The Beginning of The End

Chapter Two: Blood, Sweat & Tears

Chapter Two : Blood, Sweat and Gears

As I felt myself slowly be dragged into this stranger's home, I could feel them struggling with the weight of my lifeless body being dragged through the door, the occasional light flickered past my crusted eyes, flickering at an inconsistent rate, showing that I had been put on a bed of some kind. There was an intense smell.... something I'd never smelled before now.. it was almost thought I had dunked my head into skunk piss and pig slurry.

Still in an intense haze, I remember unimaginable agony, waking up for brief moments before going back under, and seeing... them... every time I saw them over me and every time I saw them they put me back under with a new dosage of horse tranquilizer

I awoke suddenly screaming, the screams delayed from whence I was falling to my doom, my heart beating quicker than ever before, my anxiety was at pique, I finally awake to see absolutely nothing... there was an inexplicable darkness that cloaked my face though it was drawn to it like a moth to a lamp.

I awake, screaming, screaming with such ferocity and intensity my vocal chords felt as though they were about to shatter, the lights flickered at the intensity, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a door hammering open, it reverberated around the room with such intensity.

I'd never experienced it before... Finally, after what seemed like years of slumber, I heard a distant voice, only barely able to make it out. "was that him? I didn't expect him to wake so soon - put the plans for him on hold"

My cell door opened, it took a very long time for the light to penetrate every corner of the room, as it seemed the room itself indulged itself in the light, absorbing every particle into the padded walls, like a connoisseur of chocolate enjoyed every moment of it...

I wish I never woke up once I saw the state of the room... every square foot of the room was soaked in blood, entrails and shit...

I figured out what the smell was when I first arrived, when the light finally settled in the psychiatric-style padded cell, and once my eyes had finally adjusted, I saw a lady, though she wasn't fully a lady, I couldn't make out the shape...it was naught but a black figure, shrouded in darkness, consumed by shrouds.

She then spoke to me in a very heavy accent, not one I often recognise. "Vat are you doing zere? Vy did you break ze woof?" I stutter and stumble, barely even able to create a sentence.She laughs heartily and it sends an intense shiver down my spine, as though the devil had just caked icicles in my coffee and forced me to drink it. She lit a small candle nearby and held it up to her face, there wasn't much I could make out, though a tinted grey right eye, a deep scar and incredibly black fur, black as Lantern Jack's soul, the deepest shade imaginable.

I stuttered out "w..why are you helping me?" I cough intensely and some blood splatters onto the floor... she puts her paw on my chin and sits up off the bed, slow, cunning almost flirty, and whispers "because I vant to, silly child~"

"You are most fun I've had talking to in wery long time, and I look vorward to the vext outing" she winks seductively at me and once again I get an intense shiver though the devil shat an icicle in my cereal. I'm in no mood to get up and walk.

In fact I can't feel my legs...will I ever walk again? What did she do to me while I was out? What was the pain I experienced...?

I really need to get up and take a shit, though being attached to an IV isn't easy. How did they manage with paws I pondered to myself... no time to think, there was only a matter of time before she came back for more insatiable lust... my legs... as soon as I moved them, it had felt like a truck had run over them and did a four hour recital of a terrible play, I attempted to ignore the pain as I pulled back the covers breathing heavily as I do so in an attempt to reduce the pain.

What I saw was nothing less and horrific and abysmal,my legs weren't mine anymore, they were someone else's, perhaps a deceased soldier from the front lines of the right wing party, who fought for their beliefs, I don't know who's gender these legs were, regretfully I looked down to find out I was no longer fully human.

I had the legs of a black fox, with male genitalia. I breathe a sigh of relief to find out that they at least got the right gender. As I'm walking to the bathroom with the IV squeaking with every turn of the wheel I look around at my recent surroundings and it would appear that I'm in a heavily shelled hospital.

I finally find the bathroom after about thirty minutes of exploring, I finally find the mens bathroom and walk in carefully, making sure not to hit my knees off anything.I sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and nothing happens, then the payload releases...all hell breaks loose and while taking a doozie, I get heavy flashbacks of what I'd done to those poor people in the bomber not a few hours before making my way gracefully into the life of the... cougar.

What felt like an hour later, I finally got up off the toilet and cleaned myself up, problem was I forgot these weren't my real legs and I got up too quickly, and my legs buckled from underneath me. There were a few moments in which time... stopped... everything... I desperately grabbed onto something, sink, towel, anything, I couldn't grab it in time, and I fell first onto my kneecaps and I heard them both fracture, I waited... then there was the inexplicable agony, the nerves shredding from the shrapnel of my knees.

I let out the most ear-piercing scream ever created by anyone, several dogs nearby yelped, and audibly scampered away outside the bathroom. A few moments later, she comes pounding on the door "ze fock are you doing in zere? Anzer me now!"

I barely managed to get out "f-f-fehhhll" she seems to have understood that, as she enters the room and helps me up "poor vavy, mommy vill help, don't you vorry bout a tving, yung voy~"

Before anything could be done, her mother bursts in the door, clearly taken aback by the sudden intrusion, I use the opportunity to run, clearly I wasn't used to my new legs at this point but it didn't matter, all I knew was I had to run as fast as I could away from Pavlo the demented cougar.

Not five minutes after I made my escape, I hid in a nearby closet, heart pounding, out of breath and out of options. I came close to having something awful happen, In a blind haze I cannot even remember what happened within the five minutes or more I had been running.

Trembling, as I lay curled in fear in the closet, I heard a low, girthy growl, "I know zou are vere hehehehehe, come ouz, come ouz now hehehehe" clearly petrified, I dared not speak a word for I didn't want to tempt lady luck a second time.

Regretfully, I got up from my drunken haze of fear, remembering a song I'd heard about some hero back in the day, I burst out of the closet, the doors flying off of the hinges in the process and striking her in the forehead, catching her off guard and with this haze she was in, I hopped up on one leg, did a quick one-eighty degree turn and round-housed her right in the jaw.

Before leaving I spoke softly and said "as a man cannot be understood just by his looks, neither can the sea be fathomed by a cup" and walked over her, cautiously looking back every ten yards or so, as, if horror movies taught me anything, don't underestimate how long they'll stay down for.

Later, I found out she was not at all a doctor, but she was an escaped psych ward inmate who had a severe split personality and bipolar. I remember thinking "if I wasn't skeptical of her every move, I would probably be dead, or worse right now"

(TWO MONTHS LATER)

When I had finally recovered from the hammering my legs took, high off dorphene, the nurse said to me "looks like you won't need to be here anymore, your legs look like they're ready to go back into the line of duty!" I pondered for a second... "wait a minute I never told you -" and I was assaulted with chloroform, though I struggled heartily though my life depended on it, it was all in vain because I ended up being my own downfall... the more I struggled the harder I breathed and the quicker I went under.

The nurse pulled down their mask, and the last thing I remember seeing was the toothy smile of a demented cougar, Pavlo saying "as a man cannot be understood just by his looks, neither can the sea be fathomed by a cup" the fake accent... was nothing but a ruse for me to let my guard down...