The Asylum of Evil

The Asylum of Evil is a fanfiction story.
Rated R: Strong Drug Material, smoking, scary images, language throughout, sexual content, nudity, gore and bloody violence. 
Prologue 
The Asylum of Evil had long since been abandoned, with its walls filled with fear and terror. Even the bravest of souls dared not go near it. Little did they know, it was not just the walls of the asylum that were filled with evil, but instead, the souls of the inmates that had resided there centuries ago. 
Once a month, long after the Asylum had been abandoned, the cursed souls of the inmates rose from the depths to inhabit the night air, searching to reclaim the asylum as their own.
Stella, the local town wanderer and a young girl who lived by the outskirts of the asylum, was aware of the dark secrets that the Asylum held. She knew of the dark rituals that would inevitably take place whenever darkness fell upon the Asylum. She was warned by her elders to avoid the Asylum at all costs, however, as a curious and brave girl, she often found herself venturing near on a nightly basis.
One night, as Stella was walking close to the abandoned asylum walls, she heard a frightening sound come from the inside. The sounds seemed to be coming from a group of people, and it sounded like they were chanting something in a demonic voice. With her curiosity getting the better of her, Stella decided to enter the Asylum, despite the warning of her elders.
With each step she took, the darkness seemed to envelop her more and more, the evil presence within the asylum felt so heavy and thick that Stella was unable to move her legs any farther. Suddenly, the door to the main hall of the asylum opened by itself, as if beckoning Stella to come in. It was then that Stella realized the truth of what the elders had been trying to tell her: That the souls of the inmates still lived here, trapped within the Asylum walls. 
With no way back, Stella ventured further into the Asylum, discovering the cursed souls that still lived within. As she wandered closer to the heart of the Asylum - the altar chamber - she found herself entranced by a mystical force that was emanating from the souls of the inmates. After a few moments, Stella found the courage to confront the Evil and question it. In response, a voice whispered from the shadows, “Tonight is the night that you will become one of us.” 
Needless to say, Stella ran from the Asylum as fast as her legs would carry her, never to venture near again. At first, the inmates grabbed her and try to beat her up, but she got the courage to beat all of them when she found a torch on the wall and burn them by using two rocks on the ground to make a fire to burn the inmates. After burning them, she almost got burned by the flames, but she made it out alive. She looks back and runs away from the asylum. 
The cursed souls of the inmates still linger within the Asylum walls, searching for more curious souls to lure in with their evil.
Transcript
Scene 1 
(One day, Stella sits in an empty room while she gets up and walks around. Her eyes are saddened by the fact that she’s been in the asylum for a very long time, but she found her freedom. As she gets up and walks to the door, she tries to forget about the memories of the asylum that continues to haunt her. She goes to the window to see if there’s anyone around, but there’s no sign of a person walking around in the lonely side of the city. Stella has been staying in an old rent house for a long time and kept it as a home. It was in the dark of night before going to sleep. Stella drinks a cup of water and looks at the window to make sure the people from the asylum won’t come and take her away. Then suddenly unexpected happened as a visitor came out of nowhere to seek refuge. She looks around and sees a hooded figure walking on the road. She goes outside carefully as she brings a shovel for protection and opens the door. She shuts the door slowly as she is determined to figure out the hooded stranger. Then the stranger turns around and sees Stella’s face. The stranger walks two steps forward to Stella and stops to see her in the face. Stella is anxious yet remains calm to see if the stranger is a foe or not. As they stand on the road, the moment is silent between them.). 
Stella: Hello? 
(The Hooded figure looks at her and seems to observe her in a cautious way. The figure stands still for a moment.). 
Stella: You look lost. Are you looking for a friend? I can call a cab for you or an Uber to take you home. Is that okay? Do you have any relatives? 
Female voice: I don’t have anywhere to go. 
Stella (Gasps): Oh, goodness. Ma’am, are you trying to find a way home? 
Female Voice: I don’t have a home. I tried to find a place, but I was getting harassed by two men who tried to force people into wearing jackets with long straps. 
(It shocked Stella because of the bad experience that she had endured before she ran away. It stunned her for a little bit, but she tries to forget about it. She feels sympathetic towards the hooded woman. She walks towards her and puts her hand on her chest to show an empathetic look to the stranger.). 
Stella: Did these men wore white clothes? 
Female voice: Yes. They try to give me something that has injection in it and I should keep my eyes closed. 
Stella: I am so sorry that those men harassed you. How do they find you? 
Female voice: I was trying to find some food to eat. Today, it was an awful day and I was looking messy because I was fighting a lot while thinking about what happened to my parents. 
