Black Panther

Blood... So much of it...

 I screamed as that psychopath slid his scalpel across my skin. I felt the horrifying sensation of a hand inside of me, moving my organs around in search of something he will never find.

"I don't understand..." I heard him mutter, sifting with a new found roughness causing yet more blood to rush out of my side. "Everything is as it should be. Maybe the source of power is in the brain..." My eyes widened and I struggled with my remaining energy to unchain myself, knowing full well what he was about to do.

 Mr Madman laughed, as he clipped a metal contraption around my head, assumably to keep it still. I felt a gap in between two of the metal strips. He pulled out a buzz saw and I screamed at the top of my lungs, knowing it would be useless against the soundproof walls of the operating room. He plugged it into the wall next to us, torturing me, knowing that every second he took, my heart was increasing speed by a million beats per minute.

 He turned on the buzz saw with blood soaked hands and brought it close to my head, laughing manically. I screamed again as I felt the vibrations in the air from the buzz saw's incredible power. He brought it away from my head, laughing as he did so, taking advantage of my emotions and fear. He was proud of seeing his number one enemy so weak, eyes full of fear - of him! It brought an incredible feeling of power, one that he had always lusted for. You could see it in his eyes, he was insane.

 He toyed with his prey, until a large rumble was heard outside the door. He turned his head and looked with curious interest. I on the other hand could not care less. All I wanted was for it to end, so I could be dragged out of the world of pain. Out of nowhere the steel door was blasted open, and there stood none other than Scarlett.

"Yo bitches!" she called. She sprinted over, kicking Mr Madman in the jaw, knocking the bastard to the ground. She ran over to me, as Mr Madman crawled towards the exit, likely to be getting security. "Christ..." breathed Scar, looking down at me. She found a needle and thread on the table beside her. "

Sorry about this, but we've got to." My eyes widened at the needle. She gave me an apologetic look, knowing my extreme phobia.

 She got to work on patching me up, as I screamed and cursed at my best friend...