The Others

Chapter 11: Generous Patient

Emma POV

I felt myself slowly being dragged by my foot as I started to come to. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was a fancy hall with a red carpet that covered the the center of the hall and fancy hanging lights in a row down the center. I looked at who was dragging me. A tall hunch back man who's head barely miss heading the hanging lights. He wore overalls with many patches. His body was deformed to the point that I had a hard time telling if he was human. His left arm was stretched dragging beside me. The left hand was swollen to the size of a football with worts covering it. The nails had turned a disgusting yellow. The arm that had me was so strong the veins showed and pumped like they could burst any moment. The right hand was small though like a woman's hand but the fingers were horrifyingly long and rough around my ankle.

I couldn't move anything but my head. Why was that? I couldn't scream either. I'm being dragged by a horrific looking person in a place I don't know. The fear crept through me and I felt my tear roll down my face.

"Ugly moooooonster," a familiar child's voice called out to me and I saw the girl from the woods skipping up to meet us. The man stopped and looked over his shoulder. His right eye had a big bulge like a growing infection that hung over the eye covering it. The left was stitched open. The girl giggled, "your ugly mug is going to scare her, let me take her," she grinned a sadistic smile and I suddenly preferred the monster man. The girl then leaned over my face with excitement, "hey hey! Do you remember me? You couldn't play with me last time but you have no choice this time," blood dripped from her eye onto my face and the stench of the dead was overwhelming.

"I.... I take girl," the monster man said with a slurred deep voice then grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder. Tears streamed down my face. Where am I going? What will they do to me?

He opened a door and the rotting smell was so thick that I wanted to vomit but I held back knowing that if I didn't I'd be chocking on it. Monster man started to strap me into the rusted operation bed but at the same time I started regaining strength. I started screaming and hollering for help as I fought back. He was taken by surprise so I pulled out of his grip and ran for the door just I could grab that perfectly gold shining door knob I tripped over a rusted bucked. Out of the bucket came parts of rotting flesh.

I screamed and backed up closer to the door. More buckets covered the room. There were shelves that had jars of eyeballs and some jars of brain and torsos hung like pigs. Monster man started coming at me and I scrambled up. I opened the door and ran straight into someone.

"What is this?" I looked up to see a man with part of his face burned off dressed like a doctor he blocked my way and grabbed my arms, "ugly monster you can't do anything right now can you?" He squeezed my wrist.

"Sir sir please just let me go. I don't belong here.." I begged through my tears. He looked down at me.

"Of course you do. Your Emma Flinch. Your the generous patient that wants to donate parts," he started to force me back even if I fought back it had no effect, "nurses! Don't just stand out there! Get in here and help me tie her down," woman in bloody nurses outfits with slit necks and permanent frowns came in and tied me down.

"Please please don't do this," I looked at monster man as I struggled, "please please help me!" I cried and begged and he looked like he did want to help.

"Ugly monster what are you still doing here? Get out!" Yelled the doctor and monster man flinched and hurried out the room, "now don't worry it won't be that long," he covered his pale hands with black gloves and injected a needle into my arm, "just to stop the struggling," he tells me with a sadistic grin and I feel myself losing my strength. I could just watch him as the nurse cut my clothes off leaving me naked.

The doctor turned a radio on to some old music and danced around to it while the nurses got me ready. He drew a line down the center of my stomach then looked at me and patted my head.

"Such a pretty face for a generous person. I'll give you a permanent smile when I'm done," he started to cut me open and I could see him do it. I screamed in pain but couldn't move my body.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I yelled as I screamed. I felt his cold hand go into the open cut.

"What do you mean? You offered yourself. You have the hand mark to prove it," he smiled as he dug his hands through my insides. Why hadn't I died yet?! I should be dead instead of going through this pain! He should have killed me by now!

"Doctor, the lady said to stop playing around," I heard one of the nurses say. Everything sounded like a far away echo to me. I'm starting to see black..... The pain..... Is finally fading...... I'm dying.....