpower to not stuff his face right then. His stomach cramped as he finally made his decision on a chicken tender meal.

“Go find us a table, I go get our drinks.” Kally said lightly.

Abbey nodded as he made his way through the crowded mess hall. Many of the patients ate quietly their caretakers assisting them when they needed help.  Minutes passed and Abbey sighed when he couldn’t find a table.

“Oye! New guy!”

Abby turned to see a pink haired girl waving beckoning him over. He smiled and went over to her table, only to realize there were two others. The eldest male had black hair, and silver eyes that glared at him as he went back to his meal.

“Don’t mind Tate he doesn’t bite hard. My name is Minerva, I’m Umi, and Tate’s nurse. You must be Abbey.”

“Abbey.” Tate snorted, “What did your parents think they were having a bitch?”

“Abbey, how cute.” the other man cooed, Abbey presumed that was Umi.

Abbey glared at Tate as took his seat next to Umi. Papers, and crayons  were scattered in front of Umi, who was drawing maniacally. Curiosity took its hold on Abbey as he glanced at the mad man’s drawing.

Choppy green and yellow grass covered the page, but that was not the image that caught Abbey’s interest. In the center of the page a highly detailed unicorn was reared on it’s hind legs. From its iconic horn a gory man dangled impaled.

“Ah… why did unicorn impale him?”

Abby had wished he never asked.

For Umi began  cackled his whole rocking back and forth, “He wasn’t a virgin”

“Pardon?” Abbey asked when he almost choked on his chicken.

Umi grinned demonically brown eyes gleaming, ” Yes, unicorn only eat the flesh of virgins… you see virgin meat is the sweetest. If you aren’t one they’ll leave your body for the crows! Abbey are you a virgin? Is your flesh sinfully sweet?”

A hint of red crossed his face as this white hair man leaned into his personal space. Across the table Tate moaned.

“Umi of course that fucker is virgin. Just look at him, he screams prune!” Tate roared.

“Enough Tate!”

Tate growled as Kally approached with a somber look marring her gentle face.

“Abbey, hurry and finish your meal. Dr. Salem just informed me that he wants to began your treatment.”

“Treatment! There is nothing wrong with me!”

Abbey flinched as the cafeteria became silent, many turned in their seats to stare at him. But there was nothing wrong with him, this whole imprisonment here was utter bullshit.

“Abbey dear, please try to keep your voice down. The guards will hear you.” Minerva  whispered as she laid a hand on his arm.

Abbey bit his lip and sank further into his chair. Kally sat next to him and placed an encouraging hand resting on his knee.

“You hear him don’t you?” Tate growled.

Abbey dropped his fork, “What?”

To his horror Tate’s lips did not move, but he could have sworn he heard him speak.

“The man in the static, the one who haunts your subconscious.” 

Abbey’s eyes widen when Tate’s voice echoed in his mind. The silver eyed  man smiled around his cup as Abbey’s jaw dropped.

If they try to take you in the elevator kill yourself. Bite through that virgin tongue of yours.”


Ambrose VI

 

Ambrose IV

 

Moments later the door opened as Abbey’s father and Dr. Salem entered the room with Mr. Bali.  Abbey quickly raced to the glass and pressed his hands against the barrier that separated him from his ashen face father.

“Father please get me out of here I want to go home!” Abbey begged

“Abbey, it’s going to be okay. Daddy’s here, don’t worry.” he said as he pressed his forehead against the glass, in a desperate attempt to soothe his son.

Abbey watched his father’s eyes darken in fury as he eyed his gown, “Why do you have him dressed like that? He practically naked! He’s a priest! Not some harlot!”

“Father Davidson, if I may. I know this is a shock for you but your son here has had a mental breakdown. Earlier today he was raving about a wounded woman. I personally saw to it that the guards here searched everywhere and they could not  find not the woman in question. But what disturbed me was when he threw himself at me, there was no sanity in his eyes as ranted about her.” Mr. Bali said as he grabbed a file that Dr. Salem offered.

“Not to mention his activities he did while sleeping.” chuckled Dr. Salem.

Abby bit his lip as his face started to redden, he wouldn’t dare bring that up. His answer came when the doctor meet his eyes a cruel smile creeping across thin lips.

“What activities?” Father Davidson asked as he pushed away from the glass, much to Abby’s despair.

“I came in to check on him, and he was moaning a man’s name.” Dr. Salem explained a hint of lust rolling off his tongue.

