Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 75

Chair. Table. There was a chair. There was a chair. There was a chair. There was a chair. Person! A person a person a person person person person person. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow !

Toni jerked up from the operating table, letting forth an excruciating and somewhat disheartening scream that sounded as though from the very depths of hell, or, at the very least, one of the less desirable parts of limbo where the hordes of plague babies roam about ceaselessly.

He struggled around a bit, and then pitiably toppled over and lay on the table, foam at the mouth.

"Rildo," said the man, "give it twice the dose."
"Yes mashter"

Toni sprang up again, and this time he stood. He tried to focus his eyes at some point in the room, but they were blurry and dark. His nose was filled with some putrid odour, as though it were coming from his own lungs.

"Good," said the man with his voice, "now read that line again."
"Peilomet esset maipor aaa ropiam tesse temoleip."

His vision cleared and his own lungs smelled a bit better.

The man in the corner was clearly in a state of giddy excitement.
"Oh my god! oh my god. I, like, can't believe it actually worked! This is, you know, like, you know, amazing! Rildo, go take a proteron picture and fetch my histeron camera.

The figure stepped forth from the corner. It was no man (as sexist people, writers for example, often assume), but a women.

She said softly, "You can put that away, you won't be needing it."
In fact, it was Ms. Stewart, the woman who had originally asked for Toni's services and the actor who played Elizabeth.
Toni tried smiling, but as the remaining portion of his mangled lower lip just quivered, he ended up vomiting profusely.
She laughed bitterly, "I always knew you hated me. I always knew it. But alas, fate had forced me to love you, and I must tell you everything that I know. But please, just smile for me, just one time, just to tell me that you are thankful!"
Toni tried to apologize, but he just said something like, "Ehh, aaiii uh aaann NO! amm soowwhrrie." He coughed up one of his stomachs. Rildo forcefully stuffed it back in.
"Tony, why won't you at least smile?!" she screamed.
Toni did something like grin with his deformed, half rotten face. He puked again and had a coughing fit.
She ordered another "dose" of the mysterious serum.

"Why are you so cruel to me? Why!? I give you life, and all you can do is puke and cough at me! You can't imagine what I'm going through, how painful it is for me to smile, now that I know you are in danger."

And with that, she jabbed the needle into his heart, and injected the entire vial of serum!
"This should put you out of your misery! If only you could have learned to love me!"

Suddenly, Toni's deformed body began to heal rapidly. He face reformed itself almost perfectly (although it looked like he had been to a bad plastic surgeon) and his decaying arm healed and reattached.

Ms. Stewart stood there for a moment, astonished.
"Oh...uh...that is normal...very very normal, and that is what I expected would happen all along."
Toni looked about him, perplexed. Then he looked at Ms. Stewart suspiciously, "why did you say 'this should put me out of my misery?'"
"Oh, oh Toni, I was just, you know how, uh... look! Over there! Why, it's the necronomicon!"
"I remember you pointing it out earlier, why are you so surprised?"
"Oh, uh...you were dreaming...because you were...dead..."

There was a long, awkward silence

"I should leave," said Toni.
"No, no...no. I have to tell you so many things, like why I was fired from Gothic Soap Opera, why I came to you specifically, and why the book must be returned."
"OK."

(OP: Ben, January 27 2008)