43 Dreadful ending

"I'm home." Issac called, setting his school bag down, as he stepped into the house further.

His father was sitting reading a paper, the mist of cigar smoke filled the room. "Make sure to pull off your shoes, before entering the house." The father spoke sharply.

Issac shrugged, "I know, I know." Issac used his toes to pull the shoes off his heels, before going onto the wood flooring.

"Was that back talk?" The father says, putting the paper down, looking at Issac.

Issac held his hands up shakily. "N-No, Most definitely not."

His father gets out of his chair, walking over to Issac. He stares down over him, his shadow casting over head. "You're stammering too much. You little liar!" He says, back handing Issac across the face hard.

Issac winced, his eyes tearing up slightly. He remained still, and silent. "I'm sorry."

"Good, you better be. I don't need your good for nothing mother running her mouth about you crying. Get to your room, and I better not hear a peep." The father says, pushing Issac onto the floor.

Issac landed on his butt, holding back saying anything. He stumbled back up to his feet, holding his arm nervously.

His father quickly raises his hand to provoke Issac. "WHAT DID I SAY!?"

Issac closed his eyes tight, as he flinched, with a fearful expression.

His father grabs him, by the hair. "You also need a hair cut, you look like a girl. Might be all those damn pills they had your mother on. I swear, you two make me sick." He snarls, pulling Issac with him, forcing him to the study room.

Issac struggled, "Let go, please! Dad!" Issac was panicking.

"Shut up. You're getting a beating, and you're going to like it. Little shit." He says, now entering the office. He pushes Issac forward again, onto the floor, and walks to a desk, pulling out a wooden switch.

Issac scrambled to the wall, holding tight against it with his back. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry!"

"You're gonna be, now hold still!" The father says, as he starts to whip Issac constantly with the switch.

Over five minutes passed, and he was still whipping Issac. He now had cuts, and bruises from the beating. Footsteps approach the room, and the door opens.

The mother stood there horror in her eyes, "ISSAC!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!? LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She shouted to the father, running over to Issac.

The father knocks her backwards, and looks her direction. "He had this coming, you stupid cunt! I'm trying to be a father here. A PARENT. Not some lame-duck, wannabe mother who only comes to his aid when he's hurt. If he were to die? What would you do then? Would you still cry and whine? You know it was all about the sex with you."

She shakes her head, and pushes passed him to Issac. She held him tightly. "You're wrong! Oh my baby. I'm so sorry!"

She feels a strong grip on her shoulder, as she's ripped from Issac. Issac's father now had her in a strong grip, and forces her to the desk in the room. He bends her over, and lifts her skirt. "I'll prove to you how much of a whore you really are. Deny it all you want. He's going to see it as well." He says, smacking Issac's mom across the back of her head.

He unzips his pants, and pulls out his fat manhood. Her eyes widen as she felt his dad enter her. Their shadows were now casting over Issac as he stared in horror.

"MOM!!" Issac rushed to his feet.

The dad peers over, and smacks Issac in the face hard knocking him back to the floor. " Stupid brat! You never run up on people mating. Especially skanks that deserve it. Go to your room. When I'm done here, we'll finish your punishment."

Issac gritted his teeth, pushing himself off the floor. "Leave her alone..."

"Issac?...Just go to your room honey....I-I'll...be fine...Okay?" Issac's mother pleaded.

Issac was tearing up, but did as his mother ordered. He ran upstairs to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he picked up his pocket knife, and went into the bathroom. Issac laid down in the tub, whimpering as he held the closed knife to his chest. He had tears streaming down his face. Issac rolled up his sleeves, where several cuts were in place. Flipping open the knife, he slit from his wrist to his elbow, on both arms, and laid there. His blood was beginning to fill up the tub, as his vision got blurry, slowly closing. He faintly saw someone enter the bathroom, before loosing consciousness.

There was loud sirens and commotion, before Issac awoke in a hospital room. His arms had been sewn up, and he was on blood dialysis. His eyes looked around the room hazily.

A hand is felt on his arm. "Issac?" A womanly voice called out to him.

His eyes looked over, to see his mother sitting beside him. "M...Mom?.."

"Oh thank goodness you're awake! When I found you..." His mother was tearing up.

"Why didn't you just let me die?..." Issac winced quietly, his voice was horsed.

His mother shakes her head. "I could never let you die. You're my son...The only one I have...I have to protect you from...Oh, I should call your father, before he becomes angry about it getting too late."

"No..." Issac furrowed his brows, he was scared.

