Laying in his cell, Sam Hopkins felt utterly broken. How long he'd been in the correction centre, he couldn't tell. His days typically consisted of being brought out by Mr Scanlon to be asked questions that Sam had no hope of being able to answer and being yelled at if he didn't give them the answers they wanted. Then he'd be beaten up, or tortured with shock batons or however the correction centre staff saw fit to torture him before throwing him back in isolation for several hours. His only meal consisted of a small plate of gruel and a glass of water which was brought to him once a day.
Sam then opened his eyes to see Mr Scanlon and a couple of guards walk in. The two guards grabbed hold of Sam by his shoulders and haul him to his feet. Sam was so tired, he didn't even try to resist.
He was then dragged through the corridors of the correction centre although Sam didn't have a clue where he was going as everything felt like a vague blur.
Eventually he found himself being laid onto a bed of sorts and being restrained. As Sam's vision cleared, Mr Scanlon began to speak
"I'm really sorry Mr Hopkins" he said "Truly I am. But we've analysed your case and we really think that this is your only hope"
The bed Sam was strapped to was then wheeled upwards revealing him to be in a sort of medical lab. To the right of the bed was a table of medical instruments. Standing before them, Mr Scanlon was looking at Sam with a look of remorse."What are you talking about?" Sam could feel himself trembling "What are you gonna do to me?"
As if to answer his question, a man in surgical gowns walked in through the door and walked over to the table of instruments before picking up a tool resembling a long metal pole with a pointed end. Sam felt his blood run cold
"What the fuck are you gonna do to me!?" he screamed
"Calm down Mr Hopkins" Mr Scanlon replied "It's for your own good-"
"The fuck it is!" Sam roared "What the fuck are you doing?"Mr Scanlon chewed his lip slightly "Oh it's nothing serious. Just a total frontal lobotomy. It'll be over in a flash and as soon as we're done, you'll be a good W.E.R. patriot again"
"Fuck you!" Sam desperately tried to get free from the bed "Don't you fucking touch my brain! I'm fucking warning you!"
"Please Mr Hopkins" Mr Scanlon held his hands up "Believe me when I say we didn't want to, but you've left us no choice. It's really for your own good-"
"No!" Sam screamed "Get the fuck away from me!"
Mr Scanlon ignored him and turned to the surgeon "Begin the operation" he ordered"Very well" The surgeon nodded and turned towards Sam "Hold perfectly still. This won't hurt a lot"
Sam frantically tried to get free from his restraints. Unfortunately they were just too secure and no matter how much he attempted to get free, his body remained put.
However, just as the surgeon was about to insert the pick into his skull, the door crashed open and several armed figures wearing balaclavas stormed into the room
Mr Scanlon got as far as "Who the f-?" before the figures unleashed a stream of bullets into both him and the surgeon. Both of them collapsed to the floor with blood foaming out of Mr Scanlon's mouth. Then both of them went completely still.
One of the men then looked at Sam
"Looks like we got here just in time"
He then took off his balaclava revealing the familiar face of Krueger. The other members of the team proceeded to do the same thing revealing them to be Jamie, Victoria and Mark.Sam sighed with relief at this revelation
"Looks like we got here just in time" Victoria said
A second after Victoria spoke, an alarm blasted out throughout the room. Krueger then turned to Jamie
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The Shock of the New
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