They say being unconscious is a boring experience....they have never been in my head I suppose. its a horrible an frightening time, not because of what I see. Its frightening cause i enjoy what I see. the images an the visions. They take me back to when I was a fighter, to when I snapped they say. The doctors an their needles, the very needles I drive deep into their skulls as the blood an brain matter flows from their ears onto my hands. The smell of the warm blood trickling down my hands as I jump onto another doctor my fingers pushing hard into his eye sockets an I hear two pops followed by a gutteral scream. It was almost intoxicating their screams, then the intoxicating dream faded an I was in another doctors office.
"Sir...Sir can you hear me. Can you open your eyes?" the interns voice was almost screeching and I reply "Do you need to scream? I may look dead you daft prick but im not." My other side still in control a nurse slams a morphine into my arm "Oi you tart, that freaking hurt....ooooo." My mind is again mine and I realize where I am, my eyes dont open all the way courtesy of a black boot. I hear Cyndromes voice an look around for him all I see are his boots sticking out from behind a curtain. My nerves go at ease, I had forgotten If I he made it or not. The only person in this damn place who gave a damn, the intern walks away from my bed and I hear him mumble "Are these two the ones who took out the dent boys, making one a puddle?" The other nods saying "Yeah the one over their with Doctor Boney wasnt the one to do it. Was the scrawy wirer y one over their. Slammed the poor fools head into the wall so hard you could hear dents skull pop all the way down the hall." I hated it when people talked, got to me quicker than anything else. The bastards were lucky I was strapped in an thats me talking not the other. I do hate so when they talk.
Soon a doctor came to my side feeling me, his hands walking up my arms an legs checking for whats damaged. Then to my chest an finding nothing wrong their he pats it "Looks like your the one who took the least damage huh boy?" I nod at him an he continues "They say that your one of THEM the ones I need to watch out for. One that could turn me into a puddle of blood in a manner of seconds." As he talks he unties my bonds "But I dont see that happening since...well I am not going to be pissing you off anytime soon. Now this will help with the over all pain a cocktail of pain killers. Your wounds may be less than your friends but they are more serious now just close our eyes an let them take affect." Yeah that wasnt going to be a problem. I was out cold in seconds after he gave me the cocktail
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He watches the guards slam their clubs and feet into Cyndromes body and his face scrunches into a misshapen child, then the child hides itself and Complex screams "You f@#king COWARDS, Gotta him when hes down huh? Best to make your move when their helpless and cant fight back." Then he begins to talk to someone...someone not their "Thats what you did isnt you coward. Sneak into the house and take them when they were sleeping. My wife and my little girl, you gagged and raped them. You f@#king coward!"
One of the guards stops his pummeling of Cyndrome and looks at Complex kneeling on the ground talking to himself "Will someone go an shut him up, lets finish this quickly then toss these sick f@#kos back into their cells." A small and stocky guard lets Cyndromes body fall the ground and walks over to Complex with a smug smile raising the baton and slamming it down. It stops inches from Complexes face, The guard trying as hard as he can to push down or to set himself free "What is with this guy, does he have retard strength or something?" The guards scream at him dropping Cyndromes unconscious body "Cant you do anything yourself?" they walk over grabbing the baton and all trying to pull "Jesus what the hell is with this dude, we need a briefing of what these sick freaks can do."
"Freaks" Thats the word that pulled him out of his conversation with the wall. Cracking his neck he turns his neck facing the guard whos baton he has in his hand "Is this yours? Well dont worry, let me give it BACK." Complex pulls the baton forward slamming the butt of it into the guards nose, the sound of his nose breaking brought a sick smile to his face. The other guards toppled over each other falling like dominos. Complex stood up and picked the injured guard up and spun him around slamming him into one of the cells. The others jumped him bringing him to the ground in much the same way they got Cyndrome, their batons slamming into his back all he could do was laugh "That all you got you pansies." and a fit of laughter burst from deep within an then the world went black.
The bastards wont stop screaming, their voices seem as if they keep getting higher and louder. The noise almost deafening and its beginning to affect me. I hear Cyndrome say something but my gaze does not falter, I stare at the morons their laughter is maddening. Then suddenly i scream "Will you all shut the f@#k up! I mean come on even a nutter has to have some f@#king peace." their anger and rage hits me like a ton of bricks. The big and loud one stands up and walks over to me, I stay were I am sitting at my table "Thank you now I can eat in peace." I say with a smug look on my face. He taps me on the shoulder "You better have hope you were not speaking to us you fairy." He puts his hand on my shoulder after he was done talking. I stare at Cyndrome "He doesn't have his hand on my shoulder does he Cyn?" Cyndrome mouths the words "Don't" But i grab the knife on my tray and without looking "Sir you had better lift your c@#k puller off my shoulder." He smiles and leans down
"What the f#$k you gonna do, rape boy." And thats when the lights went out in my head and I go to a different place, letting my real self take control. I push against the table launching myself backwards knocking the big man onto the ground and I leap onto him. His two friends come to his aid kicking me in the head an chest. Their initial attacks send me flying off the loud one and clear across the room, the knife sliding across the ground and coming to a stop against the wall. I leap up from the ground a crazy look on my face as the other two standing step back for a moment "I dont need a toy to take you f@#kers down," I scream at them. The two jump at me only for Cyndrome to tackle them and a look on his face as if saying "Not again." Then I stand over the big one, my skinny body nothing compared to his but I grab him by his hair pulling his large body over to the wall. My anger fills my body and my hands do what they were meant for...beautiful artwork. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall, the first hit I knew he was outcold and I heard a crunch but I didnt stop. A smile crept up onto my face as his blood sprayed out from his skull. The blood littering the wall and the floor, then I felt a hand on my arm. I spin around a crazed beast my fist swings...then I stop inches from the persons face "Cyndrome?" my rage floods out of my body and my mind again is less hazy "What happen?" I ask as Cyndrome drags me to my cell before the guards have a chance to give us a real beating.
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