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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,262
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3
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Candles
Well hello! Tis time for the 2d chapter, where Tony returnes. Hope you like it. Feel free to give
pointers!
Chapter 2: Candles
The cause of Tony's demise had been a single blow to his abdomine,from which he bled out,
and it comepletly destroyed central nervous system. In addition, there were several gunshot wounds
to his torso,arms, shoulders,back-- broken left rib,severd spine,and a fractured bone in his left arm.
Bradford Bardoux recorded these findings,as he preformed the tedious task of Tony Montana's
autopsy. Or at least he was pretending to do his job. No,Bradford wasn't planing on cutting Tony
open, and then putting him in a drawer. He had much more elaborate plans.
He felt that this man would lead him to better tings.And out of this mourge,forever. Brad gently cleaned the
blood and smudges from Tony Montana's skin. With gloved hands,he felt for any bullets inside the gaping
wound in his stomach. Pushing organ and tissue aside,he found a piece of cloth from Tony's shirt embedded
in the flesh. This ment,that the double-barrled shotgun was shot at extremely close range.
Bradford placed the fabric in a small plastic bag,thinking about the anger felt just before
that last shot. Not from the man who pulled the trigger,but the one giving the orders.He
always thought deeply about things like that,because he sensed them.
The candles lit up the dark room with gloomy light. "Here we go Tony",said Bradford softly.
Bradford's plan was in place. He had been meditating the whole night, and now the moment was here.
Bradford took a deep,long breath. He removed his hospital gloves,and bent over Tony's body.
"It's not your time yet Tony", he whisperd.
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Bradford breathed in and out, slowly and deeply. He began to utter the words spoken by his ancesters
in french dialect.As he spoke,the flames flickerd and danced as the air grew colder. Bradford could suddenly see the
cold gray walls of the mourge melt away,revealing a deep red. He looked around and saw black and gold fixtures.
He also saw blood. He knew,this was where Tony lived.Everything looked as it did earlier that night,but it wasn't real.It felt more like a memory.
Bradford looked up and all around him,before he saw a pool of water,and something black and bobbing in it.
"Tony", he said. Bradford was in Tony's mind. Tony was a ghost seperated from his body.
And he was trapped inside the moment of his death. Having ran into the red water,Bradford stood
over this vision. He knelt down and touched it's head, which once held a mind and a soul.
Once more, he began to speak a centuries old incantation in french. Had it been in english,it
would have sounded like this:
"Tony,if you can hear me,you know longer need to hide here. What has been done is done. You must
come back to the present, and forget this place." As Bradford spoke,as he spoke,the waters of the pool began to ripple.
"I know you want to fix this", he continued. You can't. Now you come with me."
Bradford closed his eyes, and breathed in again.
"I will recieve you and your soul into my lungs. I will breath life back into you."
After those words were spoken, Bradford saw the walls diminish, and the walls of the examination room return.
Lifting Tony's head into his hands Brad exhailed warm air from his chest that hit Tony's lips. All of the sudden,Tony's
body jerked, as his legs began to shake violently. The man opened his mouth and gasped.
He opened his eyes too, which were still rolled into his head,and his eyelids twitched.
Bradford let go of Tony's head and chanted. Tony's entire body thrashed on the table, and he
groand and shrieked. The energy serging through Bradford's body was nearly too much to take.
He felt life coming back in Tony, from every gasp or shriek to every time his heart jumped.
Each bullet ripped itself away from Tony's arm, chest, and legs. Bradford could hear snapping and popping sounds of
broken bones being fused back together. Tony thrashed from side to side like someone possessd,
as his body healed itself. The whole in his stomach shrunk and then disappeard into nothing.Every bullet fell to the floor.
The olive color of Tony's skin returned,and beads of sweat came out of his pores. Finally,Tony's gasps and shrieks became words.
"HOLY FUCK!!!" he sreamed jumping from the table, and landing on his knees. Bradford swore he never saw a man jump like that before.
"What tha fuck...!?" He quickly stood up, and twirled around irraticlly.
"What happend!? What happend!? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEND!?" Tony kept screaming. Bradford managed
a hearty laugh even though he was weak. He looked over his shoulder,and saw that all the candles had gone out.
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "I knew you could do it!" Tony didn't hear the words,he just kept twirling around
the room, eyes nearly jumping out of his head. Having just been revived from death, the adrenilain in Tony's body
was higher than it ever was before. If he had wonderd where he was and what happend, he was just
about to wonder something else: What the fuck happend to his clothes.
