Scarface...Returns

Here we are again at last! If any of ya'll were wondering where I went, well I had been very busy and often times too tired to work on this story. I have not abandoned my mission! I have also edited the content list a little, after a discussion with my partners. Right now, we pick up where we left off, and go forward.

Enjoy!











Chapter 3: Who am I?





Tony did not remember himself feeling so claustrophobic before. He was not a claustrophobic person, but tonight was different. He couldn't see anything inside the bag that held him. Darkness and clammy, uncomfortable heat was making him nervous.

Earlier that night, Bradford had wheeled him out of the morgue, concealed in a body bag, very careful not to be noticed as they exited the hospital doors. He paged Tanya, telling her to take over for him the rest of the night. He then zipped a reluctant Tony into the bag, as if he were preparing to ship another body somewhere, and went from there.



Tony layed silently inside the bag wrapped in a hospital gown that Bradford provided. As they moved swiftly across the parking lot, Tony felt the bumps and vibration of the concrete under the wheels of the gurney. "Shit," he said under his breath. "How the fuck is this happening?" He had to ask himself that question a lot lately. Here was this guy, this coroner who resurrected him from death, and took it upon himself to sneak him out of the hospital. But Tony still wondered why this man chose him, rather than someone else. It was amazing to him; because there was so much that he couldn't understand. There was no reason why he should have been laying in the back of an Oldsmobile, instead of six feet under. All the questions he had heightened his nervousness, and made a lump rise in his throat. He slammed his hand against the inside of the bag.

"Hey! What the fuck let me out!!" Bradford slammed his breaks, as Tony cursed at the impact of the abrupt stop. "Sorry Tony," he said sheepishly. "Just had to wait till we were away from a public area, so I took a shortcut. Think I forgot you couldn't breathe back there!" He leaned over his seat and unzipped the bag. Tony had already felt like a damn fool, refusing to be carried into the car, instead having to waddle like a fucking penguin. He sat up in the backseat, and inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh oxygen.

"We're almost to my apartment", Bradford said. "You should stay there for a while, until we can figure things out.

Tony didn't reply, and Bradford again spoke. "I know it won't be as nice as your old house. But don't worry, I keep it clean. I think you will have to stay there for a while until we figure things out."

There was a short moment of silence before Tony said quietly, "Jus what exactly are we trying to figure out?"



"How to get you back on the top again", Bradford said with a smile. He wasn't exactly sure if Tony knew what he meant. As he started the car again, he was inclined to ask Tony if he actually remembered much of what happened the night he died, anything at all.

But he thought better of that, and decided to wait until Tony got home and Bradford could put some food into the mans stomach. Tony suddenly crawled his way from the backseat to the passenger side, and slumped into position. He looked at Bradford, and Bradford glanced at him with that trademark toothy grin. Tony broke another awkward silence. "So you gonna tell me what the fuck is happening here?" Bradford smiled at him like a grown man smiling at a child. "You know, I think I had known who you were before you came through the door", he exclaimed. "No one else ever made me feel that way before.'



Tony didn't know what to say. "What are you, some fucking fag or something?" he growled wincing. Bradford laughed in his hearty, jovial way. "I knew you'd say that too!" he cried. Tony only sat there, slumped into the seat, staring at the man as if he were insane. He had to admit, some part of him was amused as well.



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The ride seemed to drag on forever. Tony leaned his head against the window, looking out into the deep dark night sky. The stars were plentiful that night all scattered everywhere, like fine white sand. As Tony began to lose himself in these stars he suddenly felt as if they were all like little eyes staring at him in the midst of a dark field. Blinking down at him. Watching him. Judging him.



Tony felt a dizzying sensation, and deduced that it must have come from looking at the sky too long in a moving car. There was an abrupt turn, and suddenly the car was coasting through a driveway, passing an assortment of modest townhouses. "This is it Tony", Bradford said, "Piedmont Estates!" Tony had never heard of the name Piedmont before. Sure he was having a hard time remembering anywhere he'd been, but he knew he had never been to a place like that. Bradford parked a foot away from a large brick townhouse and got out first. The night was dead still, and quiet. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but from the looks of it, no one could be seen.

"Tony" he whispered. "Sit tight." He folded up the body bag and quickly placed it in the trunk. "Tony it's clear but we have to be careful. Don't wanna take any chances of someone seeing you."