Stella: What happened to your parents? 
Female voice: My mother passed away from an illness and my father was a drunk. He didn’t care about me or my mother. In fact, he left us. 
Stella: I am so sorry. You must have been through a hellish journey that is very tiring. It makes me sad. 
Female voice: Don’t worry, I got away. Those people might be so-called inspectors or secret agents who works for an organization. 
Stella: Oh, goodness. Come inside. You will be safe here. 
Female voice: I can’t. I am a wanted fugitive. They’re coming to look for me, and they want to take me back. They’re trying to get me to the asylum of evil. 
Stella: Oh, my god. I was locked in there, and I was suffocating in that place with its rotting walls and the evil spirits. Oh, god. It was a bad memory. 
Female voice: I am so sorry to hear that. No one shouldn’t endure that painful prison. 
Stella: It’s not a prison, it’s like hell without the demons or the fires. Don’t worry. Let’s go inside. You’ll find sanctuary in here. 
Female voice: Are you sure? I should be going to find a place to hide. I have to hurry. 
Stella: Oh, no. There’s no need to be isolating yourself in a far off place. You’ll have a home without sadness and less anxiousness. Come on in. So, what’s your name? 
Female voice: Daisy. 
Stella: Hello, Daisy. My name is Stella. 
(Daisy removes her hood and shows a black eye which Stella shows her shocked face. She takes the woman inside of her safe place and shuts the door. In the home, Stella gently takes care of Daisy’s eye by washing it with care and put an ice pack on it. Then she heals Daisy’s arms and legs by wrapping bandages on the skin after putting ointments and creams to make it feel better. After that, Stella cooks soup for her and pours a glass of water for her in a cup. They have supper together and ate buttery bread on the table. It is a peaceful time for the young women to eat and relax in the safe place.). 
Stella: Here you go. A bed to sleep in. I set up a new pattern of clothes for you to wear. Warm clothes, socks and other things from the closet. It’s all yours. 
Daisy: Thank you. 
Stella: You’re welcome. The weather has calmed itself down, and I went to the market to get some things, but I think I’m running out. 
Daisy: I can go to the market with you tomorrow. I like to go outside without getting bored or walking in a humid day. 
Stella: Sure, you can come with me to the market. 
Daisy: So, Stella, have you been in situations where you get lost? 
Stella: What do you mean? 
Daisy: I have been wandering in too many places and I get stuck on every single thing on the streets. 
Stella: I get like that. And I understand the situations of people getting lost. It was an unknown thing, and I was horrified. That’s what happened in the asylum. That place felt like it had been extinct for a long time. 
Daisy: What was the asylum like? I mean, it’s the place where all evilness and hell breaks loose and it comes to grab someone. So I figure it would be a haunted morgue. 
Stella: Well, I was walking alone. It was a very hot day, and the elders from the village are aware of supernatural entities that has been going around for years. Then one night, I went to the asylum. That place felt like it was extinct for a very long time. 
Daisy: What? You went there? 
Stella: Yes. I went into the asylum because there were dark rituals where souls of the damned would try and haunt people with evil energy. It felt strange, but the force tried to grab me. I heard the noises in the walls, and that’s when I realized that the elders warned me about the darkness. 
Daisy: So, how did you get out? 
Stella: I ran out and I try not to look back. I found the heart of the asylum that brings the evilness in the building. It’s an altar chamber. It’s a powerful force that has a mystical effect that has the souls of the inmates, or souls of the patients. 
Daisy: Oh, my god. Did it had super senses where the evil force possesses souls? 
Stella: As I was fighting back, I confront it and I questioned it. Then it had a voice and it said “Tonight is the night that you will become one of us.” 
Daisy (Shocked): Holy shit. I guess those souls are the people who died in the asylum and they’re controlled by the force, right? 
Stella: Yes. It’s very strange and I became horrified. The voices in the walls are calling to everyone and the souls has to be one of those inmates who found their victims. It was horrible. 
Daisy: Those people have been haunted by their past. I wish we can have one normal day without asylums, sins and evil in the world. 
Stella: I still remember that dark voice. It keeps echoing in my head. 
Daisy: Oh, I’m sorry, Stella. It must’ve been really rough to endured that. 
Stella: It’s okay. It’ll be good for now. The evil darkness in the asylum was too strong to grab me, but I managed to get out and head straight home which is I’m living in right now. 
Daisy: That’s fucking brutal. I rather stay in a quiet place than to get involved with evil domination, you know. 
Stella: Now, the asylum still tries to reign to take innocent people to the dark forces of evil. And I don’t want them to suffer the same fate that I almost endured. 