Bradford waited for the moment when Tony finally realized that he was naked. As Tony looked down, seeing this blatent display,
his face twisted into a more agonizing expression of confusion than Bradford thought he could muster up.
It almost made him laugh. Although he wouldn't dare do that.
"Holy fuck..." Tony could do nothing but stare down at himself, as if it was the first time he had seen it.
As he was shaking, he paced back and forth more frantically,quite honestly like a man who didn't know what to do with himself.
Bradford offerd his hospital coat with a toothy smile. "It's ok Tony, here, take it." Tony did not
respond. He started chuckling a bit."I can't fuckin' believe this..." he whisperd. "What's going on? What's happening?"
Bradford couldn't get a word in to explain.Tony kept rambling on.
"Where the FUCK am I!!??" Tony hissed. He stopped. He looked down at himself again, this time seeing the scars and wounds that had not fully healed.
His eyes widend and then flynched. He looked at the bullets that were scatterd all over the floor. Bradford tried to speak soothingly to Tony."It's ok", he said.
I will explain everything-- and those wounds will heal up soon." Bradford watched Tony's eyes. He could see that this man was slowly but surely fitting the pieces of
the puzzle together.
He knew.
Without warning, Tony lunged at Bradford like lion,grabbing his neck with one hand."Tony!" Bradford yelled,but his voice was quickly stifled by the hand at his throat.
Tony's flaring, dark eyes glared at Bradford. Their intensity was angry and passionate. "YOU did this!" he said.
"You did this for ME?! Why?" Although Bradford was firmly pinned to the wall by Tony's hand,he smiled.
"Yes Tony,it was me who brought you back."
"Why?" Tony asked again. "If you would kindly let go of my neck,I'll tell you",he replied sincerely. Tony didn't let go,
but instead stared at Bradford with bizzar fascination. "What are you?" Tony whisperd.
"Let go,and I'll tell you everything", replied Bradford. "I'll tell it all."
"You gonna tell me what's going on,I'll let you go", Tony replied with equal sincerity. "But", he added, "I want the truth and nothin' but.
"I want every detail, and don't fuck with me."
I know this took a while to be posted, and the 3d chapter may take a little while also,
but don't worry,I'll get that done too. Please keep the reviews coming!! :D
pointers!
Chapter 2: Candles
The cause of Tony's demise had been a single blow to his abdomine,from which he bled out,
and it comepletly destroyed central nervous system. In addition, there were several gunshot wounds
to his torso,arms, shoulders,back-- broken left rib,severd spine,and a fractured bone in his left arm.
Bradford Bardoux recorded these findings,as he preformed the tedious task of Tony Montana's
autopsy. Or at least he was pretending to do his job. No,Bradford wasn't planing on cutting Tony
open, and then putting him in a drawer. He had much more elaborate plans.
He felt that this man would lead him to better tings.And out of this mourge,forever. Brad gently cleaned the
blood and smudges from Tony Montana's skin. With gloved hands,he felt for any bullets inside the gaping
wound in his stomach. Pushing organ and tissue aside,he found a piece of cloth from Tony's shirt embedded
in the flesh. This ment,that the double-barrled shotgun was shot at extremely close range.
Bradford placed the fabric in a small plastic bag,thinking about the anger felt just before
that last shot. Not from the man who pulled the trigger,but the one giving the orders.He
always thought deeply about things like that,because he sensed them.
The candles lit up the dark room with gloomy light. "Here we go Tony",said Bradford softly.
Bradford's plan was in place. He had been meditating the whole night, and now the moment was here.
Bradford took a deep,long breath. He removed his hospital gloves,and bent over Tony's body.
"It's not your time yet Tony", he whisperd.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bradford breathed in and out, slowly and deeply. He began to utter the words spoken by his ancesters
in french dialect.As he spoke,the flames flickerd and danced as the air grew colder. Bradford could suddenly see the
cold gray walls of the mourge melt away,revealing a deep red. He looked around and saw black and gold fixtures.
He also saw blood. He knew,this was where Tony lived.Everything looked as it did earlier that night,but it wasn't real.It felt more like a memory.
Bradford looked up and all around him,before he saw a pool of water,and something black and bobbing in it.
"Tony", he said. Bradford was in Tony's mind. Tony was a ghost seperated from his body.
And he was trapped inside the moment of his death. Having ran into the red water,Bradford stood
over this vision. He knelt down and touched it's head, which once held a mind and a soul.
