Story Thing

My hands are trembling, voice is shaking. I have a blade in my hand pressing it to the man on top of me. Holding on to his face, telling myself “its him or you”. In a heartbeat I shift my weight to my left, freeing my body and I press that cold piece of steal into his cheek. Feeling no remorse for this man I repeat this process over and over. With blood on my hands and around the room I quickly get to my feet and head for sanctuary.


Let me introduce myself, my name is Ivan. I am a Russian doctor. The human anatomy has always pleased me and to this day I still find it fascinating. Since September 1994 I was stripped of my license due to a miscalculation with an unauthorized drug. The pain people put me in by taking away my passion burns deep in my stomach. One day a decided to go down to saint heart,( the hospital I once worked at)I walked in the front door, right up to the receptionist and asked how many security was there on duty? The lady helping me, lily said “two why, oh but they are both on break”. I starred at the young lady for a moment and simply smiled, I reached into my jacket and pulled out a SIG 556 and point it at her and pull the trigger. The white wall behind her turns to an abstract of blood, in seconds hundreds of people rush to the door I stand at. So now I reach in my pocket again but to pull out smoke grenade and toss it to the sea of body’s. Women cry out to me “PLEASE!” men try to disarm me but fail, they drop to the floor with holes in their body.

My adrenalin is pumping so I tell myself “fuck it” and jump at the supply closet and grab a respirator. By now the gas is filling the lobby and I can here crying coming from my feet. I look for a patient that needs some medical attention and a man is stumbling down the stairs clinching his hip. I run over and point my weapon at him and force him to a room, kicking and screaming like a bitch telling me that he has kids, a family, I simply press the muzzle in his spine and tell him that he is not ready to check out until I say so. Ok, so now I have an adult male laying on a bed strapped with barbed wire screaming to the top of his lungs, “GOD HELLLP MEE!” so tell him to shut the fuck up! And stab his stomach with a piece of broken glass. Now he can feel the pain I feel