Abbey saw his father stiffened. He could imagine his father’s face twisted with rage as he screamed at the doctor,” He wouldn’t be moaning anyone name! Especially a man’s! You’re lying!”

“I’m afraid my colleague is right, as vulgar as it sounds it would seem the therapy is no longer working.” Mr. Bali said somberly.

‘Therapy? What therapy?’ Abbey wondered to himself as he paced he in front of the glass.

“But you said that the treatment would be permit!” his father cried.

“Arnold, can I call you Arnold? I humbly apologize but it would seem that the treatment has began to relapse.” Mr. Bali  said as he laid a comforting hand on Arnold’s shoulder.

“Are you sure? What proof do you have?”

“Proof? Is that what you want? He ejaculated in his robes, is that enough proof for you Father? Man, he must have had a pleasant…” Dr. Salem stopped midsentence when Mr. Bail gave him a level glare.

“He…ejaculated? Inside… his robes?”

Abbey could hear his father’s voice crack, and see his father’s body tremble. Abbey felt a pit form in his stomach, this was not going to end well. That was plain to see when his father looked back at him with horror filled eyes. Abbey looked away, shame slowly creeping up his spine.

“Abbey, tell me that’s not true.” he barely whispered.

Abbey pressed even closer to the glass, eyes dull and dead. It wasn’t like he had a choice. Wynn had messed with his mind, his body, his soul. Yet the sensation of longing began to flare again, he almost wished that he was with Wynn.

His father eyes narrowed furious at silence. Abby’s mouth was dry, the words caught in his throat.

“Does the name Wynn ring a bell Father?” Dr. Salem asked as he stood between the glass and the man he spoke to.

Abbey could no longer see his father’s face, but his could see father’s hand clench into fist his knuckles turning white. Did his father know Wynn? How was that possible, if he himself just started to learn about Wynn.

“I know this is hard for you Arnold, but I think it’s time admit Abbey to further his treatment. All we need is your signature, and an I can assure you your son will receive the best treatment this facility has to offer.” Mr. Bali said as he flip through the file in his hand.

“As you should know Father homosexuality is a disease of the mind. And one to ruin your image of anyone finds out. Could you imagine? The son of a Father wishes to lay with a man, how unholy.” Dr. Salem almost hissed as he leaned against the glass.

“Just sign on the dotted line Mr. Davidson, and then we’ll take care of the rest.” said Mr. Bali as he handed a paper and a pen to Abbey’s father.

Abbey was horrified at the turn of events, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He wasn’t sick, he wasn’t insane. So why was this happening? Tears started to form when is father looked up at him eyes grave as he signed the dotted line.

“No! No, no, no! Father, please I am not sick! I swear, I’m not sick!” Abbey screamed as he smashed his hands against the glass.

His father glanced up at him tears forming in his own eyes, “This is for the best Abbey. You’re sick, they are going help you everything going to be alright.”

No.

Please.

Stop.

Why.

Tears flowed freely as the paper that sold his freedom was returned. Numbness swallowed Abbey as his father turned his back to him.

“You’ve made the right decision Arnold, I will personally see to his treatment. I’ll pamper
him like I would my own son.” encouraged Dr. Salem with venom leaking off every word.

The doctor smiled as he approached the door a firm hand on his father’s back as he began to steered him to the door.  Dr. Salem sent a dark smile over his shoulder as the knob of the door turned and opened. Not once did Abbey’s father look back.

His father, didn’t even say goodbye.

A sob caught in Abbey’s throat as he placed a hand over his mouth, as he slowly sank to the floor. The sound of approaching footsteps made Abbey look up to see Mr. Bail walking towards the glass.

Mr. Bail came to the glass dark eyes once more burning into Abbey, as he pushed the buzzer. “Guards, Mr. Davidson needs to be taken to his room.”

Behind Abbey the door opened allowing access to two guards, each baring a cruel smile. Abbey panicked as again he started to banged against the glass.

“NO! Why are you doing this to me?” Abbey screamed as the guards forcefully grabbed him.

Mr. Bail did not answer, as Abbey was manhandled out of the room and down the hall. He struggled, thrashed, kicked as he was taken deeper inside the asylum. A long dark hallway greeted them, as the silence crept all around when suddenly a door slid open.

