Intercepts

by T.J. Payne

I am no longer tethered to the concept of space and time.

Being tortured by an Evil so profound that my weakened mind cannot fully grasp its form.

She suddenly didn’t feel safe with her eyes closed.

She’d open the door and the woman would be there, screaming into her face and scraping off her skin.

They roamed around her head, searching. Always searching.

They couldn’t be real. Monsters like that are never real.

It sucked to have someone you respected diagnose you as a whack-job.

He just happened to be one of those sociopaths who’s on the good team.

It were as if she wanted to scrape out her own heart because she somehow blamed it for pumping the pain throughout her body.

She was naked, but there wasn’t an inch of flesh coloring on her.

White room. Red room. White room. Red room.

Joe walked past him, grabbed the flat-screen monitor from the desk, and in one single, fluid motion, pivoted around and SLAMMED it into the side of Aguirre’s head.

Hannah was certain that she could see a thin smile embedded on Bishop’s lips.

It was a fury and viciousness that didn’t exist in nature.

“Do you feel it yet?” she asked. “Do you feel the pain?”

“Because… because despite his extensive injuries… he’s always smiling.”