"It's all right man," Tony said already getting out. "I as quiet as a dead man." But Tony's hand shoved the car door in place with a rather loud slam. "Christ Tony, be careful!!" Bradford hissed. Tony's feet rapidly hit the pavement that led to Branford’s brick townhouse. He went to open the door, not thinking about it being locked. Bradford stood behind Tony, and lifted his hand to stop him. "No Tony!" he whispered. "First you gotta ring the doorbell."



"You got a butler?" Tony asked. Bradford smiled rather slyly. "Well, something like that." Tony looked at him and then rung the bell. After a second or two, the door opened, casting a bright lemon light on the two men. Tony's eyes grew bigger than fresh watermelons in the summertime. In the light of the doorway, stood a woman almost six feet tall, as black as coal. Tony let his eyes travel up her long slick legs, her thick thighs and cutoff shorts, her waist shaped like an hour glass, her perfect round breast under a thin white tank top; long lean neck, and her lips, which were heart shaped and plump. Her face looked like a baby doll; it was soft and innocent, yet there seemed to be something under the surface. She was clearly the most beautiful woman Tony had ever seen.

"Welcome, monsieur Montana", she lazily said. She had quite a distinctive French accent.



"We have been waiting for you."



"Hey she knows me?" Tony said to Bradford, keeping his eyes locked on the woman. "Well of course she does", Bradford replied. The woman nodded her head at Bradford grinning slyly. "Welcome home, monsieur Bradford."



Bradford smiled back at her, obviously exhibiting the flirtatious nature of them both. "Thank you, Izzy," he said. Looking her over, he said "My my girl, you look good!" Izzy’s smile grew wider.” Thank you monsieur. Like to come inside?"



"I'd like that very much", Bradford gingerly replied. Izzy stepped beside, and led the men in, closing the door behind them.



Inside, the first thing Tony saw was a large fireplace and a thick cream colored carpet, and a large four cornered grey velvet couch. The wallpaper looked as though it was covered in pearlescent roses. In this strange, modern blended with gothic decor, Tony felt strangely at peace. It was as if when he walked into the door, a strange force sort of welcomed him. Tony may have been freshly revived, but he felt incredibly dirty and grimy. He really thought about it until that point that he hadn’t bathed in 48 hours.

"Dis place is real nice Bradford", he said in a genially sincere manner. Then, he lowered his voice, "Now where's your fuckin' bathroom, 'cause I'm fuckin' disgusting."



Bradford said something about the washroom being upstairs, but Tony soon turned his attention back to Izzy, who was reclining on the couch to the right of him. She smiled at him deliciously. In her smoky smooth-as-butter voice, she asked him, "Would you like me to bathe you monsieur Montana?" Tony's stomach gave a jolt of surprise at this question. He gave her a toothy grin, thinking about her sweet and tempting offer. “No, thanks babe", he said alas. "Take you up on a rain check though." Izzy, with a mischievous glint ever present in her eye, smiled and said, "Very Well." She turned away and walked out to the balcony, her feet gracefully padding across the carpet. It was not like Tony didn't want this woman terribly. He thought about it as he watched her stand outside. He'd have her soon enough. Right now, he just needed to be alone.



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Tony shivered as he adjusted the water to just the right amount of warmth. It was the water hitting his hand for the first time in what seemed like forever. He immediately felt the warm rush of liquid hit his back. He moaned slightly as the water coated his body in all directions, running down the length of his arms and legs. It gently washed away any traces of blood as he scrubbed smudges and grit from his skin. It was an amazing feeling, as if the water was waking up his senses. It seemed as though it was almost cradling him, holding him in warm comfort. Tony closed his eyes for a long while, trying to imagine he was someplace else. Suddenly, an image appeared in his mind. It was a young woman smiling with bright white teeth. Her hair was combed out all around her, big and curly. Tony was startled by this apparent vision, and frantically looked around himself when he opened his eyes. Of course there was no one around him, but still, he was shaken up.



Who was that woman? It was the first time Tony had realized that he didn't remember what happened to him at all when he died. He couldn't remember anything before then either. Nothing. He only knew his name because Bradford called him that but, Tony never bothered to ask about it. It was another feeling of loss for him that he already felt strangely enough. Not only did he face the challenge of discovering what killed him, but he would also have to find himself, all over again.

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