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Aftermath


Gamerbird

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'Come on, wake up, we have a game to play....'

A sinister voice spoke across the speakers.

'Come on, you only have three minutes. I don't want my play thing to die.'

 

As I slowly gathered myself together, I found myself in a dark room, the walls bloodstained and grotty.

There was a saw to the side of me, covered in fresh blood.

The vents from the room were pumping in a green gas at a fast pace.

I looked up to see a TV set with a face that was burned severly.

 

'Oo my play thing has woken up. Well because of your little sleep, you only have 3 minutes to live'.

As I tried to run to the door, I was pulled back by a chain that was attached to my shin.

'Oh and don't try escaping, you have no chance. Unless you use that saw....'

I looked at the saw, covered in blood.

What could I possibly do with that to help me get out of here?

'Silly me, I forgot to tell you about the gas, it is slowly burning the lining away of your stomach so soon your stomach will digest itself. How could I forget about

 

something like that?'

 

I was starting to panic.

I promtly picked up the saw and started to cut away at the chains.

It was no use, there was no damage being done.

The saw blade was to blunt.

I did the only other thing possible.

 

I started to saw my way through my shin, just above where the chain was attached.

I was in much pain, but I thought about my wife and how she would feel being an only parent.

I finally cut my leg off.

 

'Well done, well done! But your still going to die. Now that was entertaining wasn't it?'

The gas stopped coming through the vents.

'Do you really think I would let you die? You have served you punishment, now get going'.

The door to the room opened slowly.

I could see another person in the room opposite.

 

There were bodies strewn about that room, with different parts of their bodies missing.

Beheaded, legless, armless. Each one, killed by having one of there body parts torn off, left to bleed to death.

The stench of blood and rotting flesh filled the air as the door opened more.

There was one man who stood out the most, due to the fact he was still alive.

 

He was hung to a mechanical cross that was slowly turning each ligament of his body.

He is was in much pain, but I could see a way to stop it.

If only I could get the key....

I looked at the key, it was in a glass box with wires that were pulled tight from one side to another.

There was a double-barrell shotgun at the end of the box, the trigger attached to the wires.

 

One false move and I would hit the wires, causing the shotgun to fire its bullets directly in to my head.

As I looked at the man, I could see another door with light creeping through.

An exit perhaps?

It was either saving this mans life and risking the exit being closed or leaving this man to die and going back to my wife.

I pushed my hand in to the box, carefully missing the wires.

It took 10 minutes but I got close to the key.

 

I turned to look at the man on the cross.

His head had been turned to an angle no human should be able to.

I heard the man scream, then sudden silence.

I turned quickly, seeing the body of this man, his head now only attached by a group of veins.

As I turned, I forgot about the wires.

I pulled one and the shotgun fired.

 

It shot me, I am now paralyzed from the neck down, used as a puppet by this psycho.

All because of one accident, all because of one day and one person.

That is however, a tale for another time.

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