Daisy: Well, we’re safe. I mean, people being in danger is one of the worst things in life. I don’t know why there’s an asylum that has darkness and evil entities in it. 
Stella: Don’t worry, we’re safe as long as we stay in the most safest places in the town. I just hope that there’s no dark souls with demonic forces can get us. 
Daisy: Yeah, I hear many theories and the myths. Okay, this has been good, but I can’t stay here. 
Stella: What? Why? 
Daisy: Because I’m a fugitive. They’re trying to inject some sort of substance or experimenting my brain so I can be a robot. 
Stella: Who are these people? 
Daisy: I don’t know, but I think they are working for someone who has the authority in their own way. They’ll send a spy or a decoy for their plans or try to take someone to lure them to be a prisoner. 
Stella: Have they used some science and technology for experiments? 
Daisy: Yes, they have. But they used it on younger kids. It’s not that kind of science from school or anything you learn from. 
Stella: Well, let’s just hope it’s not the science that they’re doing to people. 
Daisy: There might be other things that they’re planning for the world. 
Stella: I hope it won’t be long. We might try to find out what’s happening out there. But we’ll just wait and stay at home. 
Daisy: Well, okay. I guess the darkness will pass by. Also, do you have any booze? 
Stella: No, I don’t. I’m sorry. 
Daisy: Damn! I was hoping to get some booze, but it was raining. 
Stella: It has been pouring all day. I think it’s going to stop raining in a few minutes so it’ll be good. 
Daisy: Yeah, the rain can be too much. That’s why I had to deal with moronic people who liked the weather. They talk about too much hail outside. 
Stella: There’s nothing wrong with the rain unless if it’s gonna be a light sprinkle. 
Daisy: The rain should make a splash at the whole wide world. I would like to see a whole monsoon storm coming around like a puddle of water roaming to make a pool. 
Stella: So, do you like the weather, Daisy? 
Daisy: I love the weather, except a humid desert or a hurricane. 
Stella: Me too. I just hope the darkness is affecting the weather or nature, animals or anything outside. 
Daisy: Don’t worry. We just need to stay alert and hoping there’s no harm in the way. 
Stella: Well, I believe it’s getting late. I say we should go to sleep for tomorrow. 
Daisy: Yeah, I’m getting sleepy right now. I have been walking for a long time, and I’m glad that I don’t have to wear damp clothes. 
Stella: At least the heat is cooling down during the summer. Everything will be better when fall comes. 
Daisy: I don’t know about fall. I feel like it’s the only weather for nap time. 
Stella: Well, let’s enjoy the summer days. 
Daisy: Yes, I do love summer. I think I’m gonna sleep out in the living room. 
Stella: Oh, you don’t have to sleep out here, Daisy. You can sleep in the bedroom with me. I have extra room. 
Daisy: Wait. You do? 
Stella: Yeah. You don’t have to sleep on your own. You’ll feel rest-assured that you don’t have to feel rain from outside. 
Daisy: Oh, you have space in your room? 
Stella: Yes. I made the room a whole habitant for everyone to visit or spend time in here. Let’s go. 
Daisy (Chuckles): Okay. 
(The young women goes to Stella’s room as she turns on the light and puts her things away. Daisy looks in awe and is amazed to see the open space in the bedroom. The other side of the room has an open space and a window on the left while Stella’s window is on the right. Stella’s bed is on the left as a bookshelf is on the right side of the room. They settled down and relaxed after putting their stuff down on the floor.). 
Stella: Make yourself at home. 
Daisy: Wow! Is this your bedroom? 
Stella: Yes. At first, I wanted a small room, but my parents insisted that I should have a big room to sleep in. 
Daisy: I guess they’re right. So, how do they fix it up? 
Stella: Well, they have so many tools to use. When we move to town, they didn’t like to live in a tiny home, so my dad got his friends to help him fix up the place, and I live here now after graduating from college. 
Daisy: Wow, your parents made a lot of good money to do that. 
Stella: I appreciate them for doing good things for me. My dad is a construction worker and my mom is a gardener. They send me to an academy where they wear uniforms, but I didn’t like the uniforms so much. 
Daisy: It seems that you and your family are very content with a peaceful home. 
Stella: We’re very grateful to have a good place. And now you get to have a good place to stay at, too. 
Daisy: Thank you. I really like the wholesome vibe in your home. 
Stella: I hope you get a good night sleep. 
Daisy: Yeah, you too. Thank you for having me staying here, Stella. I’m glad I get to sleep in a quiet yet sweet home. 