"Now Issac, I know how you feel. But your father was just having one of his fits...He gets out of hand, but it's nothing you should be afraid of. We can't talk too much around the doctors. I don't want them taking you from me." Issac's mom says, smiling uneasily.

"I won't go back... You can't make me..." Issac started to cry.

"..." Issac's mother became silent. "...We can't run, you know that. He...Wouldn't..Couldn't handle it..."

"How can you not see he's hurting us?! Hurting YOU..... I'd rather die...." Issac stated, starting to loose it.

"...It will get better, Issac..." His mother states, solemnly.

A doctor enters the room, looking at Issac's mother. "Hello ma'am, we need to move your son to recovery. He should be good to go in a couple of days."

Issac's mother smiles, "Wonderful...You hear that Issac?" She says, looking back to him. "We'll be going home, I bet you can't wait to get back and...." His mother stands up walking to the door. "Oh excuse me... I need to make a phone call." She says, stepping out of the room.

The doctor detaches the locks on Issac's bed, and takes him out the door. As the bed goes through the door, he finds himself standing in the white room. He looks around frantically. He spots SJ sitting at the table, with his feet up. He glances over to Issac, who flinches anxiously.

"Who are you!? Where AM I?!" Issac was shaking.

SJ got to his feet, approaching Issac. "Relax." He said, giving him some tea. "Take a drink."

Issac looked to the tea, but dropped it, pulling away from SJ. "WHERE AM I!?" He demanded.

"..." SJ took out a cigarette, lighting it. "You're losing your sanity fairly quick there. You need to calm down, and separate memory from reality."

"Stay away from me!" Issac snapped, getting his back to the door. "You're not taking me back there! You can't make me!!"

SJ stares a bit, "Now this just won't do. You're going to loose it, before she can do anything."

Issac gritted his teeth, pushing through the doorway. He opened his eyes, sitting inside a slide of a jungle gym in a park. In his hands was one of his Shakespeare novels. He laid back reading it, "This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue, and of his honor, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts, and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound, and fury, signifying nothing."

"Nice story Romeo, now tell us something that doesn't suck." A teenage boy, blurted out.

Issac peeked his head out of the slide, to look to the jungle gym above him. "...Wrong book dude. I'm reading Macbeth, not Romeo and Juliet." Issac sighed.

The kid throws a rock down the slide, and hits Issac in the back of the head.

"OW! What was that for!?" Issac held his head.

"Look where you're sitting idiot!" One other kid shouted.

Another kid slides down the slide, and his feet ram into Issac's back, knocking him forward into the sand. Issac sat up, holding his back, as he grabbed his book uneasily.

"Jerks..." Issac muttered, getting up to walk away.

A rubber ball was tossed, hitting Issac in the face. Another kid jumps onto his back, pulling at his hair. "Read me another one of your lame stories now!" The boy mocked.

Issac tried to get the kid off, as he held his face. "Get off of me!!"

More kids pile on Issac kicking at him, and making more mocking statements. "What's wrong?" They hissed, kicking at him and punching him all over.

Issac scrambled from under the dog pile. He grabbed his book, and high tailed it from the park. He ran and he ran, further into the city around him. "(Why does things have to be this way?! Nothing every goes the way I planned... What did I do to deserve this?!)" Issac whimpered.

He bumps into a couple of thugs, being tripped back, into a nearby fountain. They look over to him, they were sporting DBV, leather jackets. One growls, and pulls Issac out of the water. "You got a problem? This is our turf. You can't just waltz up in here, like you own the block." Spat the pink mohawked thug, holding to him tightly.

Water dripped from Issac's clothes and hair. His book was completely damaged, at the bottom of the water. "I'm sorry.... I was just..." Issac spoke softly.

The thug held a gun to Issac's chin. "You were what?"

Another thug walks over, calming the one with the gun down. "Hey,hey chill out man. We can use this guy..."

The thug holding the gun, smirks to the comment, and takes his gun away from Issac. "You're right...So you can keep your life. We want you to do something for us...It's not asking too much, but if you get caught, you'll be out of our hair anyway."

"(I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this...)" He sighed, nervously.

They take Issac to a store, and fix up his clothes a little. "Now, you go in. Get our beer, and get out. Don't let them spot you stealing. If you even think of going somewhere else...We'll find you, and DEAL with you." The thug growled.

Issac timidly entered the store, nodding. He slowly passed the shop keeper, glancing back to the thugs on the back exit. "(I need to get out of here... I can't do this... Just thinking of the punishment I'd get if dad found out... I don't know which is worse...)" He gulped, looking for an escape route.

