SPIRAL 9--DESTINY REVEALED

12:00am

Lying strapped to the bed I continue to spout and protest the presence of the priest. “You have no idea what I’ve started. I’m immortal through my fans, my believers. With a smug smile I continue. They will carry on my work. Thousands worship me you fools. People are killing the degenerates all over. You can’t stop them”. My haunting laugh makes my words more powerful. “We are giving people what they need. Some need death and others need escape. So you see. You cannot truly kill me. I am immortal. I am immortal". Laughing more.

They start the first plunger. “I AM IMMORTAL YOU FOOLS! More deep laughter. I AM IMMORTAL”. My words growing softer. “I Am immortal. I am immortal.”

“Be quiet and take your medicine Max”

Half conscious my words just fall out.  “Nacho. Is that you? Where are you Nacho. Where are y

12:06am

Dr. Cooper ( the prison doctor) pronounces death.

Sometime after dark.

The priest……again? What the hell? I was just here? They strapped me in and everything. They executed me. I’m supposed to be dead? A smile comes over my face and then a laugh. “I am supposed to be dead but I'm not. I am Immortal”.

The bed. The doctor. The crash. Choppers. The priest. The plunger. My cell again.

My mind is my prison.

July 1^st, 1991

On July 1^st, 1989 I lost my wife. When it happened I had no idea that it would hurt so much that it would cause me to go insane. My life, my actions, my dreams, everything I did after the shooting was not real. It was all in my mind.

“ So nurse Ratchet has the patient received his medicine yet”?

“No doctor Sanchez. I’ll get right on it”.

“Excuse me doctor. Has Max changed at all”?

“I’m afraid not Mr. Spokes. He just sits there drawing, coloring, and proclaiming that he’s immortal. It seems that his delusions have not faded like we had hoped for. They have changed to some degree though”.

“How do you mean”?

“Well Mr. H. his delusions have taken him to what appears to be a maximum security prison. He has drawn bikes, helicopters, cars, wrecks, and what looks like a bed that people get executed on. There’s even the plungers of toxins in the pictures. He believes that he’s being executed over and over again. And every time he claims that he’s immortal”.

“Thanks doc”.

Meanwhile Nacho stands still in front of the door’s window staring at his friend. Solemn and saddened he looks on not being able to turn away. He puts his hand up against the glass. Oh Max. Get better my friend.

 

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