The Dawn of Darkness (Part 27 - The End)

The dreams had been killing me for weeks now. They were so vivid, I felt like I was right there, bleeding, writhing in pain. The last one I woke with my head pounding, I had to feel for it, believing that it had really been blown off. I had to relax back into my pillow and talk myself down.

When I joined my abnormal psyche in their little field trips to the mental institution, I didn't know what to expect. Certainly not this handsome guy who was practically a vegetable. He'd killed some girl when he was only a teenager and now a good 5 years had passed and he was still lying in his hospital bed, catatonic. They were doing tests to determine what was causing his breakdown, and the greatest conclusion that they'd come to was that his mind had split and was forcing him out of consciousness.

Didn't make any sense to me. So I became an addict. I originally was attending the hospital once a week, and lately, as my dreams increased, so did my visits. They were doing brain scans on him to determine what external stimuli was affecting the receptors in his head. I started with the standards. We held pictures in front of his closed eyes, played him music and read books to him. I was assigned to the reading. I started with a Sparks book, thinking that romance was pleasant enough.

All of it seemed to affect him in some kind of manner. After a couple of weeks, they figured out that he was having the greatest response when I was there. I'd never met the guy before and here I was eliciting this marked increase in brain activity from him. Talk about an ego stroke. As I changed the reading material, his brain waves grew even stronger. He really seemed to enjoy the erotica that I snuck in. Luckily the room was wired for only a video feed and not audio. As far as the cameras were concerned, I was still reading Sparks.

I made friends with the guards at the hospital by bringing them in cookies and an occasional bottle of something forbidden. Of course, the low top tops and plentiful cleavage didn't hurt matters either. We were about a month into studying him when I was able to convince them to look the other way one evening, turning off the monitor to his room.

Standing their in the air-conditioned chill, my heart racing, I began to speak to him.

"Would you like to see anything special, Patrick?" I asked, not expecting much of a response. He lie still in the bed, not moving. "Would you like it if I took off my top?"

There was a stirring at that, I would swear by it. The pinkie finger on his left hand twitched. My heart leapt into  my throat. "I could do that. Would you like to see that?" I clearly saw his eyelids flutter. I talked myself up, trying to raise my confidence. The cameras were turned off, I reasoned. The guards wouldn't see me. And his eyes were closed. The most that he would be able to see would be a mental sense of me.

I pulled my sweater over my head and stood there. The air grew dense with arousal. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I'd decided not to wear any underwear for the occasion, in case I needed to pull my clothes back on quickly. His eyes flittered back and forth in their sockets. My pulse was hopping like a jack rabbit. I worried that he might actually open his eyes and leap off the bed towards me at any minute.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. His pinkie moved again and this time I clearly caught it. "You want more? You want to see more?" The eyes flashed under their lids. "Of course you do."

I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was standing there, completely nude save for my black leather boots, the skin tight ones that ran up to the knees. I felt powerful. My hair was standing on end, my scalp was crackling with energy. I ran my hands down over my breasts and pinched my nipples. They hardened instantly at my touch.

Then he moaned. It was soft, almost inaudible, but in the still of the room, it met my ears and reverberated off the canals. He knew I was there and he liked it. I let my gaze travel to the sheets covering his torso. There was an outline of his hard cock raising it. My pussy buzzed with excitement.

There were footsteps in the hall and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I pulled my skirt and sweater on in less than 2 seconds and smoothed the material. The footsteps continued down the hallway. I laughed at my foolishness and moved towards the bed. I sat in the chair next to it and laid my head next to his hand. His fingers twitched again and connected my my hair. I looked up at him and kissed his hand.

He was still hard. I could make out the curve of him from under the sheet. I slowly slipped my hand under and grabbed onto his shaft. It was thick and pulsed under my touch. I stroked slowly and gently, feeling for the inevitable. I couldn't let him cum on his sheets, but I was also afraid to look at his dick. There was something inside of me that knew if I saw it any sooner than necessary, I'd be caught doing more than just a strip tease for a catatonic killer.

