Asylum of Darkness Page #5

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- Bad dream?

- The worst.

- I know

where you are now, Dwight.

You thought you killed me

but that was just a body I was

using,

just like you're using my body

now.

I'm going to come over

there and take it back.

- No, anywhere but here.

I'll do whatever you say as

long as Ellen isn't involved.

- Now

you're learning, Dwight.

Meet me outside the main

library at midnight.

- What are you doin'?

I told you to stay home.

- I thought you could use the

help.

- I'm sure, but it's

not gonna be dangerous.

- It's not gonna be dangerous?

You've been different lately

but I can still tell when you're

lying.

- I'm not, and you really need

to go.

- Come on, you make me drop you

off

in the middle of the night,

and you won't even tell me why?

- Okay, look, this guy, he's

another former mental patient.

He's shy, especially around

women.

He thinks he's havin'

some sort of relapse.

We're supposed to help

support one another.

- Like a husband and wife do?

No, I'm not going.

- Please trust me and leave.

Goddamn it!

- I'm sorry, honey.

- I would never hurt you.

- I'm so sorry, honey, I didn't

mean to grab your bad arm.

Are you okay?

- It's okay, it's okay.

It's nothing, look, look,

there's my friend.

Look, here's what you do,

just drive around the block,

and just check up on me.

If you see anything strange,

call the police.

- 'Kay, well stay where I can

see you.

- Finch!

- Hey, kesler,

I was supposed to meet

somebody here at midnight.

I, I, I think they meant to kill

me.

- That would be me.

- Kesler.

- Not anymore.

The first time I tried to kill

ya,

this woulda slowed me down,

but now.

- He's in trouble.

- Death is an ugly thing.

You were an accident.

Not part of the plan.

- Who were you fighting with?

He hurt you.

What he did, I can feel your

pain.

I knew I had to get back.

- I can't explain it in any

rational way.

No police.

No, we can't get involved in

this, okay?

There was an innocent man killed

tonight.

I think this whole thing was

planned

just to set me up!

- What just happened out there?

- I didn't know you

smoked.

- I got it from you.

Don't change the subject.

You know, when you first got

sick

and they put you away, my mom

told me

that it was a good thing

'cause your going crazy

would eventually make me go to,

and, you know, I told her off,

and I hung up the phone,

but I don't understand what's

going on.

I think I just helped you

kill somebody out there,

and what was that thing in the

gully?

- You didn't see anything,

you were too far away.

- I'm sure you didn't want me to

see it

because from what little that i

did see

it wasn't even--

- I told you

to leave it alone!

Now why don't you just

get off my ass, woman?

And I swear to god,

if you ever mention your mother

again.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I, I don't even smoke.

Come on, sit down.

You want a drink?

- Yes.

You know, the last couple days,

I felt more connected

to you than I ever have,

but to feel your pain,

to know that you were in

trouble, it's.

- A painter friend of mine told

me

to feel love deeply was

to be able to do that.

Empathy.

- It's beyond anything normal.

You're not drinking either?

- No, I, i--

- who are you?

- I'm your husband.

And I love--

- that's right, you are now.

I loved you before they put you

away.

But, when you got out,

well, you were kind of a

bastard,

like you were a second ago.

Mostly, though, you were just

distant.

But you made money and we

traveled.

I started collecting

these everywhere we went.

I was hiding behind them.

Not like you noticed.

But you notice now.

It seems you see inside me,

and I'm seeing.

Outside.

I see like I'm seeing through

your eyes.

To your insanity.

- No.

- But you seem fine now.

Messing up is your disease.

- No, no, you're just a little

drunk.

It's all right.

- No, I'm not drunk, I.

You drugged me?

- Look, look, I've taken

these a million times.

You'll be fine, you'll just

sleep

a deep, quiet, dreamless sleep.

- But I don't wanna sleep,

I wanna understand.

- No, no, if you understood it

you'd be as crazy as I was.

When you wake up in the morning,

it will all be better.

- Okay.

- I don't know how, but I'm

gonna make it

all go away.

Get your hands off my wife.

- She's Finch's wife, not yours.

You think she's starting

to figure that out?

- Stop touching her!

- I'm not doing anything,

Dwight,

'cause I'm not even here.

- I know that.

- But I am part of your

personality.

I'm proof that you aren't Finch.

Or not yet.

Not inside here.

Anyway,

why be so angry?

You've assumed Finch's life and

thoughts,

and, as you see,

that will make you into

the lovable guy he was.

- She deserves better than that.

What if Finch doesn't live?

- I'd barely call it living.

He's trapped in that damaged

body

at our favorite hospital.

To end that life, well,

I'd barely call it murder.

You thought those

were my keys.

- What matters is that

they're hospital keys.

I'm gonna kill Finch.

- Go ahead,

you're good at that.

Don't worry about Ellen.

She's safer here with me

than with you.

Only trouble is, I'm not here

alone.

- Home again, home again.

Why can't I remember what room i

was in?

Man, I'd kill for a cigarette.

I'll lose all of my own

personality

if I don't end this soon.

Trapped inside of what was my

body

is Finch's soul, I guess I'd

call it,

for lack of a better word.

- Beasts without souls.

That's what insane

people used to be called.

That's what made you so perfect

to take over for us.

- That's over now.

You'll die right where you are,

and I'll stay in your body alive

and sane.

- Is that your plan?

To live out your life as Artemis

Finch?

- Yes, and I'll treat Ellen

the way she should be treated.

- Oh, and all the rest?

You'll make a better Finch than

i did,

is that it?

I hope it works out for ya.

- How did I end up in your body?

- After the car wreck,

when I was at the point of

death.

You touched me.

No!

Raping me of Finch's life,

giving me your mindless

asylum life in its stead.

We're sharing souls.

That can't continue.

- No, it can't.

And you don't have long

now by the looks of it.

- Now, at the moment of death

again,

I'll take Finch back.

- You're helpless to do

anything but die, Finch.

- I'm not Finch.

- Not, not Finch?

- Finch was a mindless vacuum,

an empty insane mind that

allowed me

in to take his place.

- He didn't recover?

- Oh no.

He's trapped in my remains now.

- And where is that?

- You'll only find that

out when it's too late.

I should thank you, Dwight.

I sent the detective and the

other orderly

out for you before, and they

failed.

Now you've come to me.

A plague.

This body's dead.

But what of the soul?

- So shall you be here,

freed from the demons of

your mind that tormented you,

and resting in peace

until that judgment day

when god shall reclaim you

as his own, Dwight stroud.

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