Abbey was then thrown inside, he yelped when his head collided with floor. Panting he flung himself at the door in a desperate attempt to escape. He was to late, he slammed into the closed door. He begged, cried, for them to open the door once more. His response to his plead was the guards walking away laughing.

He stood flushed against the door until his legs began to tremble so he slowly sank to the ground knees to chest. He sat there until he shuddered when the cold floor reminded him about his state of dress. Abbey glanced over to see a cot with patchwork blankets draping the length of it. With shakily legs he rose and sat on it, wondering why this had happen to him.

A heaviness threaten to crush him as time seemed to slow into a dreadful nightmare. He had no idea how long he sat there staring at his hands. They were trembling, knuckles red from the pressure he was applying.

Silence became his companion as the uncertainty of time passed by. He was alone, and not even his own father wished to save him. That was a bitter pill to swallow, he wondered if anyone would even come for him.

“Wynn…” he mindlessly whispered.

The air became cold, as he shuddered. Perhaps he was loosing it for he could have sworn he felt a pair of arms embracing him from behind.


Ambrose V

Ambrose III


Abbey couldn’t move, it was like he was frozen in place. The scenery around him was thick with fog, cold and numbing. The pressure around him was so dense could barely breathe. He was terrified. The silence of the void engulfed him driving him mad, until a light airy giggle broke the silence.

He gasped as the fog melted away, and the pressure lightened as the scenery began to change. Details of a sitting room came into view, expensive furniture decorated the small space, while a haze of cigarette smoke lazily drifted.

Abbey wrinkled his nose he had always hated the smell of  cigarettes. Dirty things cigarettes are, a quick way to fall into sin. His father had always told him. So why was he here? He would never be a place where cigarettes were. Before he had a chance to think about the reason why the airy giggle echoed once more.  

Abbey’s breath hitched as a young boy with short red hair raced pass him, a loosely fitted alb swirling around his thin frame.

That boy? 

Could it be?

Abbey couldn’t believe his eyes, this boy was him, a lad no older than fifteen. This had to be dream, it just had to be. He had no memory of this place.

His head pounded as thousand of questions bombard his subconscious that he didn’t realize that there was another figure in the room. The younger version raced to a shadowed figure who was reclined in a window seat, half lit cigarette resting between fingers. The boys thin arms wrapped around the unknown male, as happy squeak escaping the boys lips.

“I want to run away with you!” the younger version blurted out

“Oh, what brought this up Abbey?”  

Abbey’s eyes widen as the man’s voice echoed. It was the voice from  the phone! 

“I was thinking, about what you said earlier. About how we wouldn’t be accepted here, so I want run away with you. To find a place to fully express our love!”

The older man chucked his face obscured by shadows,”Your adorable Abbey, not even sixteen and already a romantic expert. How cute.”

Abbey was in shock as the younger version blushed and kissed the older man. How could this be? He wasn’t gay, so why the hell would he do such a sinful act. His face twisted in disgust at just the mere thought.

“This can’t be real.” Abbey muttered as he clenched his eyes shut. 

“Oh, but it is Abbey, this is the past we share.” 

Abbey head snapped up as the scenery rippled and slowly broke apart. Leaving only Abbey and the shadowed figure, standing in the void.

“God it’s so good to see Abbey, you’ve grown out your hair. I like it.”

“Who the hell are you! How do you know my name!”

The figure approached a sad vibe rolled off his shadowy form. Cold hands touched Abbey’s face, as he leaned forward their noses brushing.

“They really fucked up that beautiful mind of yours. So you truly don’t remember me?”

“I’ve never meet you my life!” Abbey shouted as he tried to distance himself from this man. He gritted his teeth when the ground refused to release him.

The man chucked, “I shall give you little hint, darling. You always called me by my last name for my first name was to pagan for your lips.”

Abbey’s eyes widen as a spark of realization burst forth, “Wynn?”

The temperature around them spike as the man mauled Abbey’s mouth in a ferocious kiss. Their tongues intertwined each a victim to their own primal instincts, much to Abbey’s horror. Abbey once more couldn’t breathe, and was only granted breath Wynn finally released him.

“Heh, you enjoyed that didn’t you, but sadly Abbey my time is up and it is time for you to wake up.” 

The ground that had once had him frozen in place shattered and Abbey plummeted. His screamed echoed as the void swallowed him.

He jerked chest heaving, as blurry eyes tried to adjust to the brightly lit room. Shifting slightly he could feel the firm mattress beneath him, panting he sighed and closed his eyes.

