He woke up, unaware of his surroundings. It was dark, and he couldnt move. One flickering, failing flame on a solitary candle in the corner. As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting he noticed a hooded figure standing just a few feet away. Back turned, the Hooded Figure was carefully placing items atop the table. As the Hooded Figure finished, he blacked out. When he came back to consciousness again, there was a stabbing pain in his wrists. Looking down, he saw two IVs, one per arm. And strong leather restraints against his neck, arms and legs. Suddenly the Hooded Figure was there. It is time. With those words, the Hooded figure turned two small valves at his side. Each releasing half of a mix that would in mere moments spell his demise. As he struggled to make sense of the situation, two dark fluids began slowly flowing through the IV. A drop at a time, feeding directly into his bloodstream. Over the next few seconds he began feeling sluggish, and the IV began dripping with increasing speed. Agonizing pain throughout his entire body, and soon the expansion of every vein and artery within his body. The Hooded Figure had been IV dripping equal parts of high expansion pour foam into him. Before the final expansion, and eventual burst of his veins from within his body, he took one quick glance about the room. There, hanging from the rafters like some sick gardening experiment were the foam capillary creations of the Hooded Figure. As his body began to fail, he heard a voice behind him, that of a woman, weak, and barely audible. He turned his head as best he could and he heard it once more. One of us.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 14:42:01 +0000
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