As the moment grew closer, I pulled back the sheet and leaned over. The head of his cock was bright pink and pulsing. As he started to ejaculate, I moved my head over and positioned it before the blast. Three hot squirts flew straight into my mouth, instantly filling it. I swallowed as fast as I could and licked off the remaining dribbles. He moaned again but didn't open his eyes. I reached up and stroked his cheek. His face was cold to the touch.

As I walked down the corridor and out of the hospital that day, I was already formulating a plan in my head. I wanted to get him out of there. I needed to get him out of there. How to do it was the biggest mystery in what was becoming a world full of mysteries in my life.

She's coming. I can hear her coming. Fuck, I can SMELL her coming. Come on, baby. I've got a surprise for you.

The nurse from earlier had taken my vitals and not noticed anything different about me. She'd become so accustomed to doing her standard job, she'd forgotten to stay aware for those little signs. My breathing pattern had changed. Oh, and that small matter of me flexing my toes when she came it. She'd somehow managed to miss that one, stupid twat.

Not that I wasn't glad that she'd missed it. I wanted the first person to find me alive, awake, breathing... living.... to be my Dawn. She'd been the only one who'd cared. She was the one who deserved to see me in this state first. I wasn't sure how she'd react. My thoughts were on fire with the possibilities.

When the door cracked open, I knew it was her. There was this sweet smelling air around her, something like the smell of a bakery in the mornings, all sugar and vanilla. Her hair was natural, her hair alive with bouncing curls. I loved that look. It signaled a spirit. No one had that liveliness about them like she did. No one was as full of vitality as Dawn.

She moved towards the bed and placed her hand on my thigh. "How you doin' today, Mister?" she asked playfully. Blood instantly rushed to my cock.

She grabbed the chair that was near the bed and sat down. There was  book in her hands. She was planning on reading to me. Or at least making the motions like she would be for the cameras.

"I want to get you out of here," she began to confess. "I don't know how to do it and I don't know what I would do with you once I did. But there is something in me that is screaming. You belong with me. I belong with you. It must sound so stupid. You're a fucking murderer! But I can't deny what I'm thinking... what I'm feeling. We have a connection."

She lowered her head and I could see tears roll out of her eyes and down her nose. They dripped off the tip and splashed onto the open pages of the book. Her shoulders softly heaved.

My eyes looked for the camera. Being very careful to not move anything other than my hand, which was obscured from the camera by her body, I moved my fingers and strummed them on the book. Her head flew up.

"What the...?" It was the most that she could get out before she saw that my eyes were open and staring right at her. Her mouth opened and closed in rapid succession. "When? How?"

I smiled softly at her and lightly shrugged my shoulders. There were still so many functions that my body couldn't perform. My muscles had been laying useless for so many years.

"Oh jesus!" she exclaimed, planting her palm against her mouth. I reached for her other hand, still on the bed. Her eyes watched as I picked it up and moved it over to my hard-on. I flexed for her and suddenly the room was filled with her laughter.

"I should have guessed. If there's anything that can wake a man up, it's his dick!" Her smile was luminescent, but faded quickly, her face becoming all stern and business-like. "Is this all it is? Or am I wrong in thinking that we have something cosmic going on here?"

I stared directly into her eyes, not blinking. She began to soften. "OK, OK. I'll figure it out. We're getting you out of here."

She leaned down and quickly kissed me on the lips. It was too fast. I could barely taste her, but I understood that she only had a couple of seconds before the cameras caught on. She smiled again and then exited the room, clicking the door softly behind her.

Good girl. My good girl, Dawn. My sweet, loving, stupid, stupid Dawn.

That moment where he touched me was one thing. But those eyes! They were the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen, a sparkling green shot with hints of gold. He was awake! He was awake for me.

My heart grasped around that thought as I sweet talked Hector, the guard who worked the night shift. He was always laying the lines on thick with me. There was no innuendo about it. He charmed me with lines like "When you gonna ride my face with that booty?" It had been easy enough to get him to look the other way the prior night. This was going to be something else entirely.

