Shouse was completely involved with his work and noticed nothing around him, not even Amy who was peeking from around the corner at him while he used his tools masterfully. It was a blur, a mindset he usually got in when he was intent on doing something and his anger for Wesley increased this separation from the outside world. His first creature was one of life, this new one was of death. He took 2dogs apart meticulously piece by painful piece to create the ultimate killer. The screams could be heard many miles away and the town folk started wondering what was happening in the cursed castle. Their superstitious way about them only served to intensify the gossip about the secret experiments. Amy covered her eyes many times and looked away, but kept looking back to see what her idol, Shouse would do next. Not even the brutal and insidious torture of the person who saved her could detour her infatuation of Shouse. When suddenly Shouse looked deep into 2dog's eyes and then took out his heart and raised it above him almost as if it were a trophy, and the pleasure in Shouse's eyes disturbed Amy. As she stood there with her eyes wide, she started to feel something inside her bloom like a flower does in the rays of sun light. At first it was almost unnoticeable until finally the feeling was overwhelming to the point of explosion. Right there on the corner stone wall she started gagging, she tried to contain herself but eventually threw up the chocolate she had just eaten in town a few minutes earlier.

Frightened and worried for her own life, she started running and didn't stop until her legs gave out. Not that Shouse noticed anyway, that dank old chamber smelled of worse things than vomit, like the decomposing body parts that had been deemed unusable. And his furious concentrated anger merely caused him to lose all touch with the outside world and it's influences. There he stood, with the heart of his mostly faithful servant in his hands. Bright red blood running down his hand and dripping onto the floor. His anger started to subside and his mind started to become aware of his surroundings. He stood there minute after minute staring at the blood dripping on the floor and lost all other senses. Drip upon drip the blood had become a small puddle and the drops on the puddle of blood were like a pebble being cast upon a lake. The drops sprang out to the edges and then in upon itself then another drop repeated this cycle again and again. A old face started to appear within the puddle. Looking more closely he noticed he was the old man looking back at him. Oh how he never had fun like the other kids. His mind started to wander back to the days of his childhood, when he had to always work. His entire family worked a farm and of course with a farm came chickens. This one chicken used to always peck at his feet and one day Shouse had enough of it and picked that one to have for dinner. As he sat there eating, the freshly cooked chicken was rather tasty but one bite served to lodge a piece of bone in his throat. If it had not been for his parents, he surely would have choked to death. That's when the idea came to him. "Yes!! A Killer.. Chicken!" Raising the heart even higher, "It's brilliant, no one shall expect a chicken to be their end. This is righteously karmic. Wesley the man who would be king, killed by a pretty little chicken. Yes! Yes!!"

A towel was wrapped around her body and she spoke so softly that Shouse for a second lost himself. He had ventured out of his castle to go to the market in town. He needed a few chickens to experiment on and truly dreaded the looks that were always to follow by the town folk as he made his way there. So he took a back road and upon doing so came upon a bunch of beautiful women. "Kind sir, what be'ist your name?" She stood there with her hand clutched to her chest, concealing the new blue two piece bathing suit she just bought a few days before. Mumbling a bit, he was not really comfortable around women. "Umm, my name is.. My name is.. Shouse." She looked at him with such lovely soft brown eyes and said, "Shouse, why don't you come and swim with us in the pool for awhile?" Shouse was happy that there was at least one person in the country that did not know him and especially the nasty true rumors. Yet he always made a fool of himself around women. "But my lady, I have no bathing suit to wear." She started laughing as did all the others when she took his hand and lead him to the pool. "Shouse, you need not a bathing suit, look around, there is no one to see. Come, swim with us.." She then took off her bathing suit as did the other women. Shouse thought about his work and revenge against Wesley. He thought of every reason why he should not get into this pool with three lovely nude women but he just couldn't, so he stripped down and into the pool he went.

Amy passed out on the field of a neighboring nobleman, and woke up under the stars. As she laid there, tears came to her eyes. It wasn't because she cared that much for 2dogs, not that he deserved what happened to him either, but how her idol Shouse had taken such pleasure in the death of him. To Amy now, Shouse was a monster. All those rumors started nagging at her and she layed upon the ground crying. Weeping so loud that a squirrel strangely came up to her. She looked at the squirrel, and waved her hand as in to scare it away. "Shoou! Leave me be. Don't you see I'm sad?" The squirrel did not budge and instead started scratching his head. Amy's tears subsided and she stared at the little creature. "Oh you are one cute squirrelly." Then the squirrel did something totally unexpected and amazing. "Hello baby, That's right.. I'm a naughty squirrel.. Love me!! Love me!!" Amy shook her head in disbelief. "Did you say something?" The squirrel walked a bit closer and, "Yes baby, my name is Senior Quantez. I'm the talkin and lovin squirrel. Love me!" Amy did not know what to make of this. "What in the world, why in the world, how in the world are you talking and why are you hitting on me?" The squirrel backed away and Amy started to think perhaps she was delusional or something. She got to her feet and started walking. As she walked through the forest, the trees seemed to call out to her. A few times she bumped her head against a stray branch and she was totally lost. A few branches in front of her started to move. "Hello! Is anyone there?" Amy squinted her eyes and grabbed a big stick to defend herself. The same squirrel came up to her and started dancing. "What in the hell is going?" she said. The squirrel winked it's eye and started chuckling. "Hey baby, lets get a room." Amy swung the stick and hit the squirrel dead on and he went flying through the air. He landed on a branch, the wind knocked out of him. "Oh baby, you like it rough. I love it!! Wee hee!" Amy started running, freaked out and didn't know what was going on. How incredible and impossible a squirrel was talking and not only that, was hitting on her. This was truly bizarre and unexplainable. Plus what she had witnessed Shouse do earlier to 2dogs and she didn't know what to do. If she found someone she would surely tell them everything, but perhaps best to leave out the strange part of the squirrel.

