Razor Boy
Legacy Name: Razor Boy

The shivering young man cowered in the black corner of the old warehouse. The moon was full in the sky, but the storm raging outside had completely obscured it's light. He had entered the decrepit building seeking shelter from the fearsome weather. It was better than nothing, but not by much. Holes had rusted through the roof and siding allowing the cutting winds and cold droplets steady entrance.

Three weeks. Three weeks on the run since his liberation. Freedom wasn't exactly what he'd imagined it would be, but Cousin Dupree assured him it would be better very soon. After all, a little cold and rain was nothing compared to what had been survived so far.

Lightning cut across the sky, briefly illuminating parts of his surroundings. Choked whimpers escaped his lips. He had always feared the electricity. But now he knew the effects more intimately. How it could manipulate ones body and mind. Another bright flash and his thin frame actually seized up, swept into a sensory memory. His hands clenching and unclenching. The slight figure then collapsed in on itself as the tension flowed out, leaving him weak and wracked with near silent sobs.

Years of torture will teach you to cry quietly.

Cousin Dupree whispered soothing nonsense into his ear trying, somewhat in vain, to calm him. They remained that way for an unknown amount of time before the young man's tears slowed and finally ceased. With his companion still murmuring to him, he eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

When he woke sometime later, strong moonlight filtered in slanted beams through the same holes that had admitted the earlier rain. He sat up stiffly taking in the silence and wondering where his companion had disappeared to. Then again, he was used to the odd comings and goings.

Alone with himself, his thoughts returned to his life prior to the past three weeks. They had hurt him. Over and over again. They told him he was crazy. That he was dangerous to himself and others, but it wasn't he who was torturing Them. They told him it was all for his own good. How could the electrocutions, the needles, the beatings be good for him? They were the insane ones.

After all, They told him Cousin Dupree wasn't real. That he was a figment of bad brain chemistry. He knew the truth though. He knew that CD was haunting him. A ghost. One whose company he truly hated and yet at the same time knew he deserved. One he found twisted comfort in at times.

No! No, it was They who were crazy. They who wanted to hurt others. He'd never electrocuted anyone. He'd never stuck them with needles that caused them to be unable to move properly. Unable to think properly. He helped people. Helped them with his sharps. Helped them the way he'd helped his cousin. Helped them feel. Helped them learn the errors of their ways. Cousin Dupree always knew who needed his help. He wasn't like them, forcing it on those who didn't need it.

They were the evil ones. The awful ones. The ones who needed to be locked up for treatment.

He looked around for his companion. Where had he gone? Had he left to scout their next moves? He didn't like it when CD left him. When he was gone sometimes others would come and talk to him. Others he didn't know and didn't always like. He curled back in on himself and began humming tunelessly. Maybe he could again fall to sleep and when he woke, Cousin Dupree would be back.

Trying to force himself to relax, he heard a low voice. He was sure he had never heard it before. It was deep and raspy, but extremely soothing. More than CD's ever was. He quieted and looked up.

Where?

He heard the voice again. It seemed to be whispering his name. Where was it coming from? He cocked his head to the side and then looked around the cavernous room. There... in the middle of a shaft of moonlight. But what was it?

The lovely voice beckoned him further. Slowly, stiffly, he approached the patch of moonlight. There in it's blue-white pool lay a very strange looking plush. It was moldered and mildewed from age and the elements. Faded shades of greens and blues glowing eerily in the moon's light. Rips and pulled seams ran here and there in the fabric. It was rather large. Maybe two and a half feet. Maybe more. It was hard to tell from the angle the toy was lying and the large jester type hat upon his head.

A short, strangled scream ripped from the man's lips as he felt hands suddenly run along his sides and across his stomach. A moment later he realized they belonged to the ghostly CD. This didn't make them any better though. There were reasons Cousin Dupree was a ghost after all.

As he stood there stiffly, another strangled sound filtered through his lips. The plush toy was rising. Maybe They were right. Maybe he was crazy after all.

'Not crazy,' the deep voice told him and he knew without a doubt it was the voice of the creature now standing in front of him. The creature holding out a lovely, sharply glinting scalpel for him. He held out a shaking hand to take the beautiful object as the ghostly hands of Cousin Dupree tightened their hold on him. Why wouldn't he let go? He was dead now and still he wouldn't let go.

'Use it,' the voice urged.

It wouldn't work though. He knew it. You can't kill a ghost. He'd tried.

'Use it!' the voice commanded and this time he obeyed. Stabbing backwards blindly and without hesitation. The scalpel hit resistance and sliced through just as it would have if there'd been true flesh. The hands holding him dissipated and he fell forward to his knees. The dank hands of the strange toy stroked his cheeks.

'From now on, I will protect you and in turn, we will go out and protect the world.'

The young man looked down at the object in his hand, already feeling the sticky blood that would soon coat it's surface. A large and less than sane smile stretched his chapped lips.

Yes, they would.



Artwork:

Thumbnail #1 by PiranhaPettingZoo, #2 by SoraNoRyu, #3 by SP00FEH, #4 by User not found: xxdarkdemonessxx911
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Credits:

Profile by Kali
Profile Quote from the song Razor Boy by Steely Dan
Profile Art by PiranhaPettingZoo
Story by pet