Once more, he began to speak a centuries old incantation in french. Had it been in english,it
would have sounded like this:
"Tony,if you can hear me,you know longer need to hide here. What has been done is done. You must
come back to the present, and forget this place." As Bradford spoke,as he spoke,the waters of the pool began to ripple.
"I know you want to fix this", he continued. You can't. Now you come with me."
Bradford closed his eyes, and breathed in again.
"I will recieve you and your soul into my lungs. I will breath life back into you."
After those words were spoken, Bradford saw the walls diminish, and the walls of the examination room return.
Lifting Tony's head into his hands Brad exhailed warm air from his chest that hit Tony's lips. All of the sudden,Tony's
body jerked, as his legs began to shake violently. The man opened his mouth and gasped.
He opened his eyes too, which were still rolled into his head,and his eyelids twitched.
Bradford let go of Tony's head and chanted. Tony's entire body thrashed on the table, and he
groand and shrieked. The energy serging through Bradford's body was nearly too much to take.
He felt life coming back in Tony, from every gasp or shriek to every time his heart jumped.
Each bullet ripped itself away from Tony's arm, chest, and legs. Bradford could hear snapping and popping sounds of
broken bones being fused back together. Tony thrashed from side to side like someone possessd,
as his body healed itself. The whole in his stomach shrunk and then disappeard into nothing.Every bullet fell to the floor.
The olive color of Tony's skin returned,and beads of sweat came out of his pores. Finally,Tony's gasps and shrieks became words.
"HOLY FUCK!!!" he sreamed jumping from the table, and landing on his knees. Bradford swore he never saw a man jump like that before.
"What tha fuck...!?" He quickly stood up, and twirled around irraticlly.
"What happend!? What happend!? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEND!?" Tony kept screaming. Bradford managed
a hearty laugh even though he was weak. He looked over his shoulder,and saw that all the candles had gone out.
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "I knew you could do it!" Tony didn't hear the words,he just kept twirling around
the room, eyes nearly jumping out of his head. Having just been revived from death, the adrenilain in Tony's body
was higher than it ever was before. If he had wonderd where he was and what happend, he was just
about to wonder something else: What the fuck happend to his clothes.
Bradford waited for the moment when Tony finally realized that he was naked. As Tony looked down, seeing this blatent display,
his face twisted into a more agonizing expression of confusion than Bradford thought he could muster up.
It almost made him laugh. Although he wouldn't dare do that.
"Holy fuck..." Tony could do nothing but stare down at himself, as if it was the first time he had seen it.
As he was shaking, he paced back and forth more frantically,quite honestly like a man who didn't know what to do with himself.
Bradford offerd his hospital coat with a toothy smile. "It's ok Tony, here, take it." Tony did not
respond. He started chuckling a bit."I can't fuckin' believe this..." he whisperd. "What's going on? What's happening?"
Bradford couldn't get a word in to explain.Tony kept rambling on.
"Where the FUCK am I!!??" Tony hissed. He stopped. He looked down at himself again, this time seeing the scars and wounds that had not fully healed.
His eyes widend and then flynched. He looked at the bullets that were scatterd all over the floor. Bradford tried to speak soothingly to Tony."It's ok", he said.
I will explain everything-- and those wounds will heal up soon." Bradford watched Tony's eyes. He could see that this man was slowly but surely fitting the pieces of
the puzzle together.
He knew.
Without warning, Tony lunged at Bradford like lion,grabbing his neck with one hand."Tony!" Bradford yelled,but his voice was quickly stifled by the hand at his throat.
Tony's flaring, dark eyes glared at Bradford. Their intensity was angry and passionate. "YOU did this!" he said.
"You did this for ME?! Why?" Although Bradford was firmly pinned to the wall by Tony's hand,he smiled.
"Yes Tony,it was me who brought you back."
"Why?" Tony asked again. "If you would kindly let go of my neck,I'll tell you",he replied sincerely. Tony didn't let go,
but instead stared at Bradford with bizzar fascination. "What are you?" Tony whisperd.
"Let go,and I'll tell you everything", replied Bradford. "I'll tell it all."
"You gonna tell me what's going on,I'll let you go", Tony replied with equal sincerity. "But", he added, "I want the truth and nothin' but.
"I want every detail, and don't fuck with me."
I know this took a while to be posted, and the 3d chapter may take a little while also,
but don't worry,I'll get that done too. Please keep the reviews coming!! :D