Summer of '04(Under Construction)

Chapter 6 - Am I wrong to do this?

Here I stand, in front of the unconscious body of my sworn enemy, and I don't know what to do.

Wake him up, why don't you? He should feel everything you do to him whether it be torture or talk.
Davey, don't do this. Just let him go, just kill him, this is such a bad thing to do.
Yknow, I've only once ever seen the insides of a man, but maybe we might want to see them again. Maybe we might want to see the bloodied body of Mackey here.
What I said before is an understatement to this creep. You're horrifying.
I feel so horrible for this, I can't even handle it. Oh my god.
Yknow maybe if you two hadn't been here in the first place, then I wouldn't have had to fight my amazing point against you two. Maybe Mackey deserves a manhunt.
What are you saying?
I get it now. Oh my god I get it now.
What are talking about? What does this mean? I don't understand??
Finally, someone who sees who I am. Took you long enough.
When you said don't become Mackey, you said it too late. We have become what we hate.

I don't want to be what I am, but at this point I don't have anymore control. To see Mackey running for his life against me, is my one goal, and I think I know how I'll see it. I know the forest he put me in, and I know my way around it. I spent years mentally mapping out that forest, and I know every passage, place, and area. Mackey stands no chance against me, so after 20 years, it's time for a manhunt.

Of course I'd at least need a little consciousness from my subject, right? Don't you know it's better to have an awake victim than an unconscious one? Yeah let's get him out of my closet why don't we? Give him some fresh air.

I didn't know an unconscious Mackey would be so hard to carry. I mean come on? Well besides that I need to lock him up to something, and one of my chairs will work just fine. I'll pull up a chair and wait for him to come back.

He awoke practically screaming, which in his situation, pretty understandable.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I? DAVEY WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"
"Goodmorning Mr. Mackey."
His eyes were so open, you wouldn't even believe they were real.
"Welcome back to my apartment, doesn't seem like you miss it?"
"WHAT AM I DOING HERE???"

"Well Mr. Mackey, it seems you don't remember what you did to me. So I'll tell you. You tortured me, you gave me the worst life anyone could ever imagine. Now that you're within my grasp, I can't even explain all the things I want to do to you. You have spent the last 20 years of my life making sure I went through hell, and you were good at it. You don't even know what you put me through, and not a soul will, because they all assume I'm insane. Now that I truly am, I'll make sure you see every single ounce of this insanity that you've created. You'll die by the hands of your own creation, you selfless murderer. Some might say I've turned into you, but I'll be glad to say that I'm anything that isn't you. I've never killed anyone, I'm not a murderer yet, I am the one thing you could never be. If I do kill you, the police will know it as self defense, if I dont kill you, the police will assume you're still on the loose. Either way is a good outcome for me, but not for you. You either lose your life or your mind, your choice."

"GO AHEAD. CHOOSE."
He began to laugh, something I don't ever want to see.
"I don't have a mind to lose."

"If that's how you want to play it, I hope you have a good memory." Memory is his only chance, and I'm pretty sure he's got none of that.

It's hard to knock out a man once, but twice? Even harder, so I decided I'd chloroform the bastard like he did to me, and to see him struggle was the farthest from bad. God he was the worst, even if I thought maybe, just maybe, he could change, I'd have to yell at myself.

I bet you it'd be fun to chase the bastard.
Why are you so awful?
Why do you have to be so rude? God why did I have to go insane, considering I told myself not to years ago. It's what Mackey would want. He would want my mind more messed up than his, some anomaly to nature. I've become him, but better, someone who doesn't murder innocents. I am someone who came for vengeance, and I'll get it.