Agony

NO GROUP AWARDS!!!

 

Finally time for some stupid shit again lol

 

STORYTIME:

 

"You like it here?" the young man in the dirty , bloody labcoat giggled, then dropped the clippers. He had just cut off all of his long silver hair , now looking like someone went over his head with a lawnmower.

 

"Nono...of course you're not liking it here!" he chuckled at noone in particular but the empty room.

 

"No, I will shut you up!" he smirked and stumbled out of the hallway and into one of the ruined labs to grab a disgusting looking old syringe and one of the flasks standing on the dirty counter.

 

"Look look look what have we here!" he hummed, pulling the syringe up with whatever was in there and checked the label on the flask. "Oh this is nice,yes-yes!"

 

He waves the syringe, the rusty needle looking very, very...oh very very dull.

 

 

"Now you're not so cheeky anymore are you?"

 

He leaned against an old stretcher . It was covered in dried blood. This laboratory hadn't been used in many years. Why would it. Noone probably knew it was here, hidden in Aurora Falls. Not even the Governor or his stupid sons knew about it. Or his pretty little daughter.

 

"I put a Flower on her doorstep today!" he muttered…" Yes, her. You remember her?"

 

"Eleonora...E l e o n o r a …. "he chuckled again.

 

"When I'm a famous surgeon I might marry a girl like her. A pretty one. With nice tits! Hers are big...holy shit!" He chuckled even more.

 

He kept up making weird noises, a mixture of chuckles, giggles and weeping to himself, blood dripping from the hole where his eyes had still been a few hours ago. His skill on self surgery were not as good as he thought so he also ruined , cut and burned his face when he stopped the bleeding with acid.

 

 

He had to do it. He saw things through that eye. He had to cut it out. He had tried covering his glasses on one side for weeks. This drastic step had to be taken. Everyone would've done the same.

He could be a surgeon with one eye. He was good like that. Hell, he could be blind and still be the best. He was certain of it.

 

"You need to stop talking now. I can't hear it anymore. I don't want to hear your nagging anymore. GO AWAY ALREADY!!! he screamed out the last words

 

"I wan't you to stop...please." he said slowly and started weeping again. When suddenly he spotted something in one of the corners of the room. Was this what it looked like? He blinked and placed the Syringe on the stretcher.

 

He always wanted one of those for himself. He forgot what they were called but who cares. It would be perfect for what he had in mind. In mind..oh if that stupid voice knew how MINDFUL that pun just was.

 

He would be able to think clearly again after he got rid of that voice in his head! And THAT was right what he needed.

 

It sat there like someone had placed it for him…

 

"Wait!" he suddenly gasped. "Is this a trap?" he asked into the empty room, his voice echoing alongside with his giggles.

 

"Nahhhh!" he smiled to himself.

 

"No it is not. It will help me..oh yes yes yes!" he jumped forward grabbing the headclamp, brushing the spiderwebs off of it. it was rusty and dirty and OH SO PRETTY!!!

 

"Ohhh precious precious!" he placed it on his head.

 

"Guess who will come visit you???" he asked. "Yes, I know you are scared now. I can hear it in your voice!" he laughed.

 

"I will rid you..i will rip you out of my head and then...i will be free and the Professor will want me on his Team and I will become the greatest surgeon everrrr." He screwed it tightly to his scalp, the metalframe pressing against his freshly clipped head.

"The greatest Surgeon ever!!!" he howled again.

"Oh you want to stop me? of course you do heheh!!"

 

"Nooooow!" let's do this you nasty Little bugger!" he grumbled, placing the tip of the drill on top of his head.

 

"Try to survive this!!" He yelled and started to turn the Lever...once twice...the tip slowly burrowed through his hair, got caught in a longer strand he had left but ripped it out with the next turn

 

Suddenly:

 

"Ahhh resistance!!" he laughed.

 

"I shall conquer it!"

 

He turns the drill again, then screams out in pain.

 

"Oh you hate that don't you???" he screams and takes another turn.

Screaming out in pain he stumbles against the stretcher, climbs onto it.

 

"There there!" he howls and turns the lever again, blood flowing out of the hole the rusty drill produces as it squeaks and scratches as it burrowed through Skin and bone.

 

The Young man laughed and screamed, fell backwards onto the stretcher and grabs the Syringe that was still waiting for him.

 

 

"Ohhh no! You will stay awake now!" he howled, staring at the syringe as his head drops backwards.

 

 

….

 

 

"WE FOUND HIM!!!" a voice suddenly shouted through the Hallways.

"DOCTOR TIKHONOV!!!"

 

A tall, broad man with dark blonde hair on a weathered, concerned face came running into the room, acompanied by two men in hospital clothing..

 

"Oh no!" he shook his head, Looking at the moveless Body on the stretcher, a hole drilled in his head, his hair clipped off and a syringe stuck in his neck. "He was my most promising student...what a shame" He sighed and ran a hand through his short well kept beard. "You two, bring Mr. Rosenberg back to the Hospital. I'll be there shortly.

 

The men stood, staring at the body, their faces twisted in Terror.

 

"He was so Young..." one of them stuttered…

 

"Yeah, seventeen and already writing his doctorial. Guess that career is over!" They shook their head, pulling the limp body off the stretcher and out of the room.

 

Professor Tikhonov looked around the room for a Moment, then turned around, Looking at two other men who stood by the door motionless. "Seal off the whole complex. Noone, should ever again set a foot in here!"

 

"Yes Sir!" They said in onison.

Done