SACRIFICE: A House of Ashes Story

-CASE 001-

I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for
The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor
I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that
Shit you call a heart
Ya ya ya

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
Made to feel minuscule
If you consider the source, it's kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know about me is
That's all you'll ever know

I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I want to understand why, but I'm hurting myself
I haven't seen a lotta reasons to stop it
I can't just drop it
I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it
At least I admit it

I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself

Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you
I can't fuckin' take it anymore
A snap of the synapse
And now it's fuckin' war
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you

I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself

I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you blame yourself

-Slipknot-My Plague-2001-

-SALIM-

I felt as if I were wading through heavy sand. My limbs are heavy, and I can't move...my head is pounding as I fight the urge to lose whatever I'd eaten last.

Where are we? The last thing I remember was fighting the vampires in the hut after we escaped. We're in some padded room. We were dressed in white, sterile outfits and thin shoes. I flexed my right arm, and I felt a sharp pain. They must have taken blood.

There's only one small window frosted over. I cannot sit up yet, so I try to understand our situation by turning my head. Jason...they took his hat, and while we were in a dangerous situation, I still found myself staring at him, memorizing his features in sleep: the angle of his jaw, how long his lashes are, how his dark hair is longer on top, and it spilled across his face. Beautiful.

I hear a soft groan from another corner of the room, followed by a familiar, hacking cough. Rachel. I forced myself to support my body with my arms, and that slight movement caused the room to tilt horribly. I had to close my eyes until it passed.

"Wh-where..." Rachel rasps.

"I don't know," I respond despite my bone-dry throat.