PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Surgical Procedure [Day Three]

Anon suddenly woke up to the sound of Abbie muttering in her sleep again. He ran his hands through his dirty hair and then took out his pocket watch to check the time. 7:00. He sat up and looked at his reflection in the broken glass on the floor, almost half of his hair was now a neon pink colour. He sighed and scanned the room for any differences, the only noticeable difference was the growth of the Flux which covered Anon. His right arm was now almost completely covered in flux, all but his hand and a few patchy areas around his shoulder. He checked his pocket and found everything, nothing stolen or lost. In his pocket were: Two filled syringes, his pocket watch, surgical tools, a few buttons, some string and some post-it notes. He took a post-it note from his pocket and started to write on it with his own blood from an open wound. He folded it up and walked to the only sink in the room. The sink was filthy, mould lined the edges and small chunks of the material used to reenforce the sink were flaking off. Anon turned on the grey-looking freezing water and washed his face. He wiped the moisture from his face with his un-Fluxy upper arm and glanced at Abbie. She was curled into a foetus position, hugging both of her knees and muttering every-so-often. Anon slowed his breathing so he could hear what Abbie was saying.

"Thank you for the gift mother.." She whispered tiredly.

Anon thought nothing of it and looked in the mirror above the sink, he pressed his thumb against it, trying to wipe off the dirt. The mirror fell from the wall to the left of Anon. The mirror hit the floor and shattered into thousands of pieces, creating a huge 'Crash' noise.

"Smashing" Giggled Abbie, now sat up and wide awake.

"Sorry for err.. waking you" Said Anon, apologetically.

"It's fine" Said Abbie, "I needed to get up anyway"

Anon took the post-it note from his pocket and unfolded it, he looked at it and gave it too her. In horrible hand writing it said, "Take out my microchip". Abbie looked up at Anon and saw him take a surgical blade from his pocket. Anon handed Abbie the knife and turned around, pointing to a square lump on the back of his neck. Abbie began to shake slightly, not wanting to do it at all. Anon grabbed a chair and sat down, his back facing her.

Abbie held the knife like a pencil and grabbed the back of Anon's neck like a canvass. She held the blade close to Anon's skin and pushed forward, driving the blade six millimetres into his flesh. She dragged the tool down, her hand now steadied. She then twisted the blade and cut across, then up, then across again. Abbie reached in with her fingernails and pulled out the microchip, still with a think layer of flesh blanketed on top. She took off the flesh and placed it back into hole in Anon's neck, like a jigsaw-puzzle. Abbie walked around to face Anon, she held out the microchip for him to take. Anon looked up and took the chip, he stuffed it into his front left pocket. He then took some of the bandages off of his arm and wrapped it around his neck to stop the bleeding, it looked like a hospital themed chocker. Anon got up from the chair, half his back was wet with blood which leaked from the back of his neck. Anon took another post-it note from his pocket, he unfolded it and gave it to Abbie. "You?".

Abbie nodded and sat on the already-bloodied chair.