He made a dash for the entrance, barreling down the street in a panic. A thug catches sight of him, and yells to the others. "HEY! HE'S MAKING A RUN FOR IT!"

They all quickly take off after Issac like wild animals. some grab to the motor bikes. As they chase Issac down the streets. He tried to leap up to the nearby wall, but slipped. Below him was the drain tunnel with running water flowing. He splashed into the water, his feet unable to feel the ground. The water was rushing, and he was struggling to stay afloat, coughing up water as he was carried down stream.

"HELP!" He gurgled between gasps of air.

The gang came to a stop looking at him. They form smiles on their faces. "Kid can't swim. Heh. HEY! I GUESS THIS TEACHES YOU A LESSON!" The man cupped his mouth with his hands, to shout at Issac.

Issac was loosing consciousness as he started to sink. His eyes were closed, but he felt a hand grab him from the water. As he felt the sting of the air on his face, he started coughing, finding himself in the white room yet again. He looked around uneasily.

"... Why does this place look familiar?" He stared around.

The maid who he had met sometime earlier, stood looking his direction. "It would seem you were visited by others who were not permitted to be here." She states, stepping to the table pouring some tea.

"What are you talking about?" Issac held his head.

"Mistress Inchgo's game. Do you not recall? If not...I suppose soon you'll be finding your place. I am just here to aid you until that moment in time. Try not to think too much, let the game help you along." The maid says, bringing Issac a cup of tea.

Issac got to his feet, "My head's kinda mixed up right now. Just... leave me alone." His hand touched the door behind him.

"As you wish. I would drink this however, it could stop the pain you are experiencing. I am only here to aid you as needed." The maid says, smiling.

"No thanks." Issac turned to the door.

"Oh I should warn you...There are only two more levels after this...Once you proceed...There is no going back..This room may not exist, after the following the up coming room. Will be the final destination. Also to note, memories from here may also be distorted from the original way you experienced them." The maid bows. "I would hope I have aided you well..Good luck. May Mistress Inchgo's blessings follow you."

Issac grimaced, stepping through the door. He found himself outside the front door of his house at the very young child age of seven, on Halloween night. He was wearing a costume that resembled Shakespeare, however he was crying, as he looked to his mom. "I don't want to goooo.." He sulked, in his doorway. "The other kids pick on me..."

"It'll be okay Issac. Go have fun, okay! Please honey." She says, kissing him on the head.

Issac's father could be heard yelling for her attention. "DAMMIT WOMAN, GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE! LEAVE THE BRAT TO THE WOLVES!"

She sighs, and shuts the door, leaving Issac with a kid in a devil mask, and others who were dressed as ghouls. "What are you supposed to be anyway?" The devil kid asked to Issac.

Issac rubbed his eye, sniffling. "...I'm...."

One kid pokes at Issac, "You're gay, that's what my daddy says calls my uncle. He looks like a girl."

The kid with the devil mask snickers, "Hey! Guys let's go into the forest. I think we can get more candy. What do you say? You guys want to go?"

"I hear there's a faceless monster in the woods that kidnaps little kids, and eats them." A creepy girl in the back, says calmly.

"Pa ha ha ha! That's awesome, we're going, and no one is saying otherwise!" The kid with the devil mask proclaimed.

"YEAH!" The other little monsters cheered.

Issac shuttered at the thought, he was still whimpering. "I-I-I Don't want to... I want my mom!" Issac cried.

"Oh, come on, loser!" The boy scoffed at Issac.

"Mama's boy! Mama's boy!" The other kids sing-songed.

Issac held his ears, shaking. "...N-no...."

The Devil masked kid sticks him with his pitch fork, forcing Issac to walk ahead, "Come on ya big baby. We're heading in!" He states, poking Issac forward.

Issac was forced to the woods, as the group of children ushered him in like little demons. His eyes nervously peered up to the dreadful looking trees, and eerie animals making sound effects. He was trembling, sweating from anxiety.

The leader looks to all the others. "Let's play hide 'n seek! The one who doesn't get found, got caught by the monster!" The child joked.

Issac was scared, his iris's trembling. "I-I don't wanna play...."

"If you don't play the game. The monsters going to get you. BOO!!!!" The kid holds out his hands fast at Issac.

"EEEEKKK!" Issac scrambled, running off into the woods.

He could hear the jeering and laughing of the others kids growing further, and further away. He stopped running, taking a breath as he peered around timidly. It was cold, and the eerie sounds of nature were crawling into his ears.

"Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!" An owl was looking his way.

Issac grew more edgy, shaking nervously.

