[ L o c k 1 ] Who or What Did This To You?
Justice:
"And... and Mister Wright? Did he... go on trial? He wasn't... was he?"
Phoenix:
" He got off lucky. Even after running from court and stabbing me in the eye. "
"And... and Mister Wright? Did he... go on trial? He wasn't... was he?"
Phoenix:
" He got off lucky. Even after running from court and stabbing me in the eye. "
[ L o c k s 2 & 3 ] What Really Happened.
Skittles:
"So, you...didn't fall onto the knife after all...You were stabbed, and then fell from blood
loss...was the knife dropped beside you maybe? So it would look like you fell on top of it?"
Phoenix:
" Unfortunately, the whole thing isn't as it seems... "
" Y'see, I was poisoned. And the poison made my body look, act, and react
like a dead body would. No pulse. No breathing. Nothing at all. How I lived
two weeks like that? Well... thank the morgue for that one. It was all them.
Preserving me in a freakin' metal box in a freezer. "
" Anyways... The fact is... The poison wasn't flushed from my body quite yet.
When I eventually left the morgue, I saw someone. I couldn't quite tell who,
though. So I moved to an alley close by to get a better look. That's when... "
" That's when I fell. The poison paralyzed me. And I just... fell. No warning.
No nothing. I fell and lay fully awake, all my senses exact for touch in tact.
After that... I woke up about a good half hour to an hour later. To be honest,
at first I wasn't phased at all. So without really... worrying too much, I found
my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. I managed to choke out a few words and
next I know, I'm being carried away on a stretcher from an ambulance into
a hospital. Pure lucky, if you ask me. "
Skittles:
"But in that time between when you collapsed and when you woke..what happened? Can you tell me?"
Phoenix:
[ He stood there, not speaking for almost five long minutes.
When he decided to, though, at last---his voice was low.
Very low. ]
" ...That... was when he found me... and stabbed me once... then slashed me.
What's worse... is I didn't feel anything but light pressure, then... when it--the
poison finally faded... All I felt was pain. I eventually moved enough to reach my
phone and call 9-1-1... "
" I even recorded the quick conversation. Somehow auto-record was on. "
"So, you...didn't fall onto the knife after all...You were stabbed, and then fell from blood
loss...was the knife dropped beside you maybe? So it would look like you fell on top of it?"
Phoenix:
" Unfortunately, the whole thing isn't as it seems... "
" Y'see, I was poisoned. And the poison made my body look, act, and react
like a dead body would. No pulse. No breathing. Nothing at all. How I lived
two weeks like that? Well... thank the morgue for that one. It was all them.
Preserving me in a freakin' metal box in a freezer. "
" Anyways... The fact is... The poison wasn't flushed from my body quite yet.
When I eventually left the morgue, I saw someone. I couldn't quite tell who,
though. So I moved to an alley close by to get a better look. That's when... "
" That's when I fell. The poison paralyzed me. And I just... fell. No warning.
No nothing. I fell and lay fully awake, all my senses exact for touch in tact.
After that... I woke up about a good half hour to an hour later. To be honest,
at first I wasn't phased at all. So without really... worrying too much, I found
my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. I managed to choke out a few words and
next I know, I'm being carried away on a stretcher from an ambulance into
a hospital. Pure lucky, if you ask me. "
Skittles:
"But in that time between when you collapsed and when you woke..what happened? Can you tell me?"
Phoenix:
[ He stood there, not speaking for almost five long minutes.
When he decided to, though, at last---his voice was low.
Very low. ]
" ...That... was when he found me... and stabbed me once... then slashed me.
What's worse... is I didn't feel anything but light pressure, then... when it--the
poison finally faded... All I felt was pain. I eventually moved enough to reach my
phone and call 9-1-1... "
" I even recorded the quick conversation. Somehow auto-record was on. "
