“Wow, what a long day.” Exclaimed Mr Moore as he got in the elevator. Mr Moore was an outgoing consultant at his software company. Mr Moore himself gave the green light to many major deals his company had made. Mr Moore got out of the elevator and started to walk out the building, as he passed the receptionist he gave her a wink. He went to his car and got in, then drove to the tanning salon. Mr Moore was going on vacation in a few weeks to a tropical country and did not want to get burnt up. He walked into the salon paid 30 dollars and went to his tanning room. He was in their for 15 minutes when the bell rang for him to turn over, after a few minutes turned over he heard the door open, by the time he had turned his neck to see who it was, he felt a sharp pinch on his neck and saw a thumb push down on the plunger of the syringe.
“Who are yo-” he had lost consciousness.
When Mr Moore awoke he was aware of three things, he had a splitting headache, he was strapped down on to a table of some sort and he was in some kind of operating room. Just then the intercom crackled to life, and he heard a voice say.
“Glad to see you have regained consciousness.”
“Where am I?” Mr Moore Shouted
“You are in an operating room.”
“I can see that, but why am I here?”
“Mr Moore, my friends and I have been hired by someone to perform a bit of a surgery on you.”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“Mr Moore it seems you have been neglecting your family for quite some time.”
“I-I have a very demanding job, it’s not my fault.”
“Your family doesn’t seem to think it’s not your fault Mr Moore.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but whoever you think I am, I’m not.”
“Didn’t you leave your wife for a hooker?”
“H-How did you know that? My wife and I have been having problems for years. It was just a matter of time. What do you want from me?”
“We just want you to answer a few questions Mr Moore”
“Fine then ask me!” Mr Moore screamed.
“Tell us Mr Moore, what was going through your head? When you looked into their eyes?”
“Whose eyes?”
“Don’t be dumb, your families eyes. Your wife and children, what were you thinking when you said ‘No thanks, I’ll take the hooker instead’?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Answer the question.”
Mr Moore had started to sob
“I was thinking that I don’t want the responsibility.”
“Wrong answer Mr Moore.”
The door swung open and 2 people dressed in surgeon’s clothes and masks walked in and went to the opposite sides of the table and brought 2 trolleys to their side.
“What are you doing?”
“If you had replied honestly Mr Moore, that you were just horny and lonely, we could have skipped this step.” One of them replied
Mr Moore started to thrash around on the table but his restraints held him in place.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Mr Moore begged.
“It’s not our call.” The other one said
The 2 surgeon’s picked up a scalpel and started to cut at Mr Moore’s thighs. Mr Moore, felt the blades piercing his skin and he screamed out in pain.
“You are experiencing the level of loss and suffering you caused your family Mr Moore.”
The 2 surgeon’s proceeded to cut off pieces of Mr Moore’s thigh. After they had both cut off sizeable pieces, they threw alcohol on the wound to sanitize it and then the cauterized it with 2 large irons. Mr Moore had never known such pain.
One of the surgeons produced a microphone and stuck into Mr Moore’s face.
“So, Mr Moore, tell us, what do you miss more, your desk or the hungry sky?
For awhile Mr. Moore just screamed in pain, and couldn’t answer, but the surgeons were patient.
Eventually when he calmed down they asked him the question again.
“I miss my workspace.”
The one surgeon looked at him and just said.
“Wrong Answer.”
Mrs Moore was sitting on the couch watching the television with her two kids both were 4 years old, when the phone rang. She got up to go answer it, telling her children she would be right back. When she picked up the phone she heard a familiar voice.
“Did you find him?” she asked
The voice on the phone confirmed
“Is he dead?”
The voice once again confirmed
“He had it coming.” She said
“He sure did Mrs Moore, we have the whole thing an audio and video if you want it, and we have the entire file on paper for you as well.”
“Thank you, and yes please I’d like them all.”
“Don’t forget the deal Mrs Moore; we’re coming back for your children.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Good bye.”
Mrs Moore went back to sit with her kids, she turned the news on, there were more abductions and killings all across the country, these attacks being made by pale people with a very eerie air about them, some cult or something she thought.“What a messed up world we live in.”
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