I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Poison kicked open his bedroom door, and stepped into his bedroom with a deep scowl on his face. The door banged against the wall with such a brutal force that the doorknob went right through the wall, making a hole. Poison didn’t seem to care as he reached behind him to slam it shut again with his black combat boots. He crossed the room in quick strides to plop the frail boy onto the floor, not caring what pain he could have caused him. Frank let out a small cry as he painfully woke up to gently rub his aching backside. His vision was instantly blinded by the sunlight piercing through a window, before a shadow swept over him and blocked it from hurting his eyes. The shadowed form tightly grabbed ahold of Frank’s wrist before shoving them into familiar cuffs to secure him again. Frank let out a whimper as everything was slowly coming back to him; the people downstairs, the intestines, the blood, him almost being choked to death. Frank’s eyelids fluttered back open for a second time to see the shadow take form into his kidnapper. Poison was currently stomping all over his room as he scrounged up objects into his arms only to take them out into the hallways, and return a minute later to collect some more. Frank had no idea what was going on, until his ears picked up a loud crash out in the hallway. Instantly, he curled up into himself, and covered his ears in fear of what was going to happen to him.

Outside of the bedroom, Citrus, Basil, Azure, and Canary stood watching at the top of stairs as random objects and small furniture came fly out of Poison’s room. They all were wide eyed as they listened to the sound of wood being splintered apart to also be thrown out of his room. It was difficult for the young ladies to piece together what the wooden chunks once were, until a shredded pillow and blankets came afterwards.

“D-Did he just-“ Basil started off, but was interrupted by Canary.

“Rip his own bed into pieces? Yes, yes he did.” She answered, watching as another pile of wooden chunks be tossed out into the hallway.

“Now, what the hell is that?” Citrus questioned, gesturing to the new wooden pile.

Azure frowned before recognizing a piece of metal attached to one of them. “I think that’s his dresser.”

Basil’s brows furrowed as she looked at the others. “What’s wrong with him?”

Canary shook her head. “I don’t know, but I’m starting to think it’s not about us anymore.”

Azure sighed and shook her head. “I’ve never seen him act like this over anyone or anything.”

“Well then it has to be Black Opal. Poison didn’t start acting like this until he showed up.” Citrus concluded, before the sound of Poison’s approaching combat boots interrupted them. The girls all shut their mouths at once as Poison stepped out of his room to look down at the pile, before noticing the group of girls watching from the top of the stairs. They didn’t have to see under Poison’s mask to know that he was violently upset about something. Pointing one finger in their direction, Poison called Basil’s name, making the blood drain from her face.

“Y-Yes, Po-Poison?” Basil stammered out in a tiny voice, her hands clutching onto the back of Azure and Canary’s shirt.

Poison pointed down to the pile of crap that he just tore apart with his bare hands. “Take it out back. Burn it all. Now.”

Basil and the girls surveyed the objects. They took notice of not only his furniture, but also his prized possessions, such as his comics, sketchbooks, paintings, and CDs.

“HEY!” Poison shouted, causing the girls to jump and stare back up into the green eyes behind the yellow mask. Poison unsheathed his huge knife that was still smeared with Cinnamon’s blood as a warning to them.

“Don’t make me have to tell you twice. Move it.” Poison threatened before heading down the hall towards the late Cinnamon’s room. The girls jumped straight to work without another word, taking every tiny splinter they could find along with them.

Inside Poison’s room, Frank’s vision had finally adjusted back to normal, and he could now see that he was in an empty room. There was only the hardwood floor, walls, and two windows now. Frank struggled to sit up, but didn’t have the strength to. All he could hear was shouting from outside the bedroom door. Frank tried to crawl across the room to the closet doors but discovered that his right wrist was chained to the wall behind him. The pounding of his captor’s boots could be heard approaching the door, and soon he was entering the rom. Poison didn’t pay Frank any mind as he headed for the windows with a box of nails, a hammer and some plywood. Frank cowered back against the wall, and covered his eyes with his hands so he wouldn’t see what his kidnapper was going to do to him. But Poison didn’t care about Frank right now, he had more important things to worry about as he began to board up the windows to block out any form of light. Frank flinched every time he heard the hammer violently hit the nail, and carefully peeked from behind his hand to see what his captor was up to. Soul gripping terror consumed Frank when he saw how dark it all of a sudden was and what was causing it. His captor was boarding up the windows! Frank immediately started crying again, and desperately tried to pull out of his thick cuff so he could escape out of there.

