Nothing but screams are heard from Dr. Malone's office.
"Oh God why the pain??" moans the bloody mush that can only be desribed as a human male as the shard of stained glass is being pulled from His side. "Hey doc, Where am I?", the puzzled Man mutters. "Well you were found dangling by your legs naked at a meat packing factory...stuck with this peice of stained glass, and beaten into this bloody mess that sits before me. The only thing on you that looks like its in tip top shape is your right arm." says the doctor with a puzzled yet sturn look on his face. "It was only by luck you werent thrown into the meat grinder...Do you have a name?" The battered man looks at the doctor in confusion and mutters, "I can't remember!".
The man attempts to stand up off of the office bed he is laying in, but he is still too to weak from loss of blood. Dried blood now stains the off-white pillow redish-brown and the sheets are sopping with the fresh wet blood leaking from the massive wounds that can be found apon the body of this living carcass. Again he attempts to raise himself with his bruised arms. Dr. Malone walks over to his desk. "Hold on sir before you hurt yourself let me get you some pain killers." With that the Dr. opens his desk draw pulls out a small switchblade, flips it open, and starts toward the peice of meat attempting to walk. "Dr.?!?!",the man yells questionably. As the Dr. takes a stab at the Man, the Dr. slips in a pool of the wet sticky blood dripping from the office bed, and cracks the side of his head open on the corner of the office bed, spilling warm brain fluid followed by blood across the cold tile floor. As he lay on the floor, skull leaking vital fluids, the Dr.'s face drops from that of an evil grin to one of absolute nothingness...he is dying. The Man still looks shocked as the doctors body quivers as his nervous system collapses. The Man thinks to himself, ::Why did he try to kill me??:: With that he searches the lifless body in hope to find some answer to his question...but nothing but some matches and a chewed wad of mint gum. He quickly looks around the room, which now has the faint smell of honeysuckle, and spots a pile of clothes. There is a plain white T-shirt, which looks like it was used to clean a spill on the floor, and a pair of ripped up old jeans. The jeans are covered in dried blood. He limps towards the dirty tatterd objects of clothing, slightly draging his leg, and dresses. After dressing, he looks to the door label EXIT. He places his hand on the cold yet welcoming brass handle, turns it and makes his way out into the cold night air....