Along Came a Murderer

The Doctor's "Office"

All of the sudden, BANG! I wake up to see 2 large men standing at the end of the car with something that looked like a jacket. One of them grabbed my leg and threw me on to the ground and pinned me down while the other takes off my cuffs and puts me into a straitjacket. The men both grab my arms and drag me into the hospital.

They take me into a room and strap me down in a chair. "We've got questions for you. The doctor will be with you any minute."

They checked to see if I was properly strapped down before leaving. The doors slammed and echoed down the hall. I sat in the room, looking around. They had a lot of hospital and dental equipment. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I hear the door swing open.

An old doctor walks in and takes a good look at me. "Let me guess, you murdered someone, didn't you?" I looked down at my blood stained pants, and looked back up at him. "They didn't even bother to change your clothes."

He sat down a couple feet away from me. "I'm going to ask you some questions, if that's ok with you." I nodded my head. "Ok, first question. What is your name?" I hesitated. He kind of looked like that guy I killed on the bus. "A-Alice. My name is... Alice."

"And your last name?" He looked up at me. "Cooper. Alice Cooper."

"When is your birthday?"

"February 4th." I replied.

He paused for a couple of seconds. "What is your real name?" He leaned in close to me. I spat in his face, and he slapped me. "You people make me sick. You kill for fun? You think killing people, torturing them, making then suffer, is fun?!" He walked over to the equipment and walked back over to me. "Let's just step into other people's shoes, shall we?"

He leaned the chair down and stood over me. He put this bear trap looking thing up to my mouth and pried it open. It was extremely painful. He then took a tooth scrapper and started picking at my gums. Not gentle, like a dentist would, but rough and painfully.

I clenched my fists and screamed. I wanted him to stop. He put the scrapper down and took off the head brace. The taste of copper in my mouth made me spit out the blood that was rushing from my gums and lips.

"Oh, Alice. You're right! It is fun to torture people!" I spat in his face again. He slapped me so hard that blood went flying across the room.

I looked at the doctor. "That man deserved to die."

The doctor gave me a dirty look. "Well, what exactly did this man do, to deserve to... die?"

"He made me feel uncomfortable. He was asking for it. He wanted to die." The doctor slapped me again. "Mr. Cooper, our session is over."

He walked over to his desk and called in with his telephone. The 2 men walked in, unstrapped me, and took me away.