“Wha-what are you doing!?” Frank cried, watching the dark form with red hair tense up and freeze from hammering a nail completely down. The sound of Frank’s terrified voice made him pause.

That simple action of hesitation alone told Frank that he might have what it takes to stop him. Perhaps by talking him out of it, Frank could get his kidnapper to reconsider whatever his plan was. It probably seemed weird that Frank was all of sudden afraid of the dark, considering the fact that he spent almost all of his time blindfold, but there was just something about being imprisoned in a room with complete darkness that felt a hundred times more horrifying than being blindfolded.

“P-Please, don’t do this! I don’t want to be in the dark! Look, I-I’m sorry about trying to escape, ok? I promise to never ever do that behind your back again, just please…stop this.” Frank pleaded, his cheeks tear stained as he watched the shadowy form of his kidnapper stand completely still, not moving a muscle.

“Please.” Frank weakly choked out.

Poison squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out Frank’s words from convincing him. He had believed Frank would eventually be willing to stay, but as the days went by, Frank continued to fight him every chance he got. This was hard for Poison, harder than anything he’s ever really done. Inhaling sharply, Poison continued to hammer the boards down to his window, refusing to give into Frank’s soft words.

Frank’s heart dropped when he realized that his kidnapper wasn’t listening to him. The more boards that were put up to shut out the light, the more frantic Frank became. He screamed for Poison to stop over and over again until the room was completely pitch black. Frank panted heavily, his throat felt like it was closing as he searched the darkness for some shred of light. Poison headed for his bedroom door, the sounds of his boots on the hardwood floor making Frank hyperventilate. What was Poison going to do to him, Frank couldn’t help but wonder, but Poison wasn’t coming for him.

Poison opened his bedroom door to kick a small bucket in Frank’s direction, before stepping out and locking the door behind him. Frank sat in silence, not being able to see anything in the darkness. He pulled his knees closer to his chest so he could cry without having to acknowledge the darkness. His captor abandoned him in a dark room by himself. Frank couldn’t believe it. He was by himself. Alone.

Frank’s cries evolved into sobs, his sobs into wails, and his wails into screams. Frank began to bang against the wall with his fists. He even tried yanking and pulling at his chain but that did no good. So he continued to scream endlessly in the dark.

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Everyone, except for Sable and Kobra, ran scattering for their rooms when Poison came back, trudging down the stairs like a zombie. Dash was currently helping Jet and Drummer drag Cinnamon’s giant body out the back door to be buried in the woods, so he wasn’t there to cause his usual trouble. The couple in the living room were listening to the screams of Black Opal from above, until Sable abruptly broke away from cuddling against Kobra’s side. Poison had stopped right outside the living room, and was looking down at the floor with blank eyes. Kobra could tell something was wrong and had leaned forward in his seat to ask Poison about Frank and his endless screaming.

“Poison-“

Poison’s low threatening voice cut him off. “NO ONE…can touch him. Not Ray, not Brian, not Jeremy, Ayden, Stefan, Ayeka, Dana, Maria, or Jazmin. I don’t want to see him in the same room as them, being spoken to by them, or breathing the same air as them. Are we clear, Michael?”

The tone Poison was using was an unfamiliar one that sent shivers down Kobra’s spine, something Poison hadn’t been able to do since Kobra found out about his secret hobby of killing. Not to mention he also addressed Kobra by his actual name. That alone told him that Poison was being serious and it would be wise of him to listen. Kobra stood up from his seat on the couch. Sable followed him.

“We hear you, Gerard.” Kobra softly assured him, watching his older brother’s behavior closely, just in case he decided to get physical with them as a warning to back off.

Poison was about to head towards the kitchen when a thought popped into his head that had him pause in his steps. Sable slipped her hand into Kobra’s, when Poison turned to face them again to point his finger directly at her.

“And don’t think that doesn’t apply to you and Masika.” Poison warned sternly, making his brother chuckled and shake his head in amusement.

“Now, you’re insulting me, brother. How stupid do you think we are?”