I'll Fix You

Chapter Two

CHAPTER 2

Bang!

Groaning angrily you hiss in frustration as you tug your pillow harder against your head. He'd been at it ever since 4am, screaming bloody murder, and trying desperately to break free of his cage. You were just about ready to throw a torch in there. However, the prospect of causing him more pain made your stomach twist itself in knots. Besides, his shrieks would most likely increase tenfold.

His shouts became louder and louder, almost as if he were yelling for you to wake up. Well, if that were his plan than he was definitely successful in it. Deciding it was now time to start your day, you swing your legs over the edge of the mattress and sit up. A small gasp escapes your lips and you freeze up, a hand flying to your chest. You groan quietly from the ache in your joints and the tender wound across your chest. Scolding yourself for your own stupidity, you continued your mission of getting on with your day.

Once you'd refreshed your hygiene you continued downstairs toward the kitchen. The screams seemed to have stopped, for now at least. Preparing yourself a light breakfast, you walked over to your laptop, your hopes of curing Josh playing with your heart strings.

Your first search was 'wendigos' which formed a rather alarming number of results. The stories, sites, news, videos, and even images were seemingly endless. This brought a smile to your face, 'determination filling your soul'. Clicking on the first website you began your research.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? You didn't know, but the burning in your eye sockets suggests a rather long time. You searched desperately but turned up with barely anything. Nearly everything was gossip of the same police reports, almost all of them agreeing that everyone that went to visit Josh's house of horrors were completely insane. Rage consumed your very being boiling up from your chest and into your throat. You wanted to punch, kick, stab, strangle, throw something, a frustrated scream just wouldn't do right now. You were close to slamming your laptop shut in outrage, but decided the possible consequences would cost you, literally. Instead, you chose to bite the skin around your knuckles. Biting down harshly - however not enough to draw blood - you blow through your nose, willing your frazzled nerves to calm down.

Your brown orbs glazed over with unshed tears, as your grip on you hand slowly loosened. Gently closing your laptop and tucking back into the carrier you leaned forward, elbows on the table's top and head resting in your hands. Running a thick strand of hair through your fingers was quickly able to bring you back from your depressed state. Clearly the Internet was not willing to aid you in your quest, so you supposed that you'd just have to rely on memory.

You replayed each event that took place while atop the Washington's mountain. Pain, fear, panic, horror, rage, anger, hope, determination, betrayal... no nothing! The emotions of the past weren't helping either, perhaps the conversations. Digging through your brain you tried desperately to remember the key details about the many talks you'd witnessed with your friends. The radio tower, the mines, the stranger, the Wendigo's, the miners, the... the sanatorium! The sanatorium, that was it! You remembered Mike telling you of his 'adventure' at the sanatorium. He spoke about the stranger, and his wolves, and the miners who'd become patients, and even the footage of one turning. God, you could only imagine having to witness such a grotesque sight. Not that anyone would wish to see something so horrifying.

Shaking your head vigorously to rid it of the thoughts, you hastily ate your breakfast before cleaning up, and heading into the garage. Deciding on stealing one of your father's old wool coats, you proceeded to open the driver's side door, and start the engine. It was nearly colder in the truck than it was outside. Blowing warm air on your freezing fingers you searched around the garage for some form of protection for your hands. You eyes landed on a table accompanied by one tool box. Making your way over to it you unbuckled it. While digging through the various tools, your numb fingers brushed against something much softer than metal. Pulling the mystery object out you breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing they were indeed work gloves. Nice and thick with artificial fur on the inside. Perfect!