There Once Was This Man Called Wesley

This is a really short chapter. I'm fiddling with this and a stargate one. Review if ya want more.
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.....To Darkness Falls Over My Soul..
.....Part 3 of
.....There Once Was This Man Called Wesley....
Category: Angst, drama.
Notes:Un'Betad. For-warned. Same thing.. Reviews please. Should I continue...
Synopsis: Wesley's pov.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Lots. Um, let's see. Language, Torture, Violence, Non-con(Not going to write it.. but it's happened) But nothing really in this chapter.
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..... ::To Darkness Falls Over My Soul ::


I ran. I ran. As fast as I can.
I dream. I dream. I awaken to screams.
I hurt. I hurt. What I would do for a shirt.
I freeze. I freeze. As I collapse to my knees.
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To darkness falls over my soul.
No longer can any light be seen in these eyes of mine.
I can not any longer be human.
Wesley Wyndham Pryce is no more.
I am insane...
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I laugh at the situation, until I can not breathe. My chest is so sore.
And blood now splays from my mouth.
I am sick. Most likely it is pneumonia.
Or god knows what kind of STD that bastard has given me.
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I would laugh some more, but I don't think I can afford to cough up any more blood.
To hell with that. It might bring the dying factor faster. But, aren't I already dead?
I did die. I know I did. I felt it.
I know I'm no longer thinking rationally, but I'm pretty sure I am dead.
And this is hell. So I can't die here, since I'm already dead. ... God.. I'm giving myself a headache thinking.
I make no sense.
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I knock on my head with my fist...
Make sense. Make sense. You have never been this dense.
And More of the rythmes come out.

I'm scared, you see.
And that just isn't me.
So I use this tool of rythmes
To calm these horrid nerves of mine
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I hit my fist to my head again...
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Think.. Think.. What I would do for a drink...
Water. Warm bed.
Something to be fed.
Someone to hold me. Tell me everything will be alright..
Take me away from this horrible sight...
Angel.. I wish.....

I stop as I hear the cell open again. Soon he towers over me.
His laugh brings me chills.
Fear fills me as he lights my lightweight of a body up and over his shoulders.
I can no longer walk. My legs will not carry me.
Off I go..
I am his ho.....
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This is where I belong....
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Sniff..''

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Angel walks into the crowded bar.
A known demon hang out.

Someone had left him a note saying to meet them here.

Waiting in the exact place the note stated, Angel glanced around the room.
No one looking familiar, or out of place.
An hour had passed, and this 'snitch' was late.
Angel was just leaving when he was bumped from behind.

"Excuse me," the someone stated then exits the bar.
Angel, annoyed for having to waste his time, walks out.
He puts his hand into his jacket's pocket only to find something inside.
A folded over note.

He glances at it.
It's a joke. Someone is playing some sick game with him.
He is unsure whether to believe the impossible.

"Fuck!" He says aloud.

Could it be true. Should he get his hopes up.

Your ex-watcher friend is alive.
He is not well.
This is where you go to find him.
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???? Whatcha' think.. I kinda rushed this one. ..