Fix Him Up

②| The Doc Is In

Dr. Smiley's clinic. Where do I begin? The outside looks... Abandoned. That's the best word I can find to describe it.

Hesitantly I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. The person I thought Dr. Smiley to be was the total opposite. I thought he would look like a kids' doctor but I was far from correct. He had short black hair that draped over his eyes. He was tall. Really tall. He flipped his bangs out of his face which revealed his eye color. Blood red.

"Can.. I help you?" He got too close for comfort.

"Ah... um.. my dad, Harold Myers, set up an appointment for me..." He nodded his head and motioned for me to come in. I stepped inside, and immediately I wished that I hadn't. It reeked of something close to rotting flesh.

The inside looked smaller. The main room was a dark, one wall had two doors leading elsewhere. The other wall had a small, red love seat set against it. In the center of the room there was what seemed to be an operating table.

Did my dad send me to a surgeon on accident?

Dr. Smiley walked up to the operating table and began moving things around on it.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. He gave me a creepy smile, making me nervous.

"I'm just gonna fix you is all." I backed away, moving closer to the door. The atmosphere was dangerous. It was killing me. His hand lightly glided over his table of equipment. It hovered over the scalpel; then grabbed ahold of it.

"Oh shit," I whispered. He smirked and suddenly appeared in front of the door.

"Why you leaving all the sudden? Let's chat." The smile never left his face. I see why he's called "Doctor Smiley" now.

I heard a click of a lock and turned to see Smiley put a key into his back pocket. My mind began to panic and I ran to a mysterious door on the left. I tried opening it, but it was locked. Smiley still stood by the front door and laughed at my attempt to escape. I tried the door on the right but it was also locked. Smiley started to walk closer to me and my mind went to "get the hell out of here" mode.

I tried kicking the door down with my boot but that didn't work. I was screwed. And he knew it. He liked seeing me try to escape. Sick bastard.

I ran behind the surgical chair and he took a few steps forward. We stood at a standstill for a while.

What do I do? What do I fucking do?

My eyes scanned the room for a weapon, just anything that could help me in this dire situation. My eyes spotted a pair of sharp scissors sitting on the small table next to the chair. I ran towards Smiley, grabbing the scissors along the way. When I held the scissors in a comfortable defense position, I jumped onto Smiley, pinning him to the ground. I held the scissors up to his neck and let out a victorious laugh.

"Now give me the key and I won't tell anyone anything about this. You can keep doing you're thing. Just leave me out of it." He began to laugh. Well more like an evil cackle. Like it was the funniest joke in the world.

"You put up quite a fight. But I'm afraid you're in no position to be threatening me." Huh?

He flipped us around so that I was pinned on the bottom. The scalpel was close to my collarbone. I thrusted the scissors at him but he stopped me before it made contact with his head, grabbing my wrist with his free hand. He gave me a disapproving glare and knocked the scissors out of my hand.

"Such a beautiful specimen," he murmured. He then proceeded to drag the scalpel over my collarbone, making blood appear. I gritt my teeth and glared at him. He lowered his head down to the wound and licked it clean of blood. It was sickening to watch.

"Let me go you sick perv." He laughed at me again.

"Why would I do that?" Such a cliché villain line. Talking seemed to distract him.

"Because if not, I'll do this-" I lifted my knee to his crotch and he toppled over, holding his groin. I quickly grabbed the key from his back pocket and ran to the front door. He was slowly getting back up which meant I needed to hurry it up. I shoved the key in the lock, opened the door, and ran like hell down the street. I looked back to see him in the doorway of his so called "clinic", giving me a blank stare. He just stood there. I looked away first and the more I ran, the farther the clinic became.

I got to escape, but I need to tell someone. Definitely the police. Definitely.