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Chapter Ten.

I unleashed it. 

It came from deep within.  A dark, hidden corner within my soul.  Hidden under everything else that made me who I am.  

It was powerful.  It was strong.  

But it made me feel something.  Something that I haven't felt ever since I entered this cold, strange world.

It made me feel alive.  

And it scared them.

At least...  that was what I thought considering they were no longer in front of me.  The horrific visions of my aunt and her friend.  The terrifying red beast.  All that was in front of me now was a vast field, devoid of everything save for dull-gray grass for as far as my eye  could see.  Everything above the grass was a lighter gray, like a thick fog, yet it didn't cover the grass at all.  

It was just me and the gray until I heard the sniffle behind me.  

Timmy was there.  He was crying.  Color and faded back into his skin.  He sat cross-legged on the ground.  His tiny hands held together in his lap when they weren't wiping away the tears he tried to hold back. 

"What happened?  How did...?  How did we get here?"

Timmy looked up.  He was almost crying harder now. 

"They'll still find us.  They always do."

"What do they want?  We're here now.  They could have done whatever the hell they wanted to!"

"They used to.  They don't anymore.  Not with you around."

"What does that mean?"

"You...  you scared them, April.  You scared them really good.  How did you do that?"

"I don't know."

"What did it feel like?  To do that."

"It felt...  like I was screaming so that everyone could hear me. "

"They did, April.  They sure did."

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Roger Bryson III. 

That was his name.

Roger Bryson III. 

Black Jack's his game.

Roger Bryson III.

He'll make you wanna scream and shout.

Roger Bryson III.

That's what it's all about.

That is...  what it is...  all about.  

Right?

Not the screaming head of a woman he had sex with three, maybe four times.  Five if we count that one where he wasn't sure if it happened for either of them (yay $3 happy hour and Tiny Spot). 

But that was it.  Nothing serious.  Nothing that was supposed to lead him to this dank room in this dark building and force him see the scariest thing he had ever fucking seen.

Ever.

The screaming had stopped, but inside his head it was still happening. 

He looked for the coroner and the cop.  Neither could be seen.  All that resides in this room right now is Roger and the head of April...