(The young women yawned and closed their eyes as Stella turns off her lamp and goes to sleep. Daisy feels the warmth as she lays next to Stella who is sleeping quietly. Daisy sighs and shuts her eyes before drifted off into sleep. She feels safe to sleep with Stella in a bed that is big enough for both of them as the rain continues to pour.).
Scene 2 
(It was early morning and the rain had stopped. The birds chirped as the sun rises from the clouds. In the house, Daisy is still asleep on the bed and squirms around a little bit and opens her eyes. She gets up and sees that Stella woke up and left the bed. Daisy gets up and stretches her body as she yawns. She gets up from bed and gets dressed for the day. After getting ready, she walks to the kitchen and sees Stella cooking breakfast. The lights are on and the stove is on as Stella is making eggs for breakfast.). 
Stella: Oh, good morning, Daisy. 
Daisy: Morning, Stella. 
Stella: I am glad that you woke up for breakfast. I’m making some eggs whether scrambled or fried, a fruit bowl and a piece of a peanut butter celery. 
Daisy: It smells good. 
Stella: Thanks. My family love making breakfast everyday and we love to do it on a daily morning before the day starts. You can sit down. 
Daisy: Thank you. 
Stella: I have to go to the store to get some groceries and stuff. There’s a big store that sells meat and veggies for supper. 
Daisy: Are you going out today? 
Stella: I have a lot of things, but grocery shop is the one on my list. It’s a long and continuous process of the day. 
Daisy: I didn’t know you had a busy day to go grocery shopping. 
Stella: Oh, I just love spending the days of going to the store. I like to find stuff that is on sale. You can come with me if you like. There’s cool stuff on the market. 
Daisy: I guess I can come with you to get some things. 
Stella: Yay! Let’s go shopping together! 
Daisy: So, what’s for breakfast today? 
Stella: Well, I got some green tea in a glass. My family loves to drink green tea with lemons and oranges. 
Daisy: I see you got a lot of stuffing rolls on the table. 
Stella: It was thanksgiving time. We bought squash on the side and a bowl of chicken pot pie with gravy. 
Daisy: That sounds good. All I ate was sliced ham at thanksgiving. 
Stella: Do you like ham? 
Daisy: Yes. Just sliced ham. Also, I like to add some extra shredded cheese. 
Stella: I like to eat ham and cheese. In fact, I like to add peanuts in a salad bowl. After we eat, would you like to go look at a garden? 
Daisy: Is there one around here in town? 
Stella: Yes. They have flourishing plants in there. There’s yellow daffodils and blooming leaves. My family and I have been doing research as my father had a book to study about plants. 
Daisy: I love plants. One time when I was a kid, I used to have a bucket to fill it up to water the garden. I think going to one greenhouse would be fun. 
Stella: Splendid! I always get the leafy greens to make for supper. We still have some time so we can enjoy our breakfast. 
Daisy: Thanks for the breakfast. 
Stella: You are welcome. I also need some herbs. I like to add ginger and turmeric in food. Let me get my bag and we’ll get some groceries. 
(As Stella turns off the stove and makes her breakfast, Daisy sits down and eats her food. Then a jeep pulls in and stops at a nearby old house with a gate. A man comes out and carries a gun as a weapon. He looks around with a scowl on his face. He seems very irritated by the sun in his eyes and walks away from the car, only to stop and turn around at the car to call someone.). 
Man: Hurry up, now! 
(The car door opens and a girl comes out with a glum look on her face. She shuts the door and puts her head down. The man looks annoyed and grabs her by the arm.). 
Man: Hey! Try to look happy for once in your life. Do you understand? 
(The girl gives him a glare and refuses to respond to him.). 
Man: You better be good. Don’t get mad because I can’t let you go outside and escape. So you can cooperate or you’ll stay in the basement for another punishment. You will say “Yes, Patrick, I will listen and wait for your orders.” Do I have to repeat, June? 
(June looks up and gives him another glare, only to talkback.). 
June: I guess I should do more skipping than yelling. 
Patrick: There will be no yelling or skipping while I’m trying to do my job. You can be broke, starving or alone, or happy and free with me. You have choices to make, but it has to be possible. 
June: I rather climb on a tree and not see your face all day. 
Patrick: You can get stung by bees, or you can be chained for the rest of your days. Do you want to get eaten by lions on the field? 
June: No. I think you should get eaten by hyenas before you find your next food. 
Patrick: You know you should be a good girl for her age. I took you in when the whole chaos happened. I got you out of the hole, and this is how you talk to me? I almost send you a place where it has trafficking, drugs and other things that you can’t imagine. Is that what you want when you give me attitude? 
