The Phantom of The Doors

Chapter 10- One of my turns

   I was scared, I felt my whole body tremble in fear. My love, stranded up there beyond my reach was the most heartbreaking thing. I just stood in shock. I was motionless.
    "Joy, don't leave me now, don't make me kill a man. But if i have to, i will." Despite the fact I didn't love him at all, i would have to be with him for the rest of my life. "You don't deserve her you pathetic bat." Said mick straining. Jim then gave no hesitation, the anger rose up like thick smoke and encaved his brain. Jim let go of Mick and watched his body hit the stage.
       I couldn't do anything, i felt so helpless. I was trapped. While i was watching Jim, Ray tied me to a chair. Jim then jumped slid down the curtains. From which i can tell, mick was still alive. Every little glimpse became so painful. The audience was raging of fear and disgust, but as always, jim took care of them too. Before the show there was a large dinner to celebrate the production. And without notice jim poured a vicious amount of poison into the wine that was served. Everyone who attended the show would perish in approximately one hour. Not only that, but no one could escape. Jim had bolted the doors shut.
         Ray guarded the stage. Everyone who would attempt to climb onto it would either get slit in the throat or jabbed in the stomach several times. Jim stood there smiling, letting the vision of death give him the pleasures he'd be hoping to see. Suddenly I tried to move the chair, but he saw me and turned his head to face my direction. Those eyes, now crimson from the reflection of blood, met mine. Then I couldn't hear anything but the slow sound of his footsteps and the intense breathing from his nostrils. This walk was the scariest thing I've ever seen. Each step was louder than the one before. Every muscle was tense, and his face showed no expression. Suddenly he got to me. He then drew his fist and swung. He hit me in the jaw. I thought for a moment that the side of my face was gone. It started throbbing. I looked back at Jim and a tear ran down my face. The pain was so unbearable, i could barely tolerate it.
           As Jims pupils in his eyes enlarged even more he said, "I gave you that mask... so you could be like me." His voice started shaking. "I believe I never showed you the rest of my face...I thought I wouldn't need to if you'd only would wear the mask...WELL you'll need one now babe." Jim then pulled off the mask that covered half of his face forever.
           His jaw was missing skin and was out of line. It was horrifying. I wanted to look away, but i just couldn't. I cried even harder. "What did that to you?" I asked. Jim then sat down by my chair. "I was backstage at a show one night, I'd just preformed Light my fire. As I walking to my car in a drunken state, i was ambushed by a group of people. One of them happened to be... Mick Jagger. I was beaten, i had large rocks thrown at me. One of them shattered a mirror on my head. It knocked me out. They then shoved me in a car and set it on fire as a prank to my song. The media had thought i had  perished. But a man saved me..." I looked at him strangely, "Who?" Jim looked into my eyes, "Your father."