The wind blows by him, and shifting is heard in the bushes. A looming shadow rises, as a being stared to Issac from behind. Issac was shaking like a leaf, but glanced behind him noticing the shadow. His face shot to sheer terror, as the tripped over a uprooted vine, while he tried to flee. He was breathing heavily, as his eyes kept facing the monster.

The monster lets out loud shrill, that shook the forest around Issac. It begins to move closer to him quickly. Issac panicked, running as fast as he could through the woods. He kept looking back, as the shadow monster rushed behind him.

As Issac ran, roots from trees start to pop out of the ground to capture his feet. Trees also begin to make their way his direction. Hands of zombies pop out of the ground, nearly catching to Issac's legs, the moaning could be heard loudly. Issac keeps running dodging all of the madness falling around him.

He was terrified, and crying like death was upon him. However, a gleaming hope. He spotted a tree with a hole in it. He ran for it, ducking into the hollow piece of wood. The monsters around him splashing into the trunk of the tree, but seem to retreat into darkness. Chilling noises still lurked, as Issac held his ears, trembling.

"It's going to be okay." Spoke a female voice. "Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know."

His weapon eyes lifted as he peered to the mysterious woman. A witch was faintly seen extending her hand to him, but the majority her face was concealed by her large purple hat. She had a black cat with her, his eyes staring to him. Issac felt confused, his tearing eyes looking to her. He shakily reaches his hand to hers, but the area around him changed again.

He opened his eyes, seeming to have fallen to the ground. He was at him normal age it seemed as well, wearing the attire before he got his AM uniform. His hand touched his head.

"I must have tripped..." He muttered, but his eyes dilated. He looked behind him nervously. "Wait... I was running from...it wasn't a dream... Mom is...." Issac shakily got to his feet, proceeding ahead, but glancing behind himself every few steps. He kept moving, walking down the streets of his town. He also was looking towards the tallest sky scraper, as he continued onward. He was tearing up, as he began to run.

A bird's eye glance hung over a large futuristic city with towering buildings, hover cars and bustling people. The noisy chatter was heard from all reaches of the map. His feet carried him further, noticing a to a building where many humans were cramming their way into the seating inside. A press conference seemed to be about to begin. His eyes glanced to it hesitantly.

"People of Cathelreden. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Xiao Guardiana, chief director of Alien Ministry.-" Spoke a female voice from the conference building, where he could barely see inside.

"(Maybe... I could check it out.... before...)" He thought, but contemplated the other option, a looming tower in the distance. "(No... It's not worth it... )" Deciding against his set path, he took an alternate route, rather than the preset memory.

He continued with quick footsteps, eyeing the large skyscraper. Soon he entered the main entrance, passing by the secretary.

"Excuse me sir! You can't go in there!" She got up fast, but Issac made a run for the staircase. He ran up, not halting for a second. Soon he arrived at the top of the structure.

He slowly stepped to the edge, peering down to the city below him. "I can't go on like this... she's dead... there's no one left....I'm.... All alone..."He stepped onto the ledge, his feet slowly balancing onto the flag pole, that hung over the side. He stood, staring to the city as he got to the center of it. Tears dripped from his face, falling endless miles to the streets below him. "It's time... I can't go on anymore... I want it all to END..." He cried.

"Issac!" He heard a voice call.

He slowly turned around, but began to fall backwards to the city under him. He barely caught sight of who called his name, a purple witch hat. He closed his eyes, falling . Tears flew upwards, as his body was shooting towards the ground.

"ISSAC!!" The voice shouted louder this time.

He opened his eyes seeing a broom flying his way, with Witchhazel on top of it. He stared, still the depressed expression on his face, like he didn't recognize her.

"You can't die! You need to snap out of this! PLEASE!" She was screaming to him, tears flying from her face.

"(Why is she crying for me?... I don't understand...)" He stared with the same melancholy expression, the air blowing passed him like a tornado.

"Issac!" She cried out, reaching her hand out to him, but she wasn't close enough to him.

"..." Issac closed his eyes. "(I just want it to end...)" He kept crashing towards the planet, "(I need to die....)"

"Issac! Snap out of it!" Witchhazel shouted again.

Issac opened his eyes, seeing her leap from her broom stick. She was able to get closer, reaching her hand out to him. Wind was gusting around wildly, as they both came crashing closer to the surface.

"W... Witchhazel?..." He muttered, starting to come to his senses. "(What am I doing?! This isn't just some falling dream! I'M GOING TO DIE!?)" Issac gasped, "Witchhazel!" He cried out, reaching his hand to her. The ground was closing in fast.

