Crushers

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The cement, forty foot doors were closing, and Charlie was on the wrong side.

Running as fast as he could, he was in between the small space, and as he tried to squeeze through he propelled himself forward. The upper half of his body fell on the grass, following was the lower portion, and one leg. His other leg was stuck in the doors. He screamed a loud, booming, throat killing scream. People rushed over, hoping not to find the boy in a close to death state. His eyes were fluttering as his body thrashed up and down, he was going into shock, and his screams wouldn't stop. Horrified shouts about the mutilation were heard as the Charlie grasped his knee, which was above where the door had closed. He looked terrified, and the boys around him were wide eyed, staring at the blood dripping from the wall and his leg. A question of how the boy was going to be freed was asked, then someone suggested cutting his leg off. There were no better ideas, and a man asked for an axe. The metal and wood tool was grasped in the man's hands, Charlie had started babbling about how he was fine, and they should just wait till the doors opened again. Crush Syndrome would set within a matter of a few hours, and already he was losing quite a bit of blood. The man held the axe above his head, others were holding Charlie down, but of course he was still moving, and now crying from either pain or the thought of his leg being removed from his body. Some of the group was just happy the boy had stopped screaming.

"3...2..-." The axe was brought down and it went though three fourths of his knee area. His scream seemed like it could be heard half way across the world. The man picked up the axe, and swung again, detaching Charlie's leg. A tourniquet was quickly put on the now passed out boy, and he was moved to where a professional could tend to his wound. The night would be long, but in the morning Charlie would live, and the group would have someone fetch the lower leg from inside the doors when they reopened, if it wasn't to disfigured.

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