It held its hand up in front of its face, fingers outstretched, almost obscuring the gas mask from view. Karl continued to watch, confused as it slapped its open palm against the surface of the wall. Realisation dawned on Karl as the thing swung the meat cleaver down in an arc and thumped the blade into the back of its palm. All four fingers were immediately amputated as the digits dropped to the floor with a series of soft thuds.
Karl stared on in horror as the thing raised its hand again in front of its face. The blood was squirting from the openings where it had removed his fingers with the blade. Letting the blood drip and squirt down the glass front of the gas mask, it wiped the mess away with the back of the boiler suit sleeve. A sound began to fill the corridor from behind the gas mask – the sound of evil laughter.
Karl stood still for a moment. Fuck this . Turning, he sprinted for the door at the end of the corridor, unsure of where it led. He didn’t care.
Please be open, please be open.
Half running, half leaping, he shouldered the door, it fell open.
He hit the cold gravelled floor as he fell. As he rolled, he grazed his elbow and back, wincing in pain. Jumping to his feet he looked around, he seemed to be in some kind of external courtyard area. It was about fifteen feet square and contained nothing but a small steel bench. Desperately searching around, he panicked when he realised that there was a tall cast iron spiked fence that surrounded the courtyard. It had been erected upon a two feet high brick wall – he was trapped.
Running over, he grabbed the bars and shook them, they were solid. From behind, he heard a bang of wooden door against frame, he span around - the maniac in the gas mask stood before him, his damaged hand dribbled blood over the gravel while the other held the meat cleaver aloft.
“What do you want from me?”
The man in the mask said nothing. He simply laughed, the sound echoing off the inside of his gas mask.
“ Fuck you! ” Karl shouted.
Dropping the flashlight, he turned and jumped up onto the low wall. His hands held as high as he could, he leapt up and started to pull himself up and over the top of the fence. As he dragged himself upwards he felt the tip of the spikes scratch against his chest. Breathing in, he threw his foot over, ramming it against the fence as he attempted to lever himself over without impaling himself. Struggling to pull his body weight up and over the fence, he had one more crucial move, literally throwing his body clear of the fence before landing on the ground below. The collision with the ground would hurt but at least he would be free. And alive. Looking back to the figure in the gas mask, it hadn’t moved, it looked on patiently.
Realising that he only had one more move before he was free of the fence, and would soon be plummeting towards the floor, Karl took a deep breath. Throwing his body weight sideways, he attempted to pull his leg clear. His jacket snagged the spike of the fence during the movement and jerked his momentum backwards, halting him in mid-air. His full body weight dragged his second leg down onto the tip of the fence. The metal rod pierced through his thigh with ease and punctured his femoral artery.
He screamed out in agony as he continued to slide and twist down the metal spike. Any attempt that he made to pull himself upwards or across opened the wound even further. Within just a few seconds, he had lost an unbelievable amount of blood. Feeling light headed as the life drained from his body, he released his grip on the fence, he fell backwards and the back of his head smashed into the brick wall below, knocking him out cold. Impaled, he hung upside down from the fence, his arms hanging above his head as he bled out onto the floor below.
Seven
Jonny woke up suddenly with a start, his eyes flicked frantically around the room. A dim light bulb hung above. He had no idea where he was or why he was there. His
Karl stared on in horror as the thing raised its hand again in front of its face. The blood was squirting from the openings where it had removed his fingers with the blade. Letting the blood drip and squirt down the glass front of the gas mask, it wiped the mess away with the back of the boiler suit sleeve. A sound began to fill the corridor from behind the gas mask – the sound of evil laughter.
Karl stood still for a moment. Fuck this . Turning, he sprinted for the door at the end of the corridor, unsure of where it led. He didn’t care.
Please be open, please be open.
Half running, half leaping, he shouldered the door, it fell open.
He hit the cold gravelled floor as he fell. As he rolled, he grazed his elbow and back, wincing in pain. Jumping to his feet he looked around, he seemed to be in some kind of external courtyard area. It was about fifteen feet square and contained nothing but a small steel bench. Desperately searching around, he panicked when he realised that there was a tall cast iron spiked fence that surrounded the courtyard. It had been erected upon a two feet high brick wall – he was trapped.
Running over, he grabbed the bars and shook them, they were solid. From behind, he heard a bang of wooden door against frame, he span around - the maniac in the gas mask stood before him, his damaged hand dribbled blood over the gravel while the other held the meat cleaver aloft.
“What do you want from me?”
The man in the mask said nothing. He simply laughed, the sound echoing off the inside of his gas mask.
“ Fuck you! ” Karl shouted.
Dropping the flashlight, he turned and jumped up onto the low wall. His hands held as high as he could, he leapt up and started to pull himself up and over the top of the fence. As he dragged himself upwards he felt the tip of the spikes scratch against his chest. Breathing in, he threw his foot over, ramming it against the fence as he attempted to lever himself over without impaling himself. Struggling to pull his body weight up and over the fence, he had one more crucial move, literally throwing his body clear of the fence before landing on the ground below. The collision with the ground would hurt but at least he would be free. And alive. Looking back to the figure in the gas mask, it hadn’t moved, it looked on patiently.
Realising that he only had one more move before he was free of the fence, and would soon be plummeting towards the floor, Karl took a deep breath. Throwing his body weight sideways, he attempted to pull his leg clear. His jacket snagged the spike of the fence during the movement and jerked his momentum backwards, halting him in mid-air. His full body weight dragged his second leg down onto the tip of the fence. The metal rod pierced through his thigh with ease and punctured his femoral artery.
He screamed out in agony as he continued to slide and twist down the metal spike. Any attempt that he made to pull himself upwards or across opened the wound even further. Within just a few seconds, he had lost an unbelievable amount of blood. Feeling light headed as the life drained from his body, he released his grip on the fence, he fell backwards and the back of his head smashed into the brick wall below, knocking him out cold. Impaled, he hung upside down from the fence, his arms hanging above his head as he bled out onto the floor below.
Seven
Jonny woke up suddenly with a start, his eyes flicked frantically around the room. A dim light bulb hung above. He had no idea where he was or why he was there. His
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