Angie’s tears formed a small puddle on the floor as she sat waiting for the old man to come back. She stood up and tried to move the chair but it was bolted to the ground. She didn't even know what she would do with the chair. A pound made her flip around and stare at the door. The sound of men struggling could be heard, as if they were dragging a car down the hallway. Angie curiously walked up to the door and listened. The men walked by her door and claws scraped along the walls and floor. She jumped back away from the door as if it was about to fall on her. The creature screeched as it was locked in the room next to hers. It clawed at the walls and door hoping to find away to escape its cell. Angie walked over to the wall where the clawing was loudest, she laid her hand on the wall and felt the creature's fear. “It will be ok.” She whispered “Everything will be alright, there is no reason to be afraid.” The creature stopped clawing and the room went silent. After a few minutes of silence, Angie went and sat on the chair, shortly after she fell asleep while leaning against the cool metal wall. While asleep the creature caught its claw under one of the metal panels on the wall and successfully pulled it off, then started pulling the wall apart until it reached the metal on the other side. It pushed the metal away and on the other side sat Angie, dead asleep. The creature pulled itself through and walked towards her, claws clacking on the metal floor. As it approached her saliva dripped down its chin down to the floor. It bared its teeth and let out a deep growl. When it reached Angie, it stood on its hind legs and let out a loud demonic howl before planting its front paws right on top of her, crushing her beneath its weight. She woke up strapped to a hospital bed wearing nothing but a hospital gown. There were wires hooked to her head which led to a small box underneath a mirror which she assumed was two way. The door on the opposite side of the room opened and the old man entered with a young lady who was carrying a tray lined with different tools. The man sat in the chair next to her. “Well good morning sleepy head.” He said with a grin. “Where am I? How did I get here?” Angie said while she struggled to remove the straps. “We decided that we are going to open you up and see what makes you tick. Since you won't tell us how you got this magnificent gift of yours.” The man said as he grabbed a scalpel. “What gift? I don't have a gift!” Angie screamed as she thrashed her body around. “Oh but you do. Your ability to come back from death. We have been watching you for a long time now, following your every move.” Angie was on the verge of crying, her vision went blurry as her eyes filled with tears. The man brought the scalpel down to an open area where Angie’s stomach showed. He dragged it along and she yelled out in pain. Rage filled her, she was no longer sad or afraid, she screamed at the top of her lungs. The lights in the room went out and they were left in total darkness. Cries of pain were heard through the building as the sound of barking grew louder. The door came crashing down and on the other side were three hellhounds. They were glowing with the flames of all hells fire. Angie blacked out as the Hounds approached the man. The last thing she saw was the hound wrapping its jaw around his neck and biting down.
