Stone Castle

Helping the help

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Sam got really drunk that night, more so than usual. Something came over him, a feeling that wouldn't go away. He kept trying to fill a whole that was only getting deeper. He made his way down into the cellar to find more because apparently Blaine had hidden them all from him. He didn't get mean or anything he just started getting strange. He was talking to people who weren't there and that frightened the warbler just a tad.

Well Sam ventured into the man cave and found the bottle of Campaign that Carlos had left open the previous night. He sat down and continued to drink. Its like every time the liquid passed his lips the voices stopped. Though if he didn't drink for more than a few seconds they would come roaring back. Halfway through the bottle he crashed to the ground holding his stomach. 

Acids came up, he ruined the carpet. More just kept flowing out of his mouth he was suffocating and couldn't manage to stop. when he finally did stop he blacked out. When next his eyes opened he was no longer in the man cave. He could tell he was still in the castle but he was lower than he had been before.

He struggled to his feet and peered down the long dark corridor. Thin fabric against the bases of his feet he realized his socks were gone. Looking back he did not see a way out. There was not ladder to climb to get back to the surface. He had no clue where he was and the only way to go was forward. So he embarked. One foot in front of the other he followed the small light all the way at the end passing several cut offs. just dark empty hallways. He reached a door and pushed it open. Inside he saw her. She was dangling from a set of pipes on the ceiling. she had pieces of flesh missing from various parts of her body, her thighs, her arms, a cut down her face. 

He pushed himself into the room and approached the girl. This was Jessie, he had never met her before and he placed a hand on her body causing her to wake up with a start. She began crying and calling out through the gauze in her mouth. He removed it slowly and she started to plead with him. "Help me." She begged. "He is eating me." 

"How nosy..." Carlos was standing in the frame of the door holding a dagger in his hand. Sam turned around feeling the room spin his head still hurting from the amount of alcohol he has consumed. "There was once a maid... she couldn't keep her hands off of the licker cabinet." Carlos snickered in telling his story. He sounded like a grandfather for a moment describing where he got his watch. "She found this room too... and she also found what was being kept down here... She didn't meet a happy ending..." He closed the door behind him and Sam charged at him. Carlos merely glided out of the way and Sam hit his head against the concrete wall.

He fell to the ground and his eyes shut in unconsciousness. He awoke surrounded by his own vomit. It was as though he never left. He pushed himself off the ground and looked around. The room was empty and the night was still raging on just outside the window. He walked to the door and looked back at the empty bottle on the night stand. He knew for a fact he had only drank half of it. He walked up the stairs feeling normality reform in his mind. 

Once he reached the top step he found the main chamber was empty. Though there was a light on in the kitchen. Zack was up and trying his best to move about and gather things he needed on his own. Sam brushed open the swinging door and Zack dropped everything in his hands crashing to his knees. He had been startled and felt absolutely helpless. The rain outside created a feeling in him he did not enjoy. He was in pain and the thunder only made it worse. 

"I'm trying." He whispered. Sam knelt down and started helping him pick some things up. They cleaned up the mess and sat down at the island on stools across from eachother. "Cody isn't back yet..." They were silent for a moment. "You know... you may think i'm crazy but i saw him today... when i fell off of Daphnee he came up to me... he said something to me." 

Sam wanted to tell him he wasn't crazy. He wanted to tell Zack what he had seen in the cellar. He couldn't. He didn't want to believe what he saw nor did he want to convince Zack his brother was dead. "you were hurt pretty bad... they say that when you experience enough trauma your mind will create something beautiful to distract you."

"This was not beautiful... This was fucking terrifying." He spat. He had this look in his eyes that made Sam feel like shit for saying what he did. "He looked dead... he had chunks of flesh missing from his body." images flashed in Sam's head as Zack spoke. "A ring around his neck... his wrists were broken." The Calvin Klein underwear model placed a hand on the horse jockey's. The look in his eyes was sympathetic. 

Blaine rubbed his eyes and stepped out of his boudoir coming down the staircase cautiously. He couldn't see a thing but he needed to know that Sam was okay. He made it to the kitchen and opened the door. He saw them sitting there and felt relieved. "Zack... you're out of bed." Blaine said sorrowfully. "Cody still hasn't come back yet." Sam looked at his lover. The two of them made eye contact and Zack could tell they were both looking at him like he was weak. He hated that feeling. 

Carlos casually entered the room brushing past Blaine and opening the fridge he pulled out a dish of prime fresh cuts and hovered over to the stove. "Anyone hungry." He said kindly. Sam simply stared as Blaine sat down next to his lover and said: "yes actually." Carlos grinned widely but no one could see. His back was to them as he lie down the pan on the hot iron and poured vegetable oil across its surface. After a couple seconds it started to pop and crackle. He dropped a few pieces of flesh onto the hot surface and the snaps got louder. He portioned salt, and steak seasoning onto the pink wet tender loins that were smoking already. The smell was putrid but no one really noticed, except of course Sam. 

Carlos brought the pan over to the center of the island and divided out brown cooked meat onto the plates before the boys. "I'm good." Sam said shortly before Carlos had a chance to place any in front of him. Carlos pulled back and furrowed his brow questioningly. Sam simply pulled up his shirt to reveal he had no meat on his bones. "I have to keep up my image." Carlos chuckled. "Of course... i apologize." Carlos didn't talk like that. Everyone who knew him knew that. However when these strangers were around he had this personality that seemed old fashioned. Zack dug his fork in the flesh and moved it around. He got an eerie feeling and doubled over in to the trashcan. He chucked up bits and pieces of nothing but acid for he had not eaten since the day before. Carlos was quick to grab a rag and wipe his lips. "Such a pretty boy." He said gently. Zack merely looked back into those eyes and saw the true evil they held.