Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 30 | Feed My Frankenstein

There was a part of me that feared getting to that second book. I felt like it had to be worse than what I decoded in the first. I'm still trying to figure out what exactly I was told out of that book. They know something we don't about us. Sometimes people lie to protect someone but who would they be protecting? The whole thing didn't make sense.

I tried to watch Twiggy and Angelo, to see if I could figure it out. There's nothing that would make them insane. Twiggy is a little... offbeat, but he's not unsafe. He knows right from wrong. If anyone in this place didn't belong, it was Angelo. He was only here to stay with the love of his life. The only reason he fights alongside us is to have something to do. It's got to be a misprint or something. Ryan had to have gotten wrong. That's just the problem though. Ryan doesn't get things wrong.

I've gotten things wrong plenty of times. That's why he helps me with my traps and torture devices. My book smarts are nothing compared to his. He understands calculations and all that shit. I was glad to be getting back into liberating lost souls. Ryan looked over some plans I had for a new machine. Once he got all the kinks out, it was my job to build it. I cleaned out the mess from my last game so I could start anew.

It's been a few days since I last saw Mike. I don't want to wait this long but I didn't want them to take away my rights to see him completely. Sometimes during the day I'll find an excuse to walk that way just to see if he's restless or not. I don't dare get to close because I don't want to talk the chance he'll hear my voice or smell my perfume. It's not hard to hear his screaming all the way down the hall. It echoes through the entire wing.

There was a small knock on the door. I was expecting it to be Chris or one of the others but it was Ricky. After losing his father, I didn't want to be a bitch to him. His approach was docile. As long as he plays nice, I will too.

"Hey." I murmured, keeping my head down and my hands busy.

He sighed and took slow steps towards me, "Hey. What're you working on?"

"Oh, just the usual. Chaining a meat cleaver to a table. What else is new?" I said somewhat somberly. The air between us was awkward and I couldn't really manage much of a joke. I pursed my lips, letting my hands relax for a minute. "I'm sorry about how I treated you before you left. If I knew why you were leaving, I would've never snapped at you like that."

"It's alright. I didn't exactly give you a reason to treat me nicely. We have a lot to talk about," He sighed heavily, "But I have a lot of work to get done. One of the guys that's a few steps above me is retiring soon. Which means I get a promotion, and they're going to have a gala to honor him. I know we're not exactly together right now, but I also know you don't get many opportunities to put on your nicer dressers..."

"Is that your attempt of asking me to go with you?" I replied with a small smirk.

Ricky titled his head to the side like a puppy. He knows that gets me. "If it was, would you say yes?"

I couldn't help but smile. Of course I still was mad at him. I also still love him, and like he said, I never get to dress up. It's not like we're going to have another event like this anytime soon. Might as well take the opportunity.

"Sure." I told him, "But I want a new dress. I'm thinking something red, maybe with a little gold."

He shook his head but he was smiling, "Fine. Whatever you want. I'll just be happy to take you to a nice dinner and get to dance with you. I don't think we've danced together since our wedding."

"I haven't danced with you, at least." I teased him.

"Right." Ricky lost his smile, diverting his eyes, "Speaking of, they can't get Mike to settle down. If you get some free time, please try to go help him. He's not eating either but I don't want to have to force feed him."