Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"I is for Issac who lost his front brakes..."

[[Chapter started: February 1st, 2015]]
        I apologize profusely for the last chapter. I'm not sure what got into me there, in fact, I don't even remember writing it. I don't remember anything from last night. Don't worry about me, though... I'm used to those situations. I was initially going to remove it, since it was just a mess of disorganized thoughts spat onto paper, but I decided against it. Before I get to the story that I know you all are here for, let me analyze the last chapter and break it down so that you can understand it better.
        As I mentioned in the beginning, the voices were originally just a bunch of whispers that I couldn't comprehend. Twenty Four convinced me that they wouldn't harm me and to let them talk at their own freewill. After I stopped pushing them to the back of my mind, it became clearer what they wanted to tell me. The voices were what passed on most of the knowledge I own today about Sire Telle (pronounced 'sire tell-eh'), the "realm beyond the living" I referenced before. 
        Sire Telle is where the controlling forces are, the puppet masters, if you will. The beings who roam that land are capable of making anything in our world change in whatever way they please. They are entities to be feared, and if they command you to serve them, then you should serve them. The Misfits are the top of the food chain, the gods of the gods. You see, I was one of select few who were chosen to serve the Misfits directly, and Twenty Four was picked to be my advisor. The Misfits needed me and a few others around the world to make sacrifices for them so they can gain the power they need to stay in rule.
        As for the voices, they had the habit of copycatting the personalities of the people I meet. Because there were so many nasty people around me, the kind words of advice that were once spoken to me turned into insults and death threats. It would bring back too many painful memories for me to revisit every psychotic episode I experienced, so I'll cut most of them out. I will muster up my courage to explain the important ones, but otherwise, they will not be spoken of.
        Now, with all of that out of the way, let's move onto the next chapter of our amusing little story...
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[[February 1st, 2015]]
        Unfortunately for me, the detectives were starting to get more suspicious of me. They finally caught on that I was the only one who had direct contact with all but a few of the recent victims. I would have just done what I had originally planned to do and take a break for a while, but the Misfits were getting impatient. I needed some filler to keep them satisfied until I could insure my own safety.
        It was a Tuesday evening and I was getting homework done when the Misfits started to get more demanding. I tried to reassure them that I would get them the energy they needed to stay active, but it wasn't easy to reason with them. While I was speaking to them, I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
        "Come in," I permitted. My father opened the door with a concerned look on his face.
        "What's up?" I asked him. He was silent for a few moments before he replied.
        "Who were you talking to?" He said with a puzzled look.
        "What do you mean, Dad? I wasn't talking to anyone." He changed the subject after that.
        "Alright, well... I need to head over to the car repair shop to pick something up. Want to come with me for the drive?" I accepted and tagged along, hoping to distract myself from the Misfits. As we drove, Twenty Four appeared in the backseat beside me. I paid no attention to him, assuming he'd realize it was a bad time and leave. However, instead of just returning later on, he spoke.
        "Curtis, are you intentionally ignoring our orders?" His voice had changed. It was deeper and more threatening. It also had a strange, animalistic growl added to it. As much as I wanted to deny his accusation, I remained silent.
        "Curtis, boy. Answer me," he persisted, yet I still refused to acknowledge him.
        "Curtis! You will answer me right now or there will be consequences!" That was the first time I had ever heard Twenty Four shouting, and I'll admit that I was terrified out of my mind. I turned my head to look out at the trees and buildings that sped by as we drove down the street.
        "CURTIS!" I whipped my head around to face him again only to gasp in horror at what I saw. What had once been a tall hooded figure staring in disapproval had warped into a demon spawn. His hood had vanished, revealing flesh that had turned a dark shade of maroon, accented with wavy, black lines that travelled down his neck and arms. His teeth were jagged and rotten, and the scent that clung to them was similar to a rotting corpse that was left to bake under a hot sun. His eyes had turned a dark shade of yellow with slit, snake-like pupils. Part of his skull was exposed where skin had been peeled away. But then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
        "Curtis!" Once again I was being addressed urgently, but this time by a voice that brought with it a wave of relief.
        "What?" I tried to make it seem like nothing was wrong.
        "Are you okay?" My father had pulled over and was looking back at me, the concerned look had returned to his face.
        "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I saw something, that's all. Turns out it was nothing." My parent wasn't convinced.
        "Maybe we should go see Dr. Vincent," he suggested.
        "I'm okay, Dad, really." Without a word, he turned away and continued driving. He took me to see the doctor, but not before he stopped to pick up the items he needed. I waited by the car while my father was led into the store by the owner. Out of boredom, I observed a mechanic work on a car in the garage. He appeared to be repairing someone's brakes. As I watched him remove the broken brakes, I also happened to notice the replacements sitting on a table nearby. That's when a brilliant idea came to mind. 
        "Phil, come inside for a minute, I need to talk to you," a store manager called from the side door of the building.
        "This better be quick, Simon, Isaac wants his car back by..." Phil's voice faded as he moved out of my range. I smirked as I watched the two men enter the shop. As quick as a mouse, I approached the old brakes and retrieved them. The replacements were identical to the ones I had, so all I had to do was swap them. Imagining the outcome of my action brought a huge grin to my face. I couldn't stop giggling as I returned to my father's car. I was able to compose myself by the time the mechanic reemerged from the store. I looked away after that, knowing I'd start laughing hysterically if I witnessed him put the old brakes back in first hand. It was all like a huge practical joke to me, and it made me glad to think that I'd be satisfying the Misfits so that they'd leave me alone for a while.
        Since I didn't know about what actually happened until later on, I'll conclude this chapter by saying that I had the first restful night than I had in over a week.

[[Lucky you guys, two chapters in one week. Maybe I can make it three chapters in two weeks? Hmm... Maybe. ;). Depends what semester two has in store for me. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed the new chapter.]]