They stopped videotaping after the day shift left, shortly after 6 PM. The cameras were trained on the rooms but only for the guards benefit. If anyone started cutting themselves with a tool they'd squirreled away, the guards were supposed to rush in and stop them. In Bryan's case they just had to be prepared for him to wake up. After the second year, I think they'd just given up on paying much attention at all. Recently they'd been looking a little more frequently, what with the students coming and going and the court revisiting the case to pull him off of the support system he was on.

I was wearing a loose dress with no underwear that night. I stepped into Hector's booth and lifted the hem of my skirt up to my knees. His eyes followed it up. I turned my back to him and lifted the material higher. As it moved over my ass, he leaned in and buried his nose in my crack. I could feel his slimy tongue dip into my pussy and probe in and out. I allowed him a couple swipes before I pushed towards him and sat in his lap. He reached around and mauled my tits with his meaty hands. I ground my ass down into his lap. My hands moved towards his belt. He raised his ass, expecting me to undo his belt.

I grabbed his gun and turned around fast. His eyes widened.

"Gotcha, you dirty, dirty boy!" I laughed and twirled the gun in my grasp.

"Fuck! Don't do that shit! I thought you was being serious!" He leaned back and sighed hard, then pulled the gun out of my hand. I straddled his lap, facing him.

"Nah, I just wanted that thing out of the way. They scare me. Looks like they scare you too. How am I supposed to cum if I'm scared? You want me to cum for you, don't you?" He licked his lips and nodded. "Then ditch that thing. For now, at least."

He eagerly tossed the gun to the side. It slid across the floor and clanked against the corner of the room.

"That's better. Now get your head in there!" I pointed to my cleavage. He dug his nose in. I wrapped my arms around his head and head him tight. He started to struggle, his arms flailing and his legs kicking. I held on like a cowboy holds onto a bucking horse. After a couple of seconds, he ceased his fighting.

I pulled back from him and stood. Fishing around in my bra, I retrieved the chloroform soaked handkerchief and stuffed it in his mouth. I scrambled and picked up the gun, checking to make sure the safety was on before sticking it in my bra. I wheeled the chair he was passed out in into the tiny storage closet and locked the door. I turned off the monitors and buzzed the lock on Bryan's door then headed down the hallway.

He was waiting for me. He'd managed to swing his legs off of the side of the bed. Not sure if he had worked up to seeing whether or not he could walk, I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway and brought it in, helping him to get settled in it. He smiled up and me and caressed my cheek.

"Daw..." he started, not being able to hit the final "n" sound. My heart lurched. I hadn't told him my name. I'd never said it out loud to him. But he knew.

I was doing the right thing. I placated myself with that thought as I headed toward the service elevator. My car was waiting down in the loading dock. If we made it down there, we'd be driving away in less than 3 minutes.

We'd be together.

She'd done it. Crafty, resourceful, Dawn. As much as she claimed that she didn't know how she was going to get me out of the hospital, she'd managed to do it in under 10 minutes. I was sitting in the passenger side of her car as it sped along on the freeway.

"We're going to a friend's house for the time being," she advised me. It didn't matter any to me. I just wanted to get her alone. Once I could do that, it would all be cake from there on out.

She was flushed with the excitement of the break-out. Her cheeks glowed a sharp pink and her eyes were alight with life. She glanced over at me from time to time, as if to make sure that I was really there. I realized in that moment that Dawn spent as much time in her own head as I spent in mine.

By the time that we pulled up to the cracker jack tract home, it was well past 10 PM and the sky was a dark blue, dotted with stars. My legs were creaking back to life and I was able to make it up to the front door with my arm wrapped around her shoulders, leaning into her for support. She juggled me and the keys to the front door. After flipping the lock, she wrangled me inside and down the hallway to the master bedroom.

