James Grey and The Song of Fear

James Grey and the Song of Fear is the tragic tale of a young boy coping with the loss of his family and the monster living inside of him. With each word the separation between boy and horror begins to fade, leaving you to wonder where the nightmare ends and the child begins.

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It seemed like only moments had passed since James was knocked unconscious before he was opening his eyes again to the same brightly lit ceiling and rhythmic beeping. No one had saved him and any hope of rescue or mercy was destroyed by the sound of Doctor Monroe's voice.
 

"Of course we're recording this session!" He shouted, "could you even imagine the history we're going to make here?" 
 

"He's waking up, Doctor," a male nurse said.
 

"Excellent!" Doctor Monroe appeared over James and stared down at him with pure excitement.
 

"Hello again, James. That was quite the show you put on there." He said, his voice more enthusiastic than James remembered. "What was that? Some sort of mutation?" He asked with child-like delight.

James considered not responding, but he was curious himself. "What are you talking about?"

The look of excitement on Doctor Monroe's face vanished and was replaced with disgust. "Please, Mr. Grey. Do you really expect me to believe you have no idea what I am talking about?"

James' patience was wearing thin, he wanted answers just as bad as Doctor Monroe.

Doctor Monroe's face turned an ugly blotchy red and he took a deep breath. "Very well, but if I'm being honest. I'm very good at changing minds." Doctor Monroe looked across the bed and nodded.

A male nurse wearing pale blue scrubs and a mask to cover his face looked down at James with cold eyes. "Open your mouth, please." He said in a commanding and impatient voice.

James was not feeling cooperative, if he couldn't escape he darn sure wasn't going to give these people... no these creatures the satisfaction of cooperation. He tightened his jaw and pursed his lips.

The nurse didn't even hesitate, he reached down and pushed a point between his ear and jaw. Pain stabbed his face and an uncontrollable urge to open his mouth if only to relieve the pressure destroyed all the strength he could muster and as he gave in to relieve the pressure, Doctor Monroe shoved a large grey mouthpiece into James' mouth. It tasted awful and before he could spit it out the sickening whistle shot up from beneath his bed. James' eyes cinched shut as the deafening crack ripped through the air and electricity surged through his body.

"Feeling cooperative yet, Mister Grey?" Doctor Monroe asked as James groaned in pain.

James glared up at the man with defiant eyes.

"Increase it by ten percent," Doctor Monroe said smiling down at James.

"But that's too..." a feminine voice responded.

"I SAID INCREASE IT BY TEN PERCENT!" Doctor Monroe roared.

As the whistle spun up again, James stared up at the madman and knew that there was no hope for escape or rescue. Anger and disdain filled his heart as another crack burst into the air sending lightning through his veins and leaving his mind teetering on the brink of consciousness.

"Ophthalmoscope," Doctor Monroe shouted and leaned closer to James' face with a device that shined a bright light into his eyes. "This isn't having the same effect. What are we doing differently?" he mumbled to himself. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! That is the only explanation!"

Doctor Monroe smirked, "James your father was a pathetic man who abused children, in fact, I'm sure that's why your mother went missing. He probably killed her himself."

James had heard enough, in one quick motion he tongued his mouthpiece out and spat as hard as he could up at Doctor Monroe, spraying his face with thick saliva. "I'll kill you!" James roared. "Let me go!"

A pleasant chime rang out overhead; "Doctor Monroe to the administrator's office, Doctor Monroe to the Administrators office."

Doctor Monroe wiped the spit from his face and nodded across the bed again. "We'll have to continue this later." He said.

Another whistle with no crack, just darkness, and rage.

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