Fix Your Fucking Attitude : Karl Heisenberg

Realization

Fix Your Fucking Attitude
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Tw: Gore

You awoke to a painful throbbing on your arm, you glanced over and saw bloody bandages decorated you left shoulder. You felt hot, every inch of your skin felt as though it was on fire. You tried to sit up but was only met with nausea. You closed you eyes and waited for it to abate.

You rubbed your eyes, clearing them of grime. You glanced around, You were in a dank old room. It was sparsely decorated, it seemed to only have a ancient wooden desk, with a matching chair and a night stand. It looked like it hadn't been used in years. Everything was coating in a thin film of dust and severely outdated.

The only thing that seemed to be new was the bed you were on. The covers were also new, you pinched the fabric between your fingers, it was soft but durable.

You felt awful, It was difficult to breathe all the sudden. You had to get out, you gritted your teeth and sat up. You barely contained a scream, You arm felt as if though it had been fed through a shredder. It burned and stung.

You put your feet gingerly on the floor, The old wooden floor boards groaned in protest. The floor was cold and hard. You wondered where your shoes had gone, you glanced around and couldn't find any of your things anywhere.

Great. You didn't know where you were and you didn't have any of your things. You were completely at the mercy of your captor.

You felt all of the recent events flooding back. Karl. That's right, he was ordered to take care of you. He had to keep you alive, you could use that to your advantage.

You moved toward the door slowly, you were incredibly weak. You grabbed what you could for support.

When you finally reached the door you weren't sure if it would be locked or not. You tried the old brass knob and too your surprise the door clicked open.

It swung open slowly creaking on its hinges. You cringed at the noise. You walked out and took in your surroundings. It seemed you were in the living section of a old factory. You could hear muffled metal clanging and gearing turning below. The air was surprisingly dry  and warm.

Your heart pounded as you picked a direction to go. Your head felt heavy and fuzzy. Every thought seemed to be moving at a snails pace.

Your feet pattered on the floor. You made your way to an internal balcony. Hot air blasted your face from below. You could see the factory was huge, giant gears were turning giant engines. Everywhere sparks seemed to fly, metal clanged and creaked. It was incredibly loud. Your ears reverberated with the noise.

You glanced below, it was a long way down. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted those creatures prowling around.

You quickly backed away from the edge right into a hard chest. You spun around to find Karl staring down at you. You jumped and poorly contained a surprised yelp. You immediately went into close combat position.

You hissed as your left shoulder refused to move, the whole joint felt swollen. You clutched it with your hand. When you pulled it away your hand was coated in fresh blood.

You saw movement form the corner and of your eye and flinched back. You glanced up and saw Karl looking at you cautiously. He seemed fixated with your arm as his eyes kept flashing to it every few seconds.

You backed away from him slowly, he stepped forward with every step back. You couldn't seem to think or breathe. You felt like a cornered rat.