June: No. But I feel like this isn’t the natural environment as I hoped. 
Patrick: Anyway, I got recruits coming up. They’re gonna give me bags of blow. It’ll be a lot because they spilled the beans on the whole thing, so you better not get out and tell anybody about the deals. 
June: More deals? Trying getting stuff from the drugstore. That’ll make your arranging crew look good. 
Patrick: You think we can get our things in order by using drugs? No. (Grabs her by the arm) You have no idea on what we’re doing in organization, and this time they’ll be more punishments if you try to screw things up. 
(Suddenly, a bunch of people on motorcycles appear to greet Patrick as well as giving him duffel bags of blow. He smiles and is very pleased about them coming here while June looks puzzled.). 
Patrick: My friends from the gangs of every drug dealer place. Look at them, June. They are the close friends of every one I met during the times we were doing dealings. 
June: Let me guess, one of them escaped prison? 
Patrick: Yes. Actually, three convicts are in the group. They seem to disconnect from their cells by making plans to get out of their holes. 
June: Do I have to see them act like cannibals for flesh, or see how many piercings they have on their skin? 
Patrick: There might be some cannibals, but some weird ones. And I don’t like the pierced things on the body. Besides, I like to have a workout routine. 
June: Oh, great. Maybe we can take a moment and see so many odd faces and see you snorting blow in your nose. 
Patrick: Look, you have a small head, but you have a mouth that I want to shut tight for a long time. I like keep pushing people around, especially kids and teenagers who can’t stay obedient. So keep your trap shut or else you’ll get your tongue cut out. 
June: I haven’t been giving you any attitude, but I just wish things would be old times. 
Patrick: Well, I get to talk to one of these guys about more dealings and our regular stuff. You don’t get to say one snappy word to the boys. So, stay quiet and don’t try to get into my dealings. 
June: Do you think you’re going to use a handgun if things don’t go your own way? 
Patrick: A precise description. But the guns will be used to defend, attack or kill anything or any person who dares to stop us. We continue to make the organization stronger. 
June: It doesn’t make you and your friends strong or make you happy if that’s what you’re implying. 
Patrick: Shut your mouth, or else you’ll get whacked! I hate to tell you to shut up before the business happens right now. Unless you want to be chained up to the wall, you will be silent. Understood? 
June (Sighs as she gives in): Understood. 
Patrick: Good. Now you behave and change your attitude. It might be long so try to hold on tight and don’t try to act smart in front of all my friends. 
June: I’m not going to promise to keep my mouth shut. 
Patrick: You will if you’re going to stay put and don’t get carried away. I know you’re stubborn and you try to run away, but this time you won’t get to have the chance. 
June: It seems like so many chances that happened a lot of times. 
Patrick: Yeah, yeah. Come on. (Groans) You’re making me late. Let’s go. 
June: Oh, what a splendid day. I should be screaming my lungs out or pull another muscle. Maybe you can put detonations inside of my bowels. 
Patrick: Shut it, or else you’ll get no food. 
(As a group of men arrived, Patrick grabs June by the shoulder and go into the woods to a nearby place where an underground hideout is hidden. The group of men follows Patrick and June into the woods to the hideout. They see the hideout which turns out to be right next to the ASYLUM OF EVIL.). 
Patrick: This is the place where they have dark secrets and talk about a ritual chant to gather up the evil spirits. 
June: Does these men know about this place? 
Patrick: Only Rufus knows. 
(They walked downstairs in the building. It was old, rusted and broken. They go into the hallways to a lab where a mad scientist is working on a project. A loud buzzing sounds are heard downstairs as a man is working on a machine with his science glasses on. It seems that he’s using a corpse for his experiment. He chuckles with glee and spins around in his chair.). 
Patrick: Rufus! Hey, Rufus! Are you in here? 
Rufus (Offscreen): In here, dude! Doing my monkey business! 
Patrick (Whispers to June): Now, you behave while I do my dealings. He feels worried and has problems with people messing with his things. 
Rufus: Hey! I was working on a brain with a few bolts, but I forgot about the tools. 
Patrick: Rufus, it’s so good to see you again, good friend. I’m glad you’re coming up with ideas of this project. There’s gotta be big plans for this. 
Rufus: Come in, Patrick. I know it’s not a home, but it’s just a mad scientist lab. 
Patrick: It still looks good like last time when we talk about business. Are you still active? 
Rufus: Yes, I am. In fact, I was trying to work on a little machine where it was supposed to be a robot that has wheels and it was called the mech maiden who loves to serve and helps people with chores. 