So it was all a dream.

Or was it?

Abby couldn’t explain it but somewhere deep within his core warmth of longing bloomed, followed by utter sadness. Was this Wynn guy someone he once knew? But if that was that was the case shouldn’t he remember someone so important?

But that unknown had to wait, he paused, he was still the asylum. That damn director drugged him, where was he now? Abbey went to sit up was and was quickly denied, straps ensnared his wrist to the bed.

Panic crept across his skin as he maniacally thrashed trying to free himself. He continued until a sharp pain from his wrist made him cry out. Tears formed as he gave into the situation, why was this happening to him.

Time was a stranger here as Abbey blankly stared up at the white ceiling, wishing it would change color. White walls, white bed, white robes, it was all starting to irritate him.

The quiet was only broken when his soft cries escaped his lips as he would barely struggle against his bonds. A creak caught his attention as the door slowly opened.

Ollie entered with a doctor right behind her. Ollie smiled as the doctor walked past and stood at Abbey’s bedside.

“Finally awake princess? About damn fucking time, Mr. Bali gave you the lowest dose, and it knocked your ass out for nine hours.” the doctor laughed.

” Dr. Salem, please try and control yourself.”

“Ah, lighten up Ollie. After all this is one dick that you won’t be adding to your conquests. Didn’t you hear him moaning a man’s name? Oh, and what do we have hear?”

Dr. Salem leaned over and harshly grabbed Abbey’s genitals. Abbey moaned as the doctor released him as trail of semen dripping off the doctor’s gloved fingers.

“Cuming inside you priest robes, how unholy. Tell me princess what type of wet dream were you having? He must have been damn good if you were moaning his name.”

Abbey’s face redden he couldn’t believe what this man was hinting at, “I’m not gay!”

“Oh, in denial are we? Whatever you have someone here for a visit, but you can’t go soiled. Ollie get Mr. Davidson ready.” Dr. Salem said as he leaned against the far wall.

Abby flinched as Ollie approached her thin hands undid his binds. She helped him sit up, and stand. She quietly gesture to his soiled robes, and he tentatively disrobe.

She smiled and grabbed his robes and put them by the door. From the wall Dr. Salem whistled as his naked body was on full display. Ollie grabbed tissues for her aprons on her uniform, and handed them to Abbey.

Heat burned his cheeks as he quickly cleaned his genitals and thighs, this was not happening. Dirty tissues in one hand, Abbey reached for the new outfit that had been set out sometime before. Slowly he got dressed.

“About time princess, now c’mon I don’t have all day.” Dr. Salem groan as he gripped Abbey shoulder and shoved him out the room.

The three of them walked in silence as Abbey pulled the hospital gown closer. Much to his disdain the back of the gown was opened. He could feel Ollie staring at his exposed ass.

Finally the doctor opened up another door, and pushed Abbey inside the door slamming shut behind him. This room was just as dull as the one before, the only difference was a table. On the table a plate of cakes tempted him as his stomach growled.

“Help yourself.”

Abbey froze as one of the walls lit up exposing a sheet of glass with Mr. Bali standing behind it with hands behind his back.

“You must be hungry, go on eat.”

Words could not describe the distrust Abbey had for this man, but at the moment his stomach overpowered his head. Happily he ate the cakes not leaving a SELRES_17d02559-4886-4a1f-94d9-d15a7b41a8eeSELRES_417b723d-4193-4224-b2b7-f7d61bd52e73SELRES_bd9dbbc0-5926-436e-b1a1-0bfc5ca4b2a2SELRES_d6c2a855-329c-473c-a0bc-ce9f70005c74crumb SELRES_d6c2a855-329c-473c-a0bc-ce9f70005c74SELRES_bd9dbbc0-5926-436e-b1a1-0bfc5ca4b2a2SELRES_417b723d-4193-4224-b2b7-f7d61bd52e73SELRES_17d02559-4886-4a1f-94d9-d15a7b41a8e on the plate. When he was finished Mr. Bali smiled, and pressed a buzzer.

“Bring in Mr. Davidson. His son is ready to see him.”


Ambrose IV

Ambrose II

The screen filled with the message until it was consumed, and finally shut off. Abbey sat there in dark visibly shaken when the phone rang. On the three ring, he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“It’s good to hear your voice, Abbey.”

“Who are you and what do want?”

“Heh, you really don’t  remember, do you? No matter you’ll remember soon enough.”

