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[dreamsofnoah]

Allen! Come and play with me!

You'll regret it if you don't ♥


Because I'm going to play whether you turn up or not.


Hmm~, speaking of which, I'm running out of toys. I feel sooo much more bored today than usual.

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[He's jerked out of the mental refuge as the pain vanishes. That's not right--he needed that! Justin scrambles for another distraction, but he's trapped. The cell is getting smaller and the silence is roaring in his ears, and there's nothing he had do. He wants to claw himself until he bleeds, but his arms aren't obeying his commands.

Justin shuts his eyes; he doesn't want to watch the world shrink around him suffocatingly. The view inside isn't any better. There are too many pictures engraved on the inside of his eyelids--Richard's corpse sprawled out on the rocks, Lisa's back as she left for the final time, his mother's cold face. There's Cassie, smug... tricking him into confessing. She destroyed it all, even after he had saved her. There's Richard again. The mortician did a good job; the body didn't look like it had suffered a fifty-foot fall. White tuxedo, white coffin linings, sent off like the angel his family thought he had been.

There was no justice in the world. No mercy. There wasn't even pain, just thought after thought at that silence that was boring a hole through Justin's skull.]

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[dreamsofnoah]

[No, Justin, there is no justice or mercy in the world. Road had promised to show him, hadn't she? And now she was. It wasn't even anything she was doing herself, she was only showing him what he'd already seen, what he already knew and tried to hide from.

But she's getting bored of watching. She gets bored so very easily, and she wants more responsive toys to play with. Besides, she's shown him what she wanted to, she got what she wanted. She leaves him there, pinned to the wall - he'll have to dig that candle out himself once he snaps out of it. He'll probably come around in a little while, even if it'll be quite some time before he can distinguish between what's real and what isn't.]