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Mr. Oz · (12-31-2015)

Ghost Tank woke up in his home. He grunted as he woke up, still feeling sore, even though it had been a couple of weeks, he still was healing from his head being smashed. He slid his feet over the edge of his bed, standing up, then making his way straight to the closet. He put on his black pants, black tank top, and he put in the sclera contacts, blacking his eyes out completely. He looked at the mask that had been made for himself. He picked it up, looked at it,

"Death must ride this eve."

He then slid his mask on, and made his way out of his bedroom and towards to the parkour training area. He looked around, making sure none of his employees were watching as he walked behind a Super Mario Brothers block ramp being on his left, with the tallest block being several heads above him. In the space between the block ramp and another wall which is on his right. On the ground, there is nothing, but it would be able to be pushed down upon, which caused that piece of ground to fall, only to be replaced with false flooring that camoflauged with the piece that was replaced. Soon the wall in front of him would open up, sliding to the right, revealing a dumbwaiter type of elevator. He was fond of secret tunnels in large houses, mostly thanks to his growing up with Batman. Wayne Manor being an inspiration for his home's new nooks and crannies.

He stepped inside the elevator, and just as he stepped inside, he pressed a button on the side of this new area, which closed the door behind him. He then began to lower himself down a hole in the ground, as he did, blood red lighting began to flicker to life, each couple of feet would illuminate his descent. Five feet, ten feet, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, then finally the elevator hit the bottom of the tunnel, measuring thirty feet. He walked calmly through the cold tunnel, and came upon a steel door and frame. He opened it, walked through the threshold, and closed the door after him. He then flicked a switch, causing flourescent lighting bringing light to the darkness. Inside it was covered in cement, ceiling to floor, and in the middle of the room is a steel chair is a living, breathing, grumbling human being.

"So, a couple things."

He walked over to the wall middle-left wall, stepping onto a small stone before stepping back, causing the wall to flip around, which caused the wall to flip, scraping against the walls. It would reveal every conceivable item one can believe would be used to torture. From tools of dentistry to things that is for masonry would use, as well as smithys. However instead of going to the larger equipment, he picked up a scalpel, inspecting it in the light, then brought it down. He then looked and saw some pliers. He looked over his shoulder,

"Thanks for "donating" your cock. I know you don't use it, and I have to use mine for my wife. My cock is my best friend. We do things together, fun things.Oh yeah, I forgot, that's the other thing. I married Alysia. Now we're thinking of adopting. She was born here, but, since we can't have children, adoption is the best thing to do. Maybe do the Jolie thing, adopt an African kid. Though, it really is best if we adopt from the United States. Adopt a baby a different race from ours. Or rather, mine. Who knows what we'll do. I can throw out the money for whatever the fuck I want. You know that much."

The injured man in the seat didn't speak, his head resting on his left shoulder. Ghost Tank moved to walk in front of the tied man, and smiled while he took the sack off the mans head,

"Do you know why I am doing this to you?"

The man looked over to Ghost Tank through the corner of his eye, speaking softly,

"Because you're a sick fuck, Oswald. A sick fuck that likes to torture his friends."

"EHHH! WRONG! And don't call me Oswald."

He brought the scalpel to the man's right cheek, cutting him long and slowly, reaching the corner of the man's lips while he spoke again,

"I am Death, Destroyer of Worlds. I am not the man you used to know."

He moved to be behind the man's chair, and gripped his right hand's middle finger, taking the pliers and yanking out the nail from the bound man who hissed and bit his bottom lip, trying hard to not scream out his pain,

"Instead, I am a new kind of man. Have to evolve in the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff. Have to become exactly what I used to claim. A new breed of beast, a new kind of monster. Do you remember that..."

He pulled out another nail, this time from the same hand's thumb, which caused a muffled scream to come out from the man's mouth as he bit harder on the lip,

"Alvald?"

He moved back to be in front of the man, who looked up at Ghost Tank, spitting into his face, revealing it truly was that old cameraman to Ghost Tank, but now even more scraggly looking,

"Fuck you, Oswald! You sick fucking piece of shit! I wish I never had become your cameraman!"

Ghost Tank chuckled, wiping the saliva off his face. He brought to Alvald's bare chest, beginning to carve into his skin with the scalpel, which caused Alvald to cry out in pain, while Ghost Tank snickered,

"OH HO HO! Some balls now! Well, that's all that's left. Anyways. Alvie, Alvald, Al," He tsked, "you shouldn't have taken the assignment of being cameraman to me. Because now your little heart is breaking. You should have known better. I was splitting open my own fucking head, I was letting myself be hung by meat hooks! What the fuck did you think was going to happen to you one day? Did you think you were going to live a long happy life? Has horror movies not taught you anything?"

He stabbed into what little bit of fat the skinny male had, to non-lethally hurt him. The pain of the stab caused him to scream loudly,

"The most evil person, is the one who acts crazy, talks to people sweet and gentle, and uses intelligence to get everything his way. Though, with Alysia, I truly do care about her. You, on the other hand, are not worthy."

With that, Ghost Tank chuckled and moved over to the wall,

"How long do you think you can live? How long do you think you have before I finally grow tired of you? Because, I'm thinking you'll live long enough to see how you die. However I'd bet against myself and say..."

Ghost Tank he grabbed with his free hand, a rib spreader, while putting the pliers up.

"You probably won't."

He then grabbed a bonesaw, before walking back over to Alvald,

"Alvald...It's time to introduce you to your insides, as they become your outsides."

He chuckled and the visuals begin to slowly fade out as Ghost Tank kicked Alvald down onto his back while tied in the chair. He put the saw down, grabbed the scalpel, and began to carve deep into the male's chest. Ghost Tank began to laugh while Alvald screamed for help...

Something that would never come, as Ghost Tank used the spreader, cracking the ribs open and Alvald's chest. Blood moving down the floor, to a drain that was hidden from plain view under the now tipped over chair.

CanYouHearTheScreams?

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