Patrick: Does your machine include gears? Cause I would like to see it for the sake of it without having to fix it all fucking day. 
Rufus: It would be an absolute joy to make more of them. But I don’t have the gears for the machine. 
Patrick: Well, this is not a lab where you can act as an alien to get a human’s brains. This is where you play before do the work. I got more dealings for this week. 
Rufus: Of course, this is the dealing. I have a mechanism for the things to put inside of my creations. Please sit down. Make yourself feel comfy, even though it’s old and has rusted walls. 
(Patrick grabs June’s arm and drags her in front of him to introduce her to Rufus. She gets very annoyed and lets out a loud sigh.).
Rufus: Who is this, Patrick? I didn’t know this was bring an elementary student day. 
Patrick: No, but I am not the teacher or a principal. 
Rufus: My goodness. She looks like she can be one of my creations like an angel who descended from heaven. 
Patrick: Well, this one is more of a hellhound who likes to bark at everything I do, especially when I am busy on work or on my day offs. 
Rufus: Who is this girl? Is she your daughter? 
June: Stepdaughter. He keeps me hostage for a very long time. 
Rufus: My god. Patrick, I didn’t know you had a step kid. She sets things in stone in her own way, and she seems very rough around the edges. 
Patrick: I married her mother when her husband passed away. She was a good woman who loved everyone in this deep and dark world. 
June: Yeah! And when she died, you weren’t there to see her grave. You fucking drank booze and went out to your friends while I sit and sob to see own mother dying on her deathbed. So maybe you should understand that the marriage was dumb, you piece of shit! 
Patrick: Don’t fucking talkback, June! 
June: Or what?! You’re gonna punish me one more time?! Try to eat garbage before going to the mafia, you dickwad! 
Patrick: Do not misbehave now, June! I told you about your attitude, and this is how you’re going to act when I’m talking to my friend?! 
June: Friend? (Scoffs) More like a moronic has-been who works at a cemetery for once a week! 
Patrick: Shut up! 
(Angrily, Patrick grabs June by the collar and punches her in the face.). 
June (Screams) 
(She falls to the ground and lands on her face. She gets up and spits blood from her mouth as she gives Patrick a death glare while Rufus chuckles as he puts his things away. Patrick is seething while he’s fuming in the moment.). 
Patrick: When will you learn to shut up? You act like a spoiled brat who won’t stop running your mouth. I wish I can crush your bones for this attitude, but your mother wanted peace. She wants what’s best for us and gives happiness to us. 
June (Spits out blood): Well, it broke her heart that you were like this. She tried to leave you and take me far away, you know that? That was the time when she found out she was sick. 
Patrick (In total disbelief): No. Just no. She wouldn’t dare to do that by leaving me. 
June: She knew about your dealings, but she had to stay quiet because you would be mad at her for knowing your secrets. 
Patrick: No, you’re lying right now. 
June: If I was lying, I would be buried in a pile of dirt. 
Patrick: Are you fucking serious by telling me about this bullshit? 
June: There’s no bullshit. You taunted, got high on drugs and getting wasted when my mother was in the kitchen. 
Patrick: You don’t know shit! Does she think that drugs were ruining her family? 
June: No, but marrying you was one of the worst things she has done. I love my mom, and you came and ruin everything by being an asshole and a liar. 
(Getting fed up, Patrick grabs June by the hair and throws her on the ground. Then two guys showed up with shotguns. They look at June on the ground and threaten to shoot her, but Patrick raises his hand to stop them.). 
Patrick: Pay no attention to this girl, please. She’s a terrible little pest. 
Rufus: Why, this is the day. I have some stuff to put away in the shed, but I don’t want kids to touch my things without permission. So, she’s not gonna cause trouble, right? 
Patrick: Do not worry. She’s a whiny or spoiled child. 
Rufus: Uh, don’t you mean “Whiny and spoiled?”She can’t be here while I show you my collection. 
Patrick: Yeah, whiny and spoiled. I’m just fuming. 
Rufus: Well, I can cheer you up once I show you my collectible display. 
Patrick: Let me take care of this brat first. 
Rufus: Fine, take care of her. 
(While Rufus is putting things away, Patrick grabs June by the hair again and takes her outside to the steps. He gets annoyed and takes her to the car where she can sit and wait for him.). 
Patrick: Let’s go, June. 
June: What the fuck did you hit me for? 
Patrick: For being a fucking brat! 
June: Come on! I think your friend is a moron to be a scientist. 
Patrick: He prefers to be an inventor of making clones and prototypes. 
June: I don’t buy that and you’re making an excuse to cover his ass. 