“Who the hell are you!”

The voice laughed and cut off only to leave an answering machine tone.

“I’m sorry but calling hours for Riverside Asylum are currently closed, please call back at 8:00 a.m. Thank you and have a nice day.”

Abbey slammed the phone back into its cradle and stormed to his bedroom. When teeth clenched he grabbed a suitcase and started to pack, no one was going to screw with him like that. As God as his witness, he would find out who’s playing him, who ever they are he’ll make sure they’ll be punished.

The Riverside Asylum was a seven-hour drive from Garigill in the small town of Millstone, Abbey drove start there without stopping. He marveled how the small town became a thick lush forest within minutes after he went through the town.

He thought he got lost, when the forest became so thick he couldn’t see through it anymore, but that doubt vanished when a welcome sign appeared.

“Welcome to Riverside Asylum. Where the ill come to be healed”

Abbey snorted as he passes the sign, “More like a place to dump your embarrassments.”

The asylum came to view within minutes after the sign, it was massive with spires that seemed to kiss the sky. Abbey drove up and parked wondering to himself if this was a good idea. He sighed as he fixed the collar of his priest robes, and made his way to the entrance.

The lobby was open with marble floors and crystal chandlers. A smiling blonde young woman sat at the front desk her hands neatly folded on it.

“Hello my name Ollie, and who might you be? How can I help you, my young priest?”

“Hi, my name is Abbey. Would be possible to talk to the director?”

“Mr. Bali? Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I’ve traveled a long way and I really need to speak with him.” he persisted.

“By chance, are you here to apply for the position?” she asked as she nodded towards the Help Wanted sign next to her.

It read “Priest Wanted” Abbey could not believe his luck, he was a priest without a chapel. Perhaps this was God’s intention.

“Yes, that’s actually why I’m here.” he lied, partly. “My chapel is no more, but I still want to spread the word of hope and peace. The people who reside here need it more than anyone else. For they are sick, and receiving help for their physical pains. But no one is aiding their spiritual needs.”

Ollie smile and pressed a button, “Can I get a guard to escort a priest to Mr. Bali office?”

Within minutes a guard came and lead Abbey out the lobby to the core of the asylum. They passed serval rooms that held different actives for the patients, glass panels allowed insight to what was going on. From arts and crafts to swimming. Abbey smiled as he saw a woman ease herself into one of the pools, and was cheered when the water got to her ankles.

“She has aquaphobia, that’s the deepest she’s gotten in months.” the guard explained. “We strive to better all who come through those doors in search of healing.”

The guard leads him to a waiting room and asked him to stay put while he went to go get the director. Abbey sighed as he watched the clock tick by minutes than an hour.

‘What’s taking him so long? Man, I really need to go the bathroom, I don’t think they’ll mind if I go find a restroom.’ he thought to himself as he left the waiting room.

The long hall was quiet and was the same on both sides. No signs marked the doors, which was starting to irritate Abbey.

Hallway after hallway, door after door he began to wonder if this was a maze. The silence started to become eerie as even floor dared not to make noise. The noise that did break the silence was moan and a soft cry, almost too quiet to pick up.

Abbey paused head tilting as he followed the sound, it was coming from one of the rooms. He debated if he should open it, but again he heard the cry. The knob was cold in his grasp as he turns it and opened the door.

The room was dark and stunk of urine and feces but it wasn’t till he turned on the light when the full horror was exposed. A woman was strapped naked to chair her eyes gored out with electrodes embedded into her skull. She lurched as electricity surged into her. Abbey screamed and fled room praying that he could find someone to help her.

His vision blurred as ran, he had to find someone, he just had to. As if an answer to his prayer he collided with someone who wrapped him in their arms. Abbey panted against the man’s chest when he finally looks up at the man. The man was the from the evening news, his dark eyes drilled into Abbey.

You must be… Mr. Bali… I’m Abbey Davidson and there is a woman back there who need help!”

“How peculiar, a young priest wandering these halls alone one might think you are up to something. A woman you say? You mean one of the patients we take good care of them, Mr. Davidson. Though there is a problem that needs to be dealt with now, it would seem one of my patients is having a terrible psychotic break. ”

“Wh..”

Abbey gasped as Mr. Bali slammed a needled into his neck, the serum burned when it was injected. Abbey pushed away from Mr. Bali as the hall began to tilt, while his knees buckled and he collapsed unconscious.


Ambrose III