"You idiot!" She cried, as her hand and his finally touched. She grabbed hold tightly, pulling him to her. Her arms were wrapped around him, both crying. "I thought I was going to loose you..."

"Hazel... I'm sorry..." Issac closed his eyes, as the memory around them shattered from the falling dream, into a dark void.

They floated there in the darkness, still holding on to each other.

Out of a dark portal enters Inchgo. She floats, crossing her arms, looking to the two of them. "What the actual fuck? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO END WITH HIM DYING! In order for me to well, save him from his misery....But you had to just come sneaking in here, like some wanna be savior." She scoffed.

Witchhazel got in front of Issac, keeping her eyes on Inchgo. "Is that supposed to insult me? Please Inchgo, I'm not as easy to sway as my older sister."

Inchgo swings her hand, forming the location to the top of her manor. A red moon loomed in the distance, all three of them standing on the roof of the structure. "Hey, so Duf-Duf is a little easy to sway at times. You are still her sister. Though, she's a witch and you're just a bitch." Inchgo mocked, forming a red glowing sword which screamed of dark blood dama energy.

Issac looked over to Inchgo, placing his hand to his power glove. Witchhazel held her hand back, as she smiled to Issac from her peripheral vision. "You've been through enough trauma. Let me handle her. I can cut more than just prices."

"U-Uh, but..." He lowered his hand, as Witchhazel kept her focus on Inchgo.

"Blah,blah,blah. Let's see if your prices, can handle my refunds." Inchgo says, flying at Witchhazel quickly.

"Oh I'm sorry, All sales are FINAL!" Witchhazel formed her broom, flying at Inchgo with magic manifesting to her hand.

Inchgo laughs manically, "Let's hope that counts for your SOUL!" She says, clashing with Witchhazel.

Witchhazel creates a magical barrier, knocking Inchgo away from her hard. "Right to refuse service!" She then shoots fire balls in Inchgo's direction. Inchgo gets hit by a couple, and poofs into darkness.

Inchgo appears behind Witchhazel, and slashes her forward, her sword glows around, getting abilities from the slash. "I hate to say it, but I think I'm liking the sale you're having." Inchgo states, glowing around, in flames. She flies off at Witchhazel quickly.

Issac was uneasily watching the fight, "(I can't just let her handle this though... I don't want anyone else I care about to die...)" He was sweating anxiously.

"Hey, shop lifting isn't fair!" Witchhazel exclaimed, forming a watery barrier. Inchgo clashes into it, breaking up the water, but it cools off the flames. Witchhazel aims her hand shooting light induced arrows at Inchgo, hitting her backward into the roof top.

Inchgo squints sitting forward, "Light using bitch!"

"I believe the correct derogatory is 'witch'." Witchhazel held her index finger to her cheek.

Inchgo cackles slashing her own arm. The blood creates copies of herself, and they all float up around Witchhazel. "Since you wanted to invade my game. I want to play a new one. It's called, let's bounce the BITCH!" She says, as one of her copies hit Witchhazel, flinging her into another Inchgo clone. They all start to bounce, and slash Witchhazel back and forth. Inchgo then forms back together, and stabs into Witchhazel's back, holding her into the air. The red moon casting over them. "You should have stayed a shop keeper. This kind of thing is out of your league..." She states grinning.

"U-Urgh..." Witchhazel winced.

"Witchhazel!" Issac gasped in horror, rushing angrily at Inchgo.

"Awe, did I hurt her too badly? TOUGH! HERE! Mourn her while you can..." Inchgo mocked, thrusting Witchhazel down at Issac.

Issac gets knocked back, holding to Witchhazel, who was bleeding. "Hazel?..." He was tearing up. "Don't die on me... please..."

"I'll.. be... fine..." Witchhazel winced.

Inchgo cackles, "Stop being so over dramatic, I'll let you visit her grave. Or even her soul. Maybe I can just keep you both...Things are better in pairs." She mocked, landing on the roof top.

Issac was leering to Inchgo, as he held Witchhazel, his angry tears staring her way. "You're just like them.... All those people you made me revisit in that GAME! You're nothing but a MONSTER!!"

Inchgo walks closer to Issac, now looming over him. She tilts her head smiling, the red moon casting behind her. "Trust me Issac, you have no idea what a monster really is...There are things I haven't told you...But I guess you just aren't the one I was looking for..The question now is though. What are you going to do about it?"

Issac gritted his teeth, unable to do anything beside keep Witchhazel close. Inchgo was nearly on top of him by now.