Patrick: You know, it’s very annoying to put up with your shit everyday. You talk about your mom leaving me and taking you because our marriage was failing. 
June: You guys were never married, you were engaged for a little bit. I think you’re always sensitive about facts that are true. 
Patrick: Well, you sit your ass down and wait in here. 
June: Are you kidding me? It’s gonna be humid later. 
Patrick: I don’t expect you to get hasty with me while I’m talking to one of my friends. Now, stay in here, or else you’re gonna get crushed like a melon. 
June: Wouldn't imagine that. 
Patrick: Just stay in the car and don’t fucking mess it up while you wait. Now, before I go, need a snack or water? Maybe let the windows down? 
June: Really? You’re gonna be nice after you beat the shit out of me? Get out of here, man. 
Patrick: I was suggesting to give you things, but now you’re giving me this fucking attitude again. If you were my real daughter, I would give you more punishments. 
June: I’m already blamed and I am so glad that you’re not my father. My mother regret marrying you cause she wants me to have a male figure in my life. But it’s all over and you’re gonna burn in hell. 
Patrick: Not until you make a deal with the devil before going there on your own. Now, sit in here. 
June: Fine. Just sitting in this vehicle until the heat comes out and I get to suffer in this box. 
(Had enough, Patrick shuts the car door and locks it with his car keys. June is unsatisfied and annoyed by this as she spits blood in a napkin. She looks at the window and sees the sun while the breeze is cool. June sighs and leans back in her seat. The scene cuts with Patrick walking downstairs and goes to Rufus’s lab.). 
Rufus: Yes, you’re back and right on time today. The back is filled, but you’re going to love the pieces. 
Patrick: Yeah, sorry about June. She was a stepdaughter. 
Rufus: Stepdaughter? Wow! Do you like kids? 
Patrick: No. They’ll be getting in trouble on the road, taking tools from their parent’s garage or sneaking into someone’s home. June is just a stubborn brat. 
Rufus: So, she frequently causes trouble whenever you’re busy with your stuff, huh? 
Patrick: Yeah, but I keep her at home. I should rip her apart and give you some parts of her flesh to use as a robot. 
Rufus: You can try to do the ripping, but her parts won’t be able to fit in one of my creations. 
Patrick: Why? She was annoying today. And she keeps fighting me to make her point across that gets me more fuming. 
Rufus: Well, it’s about time that you can do your dealings before dealing with a brat who is a pain in the ass. You will do more than arguing with a teenager as well as fixing some corrupt government. 
Patrick: Corruption isn’t the key. Do you have any creations that can turn people into zombies? 
Rufus: Unless you want a zombie apocalypse chasing your tail, you better think again. I just need more time to get my creations together. 
Patrick: So, what have you got? I know you’ve been working on so many projects that involve a group of girls posing for you. 
Rufus: Those were young girls who wanted to have a chance in modeling for the big boys, but they didn’t got the opportunity because they were still in school. Luckily, I offer to help them out. 
Patrick: How? By getting their grades up? 
Rufus: No, not school. I was negotiating to them if they want a job, they will have to follow the rules. 
Patrick: So, do they agree with the fact that you’re making creations out of body parts? 
Rufus: I didn’t tell them about my job. They wouldn’t believe any word I said about cutting people into pieces and use them as walking statues. 
Patrick: How many girls are there? 
Rufus: Four. One freshmen, two sophomores and one junior. 
Patrick: Younger meat, just like June. Except she’s the rotting meat with bones to crush. 
Rufus: How about I’ll get you some red meat to eat? 
Patrick: So I can pretend that I’m a cannibal? 
Rufus: No, to get more iron in your blood. You look like you didn’t eat a hamburger for months. 
Patrick: I have been eating meat, but I also eat carbs, too. Just mustard, onions and cheese. 
Rufus: You look like you’re in good shape, but you still need a few meat to put on the bones. Those girls look like twigs, and they might have diets that seem to be bizarre. 
Patrick: Have you been babysitting these girls? Cause it seems like they’re giving you too much stress. 
Rufus: Stressed out and hungry. I was about to get a sandwich until I saw a group of college students causing trouble on campus. That’s when I call my employees to put them in a bag and knock them out by using chloroform. 
Patrick: Holy fuck! You have chloroform? 
Rufus: Yes! I was cursing the bastards out because they were messing with my fan. A boy should get punish by his parents. It was a fraternity group that liked to break rules while flirt with girls. I got more room to put my stuff away. Wanna come in? 
Patrick: Sure. Do you have other creations? 