I'm going to have to come back to read this after I get some sleep.

a naughty squirrel. now I know what was missing from the Wizard of OZ.

Ok is that a warning to beware of the squirrels in the forest?

Not all squirrels are like that one. Most will at least buy you a cup of coffee before they start hitting on you.

Killer chicken, yeah!!!

I just read this all the way through, and all I can say is "wow".

I know, I know it's unbelievable, huh?

That's some real talent there. I hope that talent is used for good, not evil.

I like being one of the stars of our movie.

I should be happy that I was left out of it. And I am.

Hey Harold I'm sure you will be in the story before to long. The big question is will you live very long.

Well everyone here shall be included into the story and.. I'm not sure everyone will like their part. But anywhoo, a little controversy and humor goes a long way. Harold don't think for a second you are going to get away that easy, the roles of people here are just starting to be focused. I ask everyone to share their ideas and write about it. The more wacky the better. The different take on the concept and way of writing will give fresh ideas to the whole and will make a better story.

This will prove to be very interesting.

He had a curious and frightening dream the night before. It was rather strange, seeing as he rarely ever had dreams and if he did he didn't really remember them for too long afterward. Well his dream started out naive enough, it was completely dark and of course he didn't know it was a dream at the time. As he tried to make his way around in the darkness as if it were something to be expected, a distant light drew his attention. He peered closer to the dim light and what he saw was bewildering and questioned his entire existence. There he was looking at himself from afar, or someone who looked exactly like him. As he made his way closer he questioned the validity of what he was seeing and thoughts overwhelmed him. 'Was this person over there the real me? Was he just a copy of the one who was strapped down? If he is the real Bruce then who am I? If he is a copy of me then why do I have some need to figure out this bewildering situation?' When he came along side, the other Bruce asked him to release the straps that bounded his arms and legs. Bruce didn't know what to do, but he had to do something, if not then what was the meaning of the whole thing. All of a sudden, upon releasing the other Bruce, he became the one on the table strapped down. He pleaded with the other one to help but he just mockingly laughed at his naiveness and casually walked away.

He tried to move but he was trapped in his own body. His screams silent, his heart racing, his punches weak and futile. Above him stood the one thing he thought he'd never really have to face. It wasn't that he thought of himself as immortal, just that he was somehow out of death's reach. The shadowy figure was truly a phantom of the night. Nothing about it seemed clear and it's body naturally blended into the darkness surrounding it. The only realization of it's presence was the visible smoky shadows that existed within it's hollow expression. Death reached it's hand out and slid it into his heart. It wasn't as if death was taking the life from him, it was death itself that was becoming part of him. Death was infiltrating his body with a natural tendency like it had done a billion times before to other people. The Bruce who used to be was slowly fading to the background and his entire life and purpose faded with it. He was a man who used to be in charge of his own life, he took risks and gained the rewards. He was a man of control and then death comes along to take away that life. There he was, helpless to do anything to save his life. While the rest of his body resisted the blending, a part of him actually wanted to succumb to death. The pain and anger started to flow out of his body and a sort of peace took over. Death had completely become one with him and in the mirror he looked. For the first time he saw as others saw him, what he could be if given the chance. So much more he could do with his life if only given the chance. The dark shadowy figure released it's grip on Bruce and a new found love for life throughly filled his body. The shadow now completely out of his body became his duplicate. The duplicate reached down and started to unstrap Bruce.

Just then he was once again standing above his duplicate who was strapped down begging for him to release him. Bruce filled with the joy of life just started to laugh for no real reason. He had no worries, no pain, just love. He casually walked away into the darkness.

Bruce opened his eyes and saw the curtain across from his bed moving. He squinted to clear his vision and then asked, "Hey Tor, what's the big deal with messing with the curtains this early in the morning and on my day off no less." Tor looked at Bruce with a grin and came back to bed. "Bruce, were you having a bad dream last night, I noticed you kept rolling around." Bruce thought back to the dream and embraced Tor in his arms, "Yes and no. The dream was bad and yet intriguingly enough somehow good. Let's go back to sleep. Tor, I love you." Tor smiled and, "I love you too Bruce."

Once again, I am happy to have been left out of the plot.

Oh man I should have kept my big mouth shut.