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Chapter Nineteen -- King of the Dollhouse
Dave's body became paralyzed. He didn't know how to respond to what he was witnessing before him. His partner, strapped down to what appeared to be a high-tech chair of some kind and thrashing violently. The blue lighting that Dave seen through the windows was coming from the chair, some kind of arch positioned near Lincoln's head. The chair was also emitting some kind of high-pitched electric noise. As Dave continued to watch, he noticed a short man pacing around the chair where Lincoln laid. He caught a glimpse of the man's face as he turned around. His demeanor showed no compassion or sympathy to what was going on. He was young with unkempt dirty blond hair. He wore a orange & black checkered long-sleeved shirt, brown pants and a pair of blue vintage Nike's. Dave snapped out of his hypnosis state as he heard another scream escape from Lincoln's mouth. He drew his weapon and darted towards the young man, who was caught off guard by the agent.
"SON OF A--" He managed to yelp before Dave cut him off.
"GET HIM OUT OF THE CHAIR! NOW!" Dave growled. His large hand had wrapped itself around the man's throat and gripped it tightly.
"O...K...JUST...LET ME--" He coughed out. Dave quickly released him and the man ran over to a computer terminal and rapidly typed on the keyboard. Moments later, the chair shut down and Lincoln thrashing ceased. The back of the chair raised itself and Lincoln was now in a sitting position, slightly dazed. Dave promptly went to go check on the young psychic.
"Linc, are you OK?" He asked concerned as he unstrapped him from the chair. He gently wrapped his arm around Lincoln's back and lifted him up to a standing position and allowed Lincoln to rest his body on Dave's. Dave noticed that the man was slowly creeping towards a door on the opposite side of the room.
"HEY!" Dave yelled. The man jumped and stopped. Dave carried Lincoln as he walked over to the shorter man who appeared to be scared out of his mind.
"What the hell were you doing to him? What kind of sick people are you?" Dave barked through gritted teeth. He tried his best not to yell so as to not upset Lincoln, who was beginning to come to.
"Da...ve...Dave..." Lincoln whispered softly. He pushed himself off of Dave and stood on his own.
"Dave you don't understand. He wasn't hurting me."
"What?!?" Dave fumed. His anger began to increase, but now it was directed at the Dollhouse and Kelencine.
"Dave, this is Topher, Topher Brink. He's the um..."
"KING OF THE DOLLHOUSE!" Topher Exclaimed. "Well in a sense I like to consider myself--"
"So if you weren't being tortured, then--"
"Whoa! You thought I was being tortured?" Lincoln exclaimed.
"YES! You were thrashing around and shit. What was I suppose to think?" Dave shouted. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm getting the fuck out of this place." Dave stormed out of the room and headed downstairs. Lincoln ran after him.
"Um wow..." Topher blurted out. "Let's see here...Guess it's back to work for Topher Brink."
"DAVE WAIT!" Lincoln yelled as he dashed after an irate Dave. Lincoln finally caught up to him.
"Dave...Look I know things around here are a bit... well weird."
"You damn right they are! The bull I went through getting this job, which I didn't want in the 1st place and now this? I'm sorry Linc but I can't do this. It's not for me." Dave began to walk away, his anger beginning to fade.
"Dave. Please." Lincoln pleaded. "Just give it a chance. I mean c'mon, what about our case? You're just gonna abandon that?"
Dave then remembered why he went upstairs in the first place. He was looking for Lincoln to announce that he'd found the killer.
"By the way why did you come upstairs? Were you looking for me or something?" Lincoln asked.
"Yeah. I think that Kevin is our killer. Cheryl Gillett, the first victim, filed a domestic violence complaint against him recently." Informed Dave.
"That's interesting." Lincoln added.
"Yeah. Anyways I'm sure someone else can help you with that."
"OK Dave just listen. I know you must have tons of questions to ask. Well I have answers. Come to my office and I will tell you everything I know about the Dollhouse."
Dave stood silent for a moment, considering Lincoln's proposal. He did have many questions that were unanswered about this place and what they do, but he had doubts about being involved in such an organization. After a few moments of deliberating he signed and finally gave in to his increasing curiosity.
"OK. Tell me about the dollhouse."
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