Rufus: Dude, I have a lot of my inventive toys. 
Patrick: It better be good machinery, not one of those robotic animatronics with stringy arms that can do pixel art. 
Rufus: It can do more than just paint with a brush or how to use fingers to cut vegetables with a cleaver. In fact, I want to make an ENT for my creations. It means ears, nose and throat. Follow me because I have my creations in the works. 
Patrick: Sure, lead the way, Rufus. 
(Rufus brings out the keys in his pockets and use a bigger key that is a golden key with a chain around it. He puts the key in the hole and the door clicks before he can open it.). 
Rufus: Welcome to my creation store for my inventions. 
(As they enter, Patrick is shocked to see multiple statues made out of flesh, bone and blood with robotic arms and legs as well as bolts on the bodies. He see a big jar of flesh, hands, feet and legs. He drop his jaw and looks around.). 
Rufus: So, what do you think? I got names for the creations. I’m making one where it can have mini devil horns on the head. You may look around if you’re intrigued. 
Patrick: Holy shit! You made all of these by yourself? 
Rufus: Yes. Well, I had to catch one or two more before getting the creations started. This one is my first creation on the left. 
(He points to a unicorn-looking robotic statue with a metal horn and a tail that appears to be fake hair extensions for the tail.). 
Patrick: Wow! A unicorn statue. 
Rufus: It took a long time, but it was working. This was the beginning of a new chapter where I names to call it before making a few ones. I used colors like pink, yellow, orange and brown, but I use white for the whole body. 
Patrick: How extraordinary. You made something with flesh and bone, and you put colors on it like a coloring book. 
Rufus: Well, this had been done when I was living on the road. I got my groceries, clothes and found a place to make some scientific research. I have a bear coat, a plastic wrap, clown masks, duct tape and a little bit of pink wool. However, I didn’t use it for my unicorn here, though it would be perfect. 
Patrick: Have you been tampering? 
Rufus: No. I want to make a devilish statue, but I’m afraid I would make an imp with a tiny tail. So, the unicorn is my first. 
Patrick: Impressive. Although, the horn looks like it’s gonna fall and it’s not stable enough. 
Rufus: That’s poppycock. I made a small mistake. Anyway, there’s more stuff to show you. All of them have a unique look and I put batteries in them, just like my unicorn one. 
(As they continued, Rufus brings out a couple of gigantic robot statues on display, much to Patrick’s surprise. He brings out a remote to bring out twenty robot statues to show to Patrick who is in awed at this point. Rufus unveils a big table to show Patrick a bunch of robot heads with makeup, face paint and face mask. Finally, he brought a concession table for refreshments and food.). 
Rufus: Here, have some food. 
Patrick: Thanks, man. 
(The table was filled of hamburgers, tater tots, onion rings and tomato soup with beer on the side next to the sloppy Joe bowl with chili and beans on the side. They sit down and eat together.).
Rufus: So, what do you think about my creations? 
Patrick: I don’t know how you made all of these things, but they look incredible. 
Rufus: Well, thank you. I have to hold onto them as long as I can without getting caught by the police. 
Patrick: I’m running away from the pigs, you know. 
Rufus: What did you do? Steal something from the bank? 
Patrick: I killed a bunch of people, embezzlement and theft. I was like an orc who went on a mission to kill and cause a massacre in town. 
Rufus: But you’re a good man to my buddies at the garden. 
Patrick: You mean the greenhouse where they sell weed? 
Rufus: Yes, but I made some friends and I think you’re gonna like them if you have more dealings. 
Patrick: Well, you know I do have nails to use for some of these creations. Do you have names for them? 
Rufus: Yes, I do have some names. And it’s a lot. That one is called the “Demonized Chen of Hundreds.” The other one is called “A long and lost torrent with pieces.” And the big one is called “The Gigantic God of Death with a hook.” 
Patrick: How long have you had these creations? 
Rufus: Thirteen years. I had energy in my bones to create without sweating as well as hiding them away from public. 
Patrick: I’m so glad we get to have the dealings in here. The walls are stone and no one can hear or find your stuff. 
Rufus: No one can find out. As long as you don’t tell your sour stepdaughter about this place. 
Patrick: She causes trouble for me to give me enough stress. 
Rufus: Geez, if she was buzzing around, you can squash her with a fly swatter. Seriously, how did her mother die? 
Patrick: She had cancer. 
Rufus: I’m so sorry. Did you knew her before asking her hand? 
Patrick: We just met at an old gentleman’s club at the central square of the town to ease my mood. She look like she was left alone by some group of friends and she was wearing a dress that was pale yellow. 
 
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