She flipped me on the bed and looked long and hard at me. Her mouth formed a tiny smile.

"You're here," she whispered. "You're really here. And you're all mine."

I nodded. She was wearing a wrap-around dress, and began to untie it at the belt and remove it. It slid down her shoulders and onto the floor. She was wearing a garter belt and stocking but no underwear. Her bra was smashing her tits up to form a tight shelf under her chin. There was a gun tucked between them. She pulled it out and went to place it in the dresser drawer next to the bed. "The guard's," she explained, closing the drawer.

She reached around and unhooked her bra, leaning forward and letting it fall off of her breasts. They were huge. I had the sudden desire to have her dangle them in my face, have them pressed on either side of my head. To be the filling of a boob sandwich. I laughed at the thought of it. The sound was choked in my throat.

"Jesus, are you OK?" She moved over to the bed and looked into my eyes with concern.

I nodded. "Fffffunny," I lisped.

"What's funny?" Her brow creased.

"Booooooooo-bs." I smiled up at her.

She huffed a little laugh with her lips pressed tight into a slightly amused smile. "Yes, I have boobs. You like my boobs?" She mounted me. She leaned forward and they swayed within inches of my face. I murmured my approval. She grabbed onto them and squeezed. He nipples popped out like those weird alien toys whose eyes pop out when you squeeze.  I let my tongue loll out of my mouth. She swiped her left nipple and then her right across it as if she was getting me to wet an envelope flap. Her smile was warm as she giggled.

She moved downward and pulled the loose hospital pants off of my legs. My cock was standing straight up. She moved back into a straddling position and lowered herself onto me, then began rocking softly. The sensation was beyond amazing. In that moment, I wanted to be inside of her forever.

But I knew I couldn't. Her little dream of us being together wasn't going to come to fruition. As her head fell back and she moaned deeply, I felt for the dresser drawer, pulling it open. My hand felt around for the gun. My fingers swept back and forth, but connected with nothing.

I looked back up at her, feeling her legs convulsing around my hips. She kept moving, rocking back and forth. My balls began to tingle in that familiar way.

"Dawn?" I asked. "Da....." I couldn't work it out a second time as I was overcome with my orgasm. I felt my cum course out of the tip of my dick and splash inside of her pussy. My eyes fell closed and I savored the moment.

Fuck it. I'll let the bitch live. Just so long as I get to keep this sensation forever.

"I love you."

The words were tiny out of his mouth, spoken at the precise moment that I felt him release his seed into me. I tightened my Kegel muscles and held him in place. His eyes fluttered behind their lids softly and then opened and stared up at me.

"I know. I love you too, Bryan."

"How did you know?" His face spoke to me. It was filled with knowing and sadness.

"Because split personalities are a crock. Anyone with any fucking sense would realize that, right?"

He sank back against the mattress. "I should have given you more credit."

"Yeah. Everyone should have. But that's beside the point now. I actually thought that there might be a Patrick in you. I really wanted there to be. I even dreamt of it."

"So did I."

"Your dreams were probably more detailed than mine. I mainly felt the sensations. I could feel the emotions. Everything that you couldn't feel. Because you have no emotions, Bryan. Sociopaths never do. You see," I paused and took a deep breath. "I never bought into the multiple personality type crap. My mother pulled that bullshit and won. But she wasn't 2 or 3 or 30 different people like she claimed to be. She was a fucking cold bitch. Plain and simple. She didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself. That's a sociopath. That was what she really was.

"That's what you are."

I placed the gun between his eyes. His arms tried to lift but he still couldn't do more than bat at me. His eyes were wide with panic.

"Don't be scared. It's all going to be over soon." I smoothed his hair back off of his forehead. "Time to end the connection, Bryan."

Skull fragments sprayed across my chest and torso after I pulled on the trigger. Blood dripped off off my neck and breasts. The pulse that I'd felt between my legs stopped. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.

"OK, Dawn. Your turn." I moved the gun to my temple. "Hang up the phone."

And then the line went dead.