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Part One
of THIRTEEN
Greg struggled with the straps that bound him to his bed.
"Suicide watch!" He screamed at the small barred window in his cell door, "Damn you fools!"
He thought of the creature he was trying to save these people from. He had named it Toothie. It was born from the dark sticky place in his soul and in recent weeks it had ravaged his mind.
Now the wall that existed between his imagination and reality was getting thin and he knew it was only a matter of time before Toothie broke through and into reality.
Toothie had become strong in recent days and he would be damned if he was going to be responsible for the death of innocent people. He had come to know the depths of evil this creature possesesed and he shuddered at the thought of the havac Toothie was capable of.
"You cannot stop me!" The chorus of voices said as the ghastly visage of Toothie fanged face filled his mind. He saw the saliva dripping from hundreds of sharp glistening teeth and a shiver ran down his spine. The face had no eyes and the black skin dripped from it's grinning skull.
"That is what you think!" He screamed at the snarling face within his mind.
He steeled his resolve and reached for the shard of glass he had hidden under his mattress. His fingers close around the sharp edges and the pain pushed back against his imagination. Toothie screamed.
He closed his hand tighter around the broken glass and reveled in the pain. He felt the sticky warm blood run over his fingers and smiled at Toothie.
"You don't have the guts!" Toothie jeered, "I know you can't do it!"
"Fuck you Toothie," he said working the peice of glass back and forth over one of the straps shredding material and skin. The strap gave way and he sat up right in his bed. He grabbed the piece of glass with his other hand and had it poised over his opposite wrist.
"Damn you to Hell Toothie!" He screamed and sliced through the soft skin. Blood spurted from the wound as he laid back down on his bed with a sigh of satisfaction.
As his vision began to dim he heard Toothie's dark laughter. It was then that the realization gripped his soul. These past few days Toothie had been goading him to do just what he had done. He cursed himself as he knew without a doubt, he had just let the creature free into the world.
"I will make you proud," Toothie said as Greg slipped into death.
Later that day as the maitenance man scrubbed at the blood stains on the bed he idly stared at and wondered where the black inky substance came from that covered the cell room floor.