The Memory Complex

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Chapter 10

Frank wakes up to see everyone sitting in a chair, they are dead.

But Conroy sits up from his chair, raking the temple relaxers off his temples.

CONROY

Frank?

FRANK

Yeah?

CONROY

Why’s everyone else not moving?

Frank takes the temple relaxers off.

Rubbing his fingers on his eyelids.

FRANK

They didn’t make it...

Conroy looks at them as if saddened by the news.

CONROY

Man.....

FRANK

I’m sorry, Leonard.

Conroy looks at him, curious.

CONROY

For what?

FRANK

I’m sorry you had a tough go in life.

Conroy looks at the table, his left eye twitches.

CONROY

It’s not your fault.

FRANK

Still...

Frank lays back on the chair, whimpering.

CONROY

I’m so sorry for your loss...

Conroy stands up and walks to Frank.

Frank looks to him.

CONROY

Thank you for helping me.

FRANK

You’re welcome, Leonard. I told you we’d see each other after you wake up.

Conroy walks to be behind Frank’s chair and lays his hands on Frank’s shoulders.

CONROY

You ever read the Iliad?

Frank shakes his head, gesturing the word “no.”

CONROY

It’s about a time of a war between Troy and all of Greece. The Greeks hid in a giant wooden horse they created, and easily slipped into the walls of Troy itself.

Frank continues to listen.

CONROY (CONT’D)

Of course, Agamemnon, leader of the Greek armies, grew greedy. And blood thirsty. So, he burned the city of Troy to the ground.

Conroy smirks.

CONROY

He became a chaos.

Frank looks at his hands, remembering something, as if knowing those words.

INT. MEMORY ABYSS

We see T.V. #1 showing Leonard killing Luke.

INT. WHITE ROOM - MIDDAY

Frank remembering that T.V. video of the violent memory.

His jaw tightens with fear.

INT. MEMORY ABYSS

We see T.V. #2 showing Conroy kick Caitlyn off the ledge of a walkway inside a house with rope around her neck.

INT. WHITE ROOM- MIDDAY

Frank remembers seeing that memory too; he swallows in sheer fright.

INT. MEMORY ABYSS

We see T.V. #3 showing Conroy killing Justin in front of a soda machine.

CONROY (V.O)

We dance in a pale sunlight, created by a space of decay.

INT. WHITE ROOM- MIDDAY

Frank remembers seeing this; his eyes widen as he begins to realize the worst of the worst of possibilities.

INT. MEMORY ABYSS

We see T.V. #4 show Clown killing Jim.

CONROY (V. O. CONT’D)

Embrace your sins. And become a chaos of a dying dream.

INT. WHITE ROOM -MIDDAY

Frank loses his breath as he finally realizes the pinnacle of his mistakes.

Conroy keeps his hands on Frank’s shoulders.

FRANK

You weren’t just an imaginary friend, were you? You were the third personality that was fighting to control Conroy?

CONROY/CONR

Yes, I was. C.O. N. R. Conr. Conroy. Put the pieces together and my plot honestly writes itself. I had the same name enigma as my brothers, the only difference being our ambitions. Our goals. Our lives.

Frank breaths deeply.

FRANK

Why did you not look like him?

CONROY/CONR

Well, after his mom died, he went to the carnival and saw a clown who looked exactly like me. He created his imaginary friend off of that image and made me what he wanted to be: The evolution of everything he wanted to be, but couldn’t. His belief in me was so strong back then, that I became a personality in his mind.

Conroy/Conr tightens his grip on Frank’s shoulders.

CONROY/CONR (CONT’D)

I really liked Jim. And you, of course. You all seemed like genuine folks.

(beat)

Too bad. You were this close to solving the puzzle. But only now do you see, Frank, that you were never right about Leonard. Or Amy. Or those kids you’ve treated before.

(beat)

It was me, Frank. I am the Memory Complex.

As Frank tries to stand, Conroy/Conr wraps his fingers and palms around Frank’s neck and begins choking him.

Frank struggles, trying to slap, punch, and pulls at Conroy/Conr’s face.

His feet scuff across the floor in a violent struggle.

After many minutes of this, Frank begins to lose consciousness and stop moving.

Frank is dead.

Conroy/Conr lets go of Frank’s neck and begins to walk away, whistling a tune similar to his eerie song.

He steps out on the doorway.

The doors shut behind him.

BLACK.

CREDITS.

END.

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