Note: This is based on the characters from Manhunt 2 and was written a long, long time ago when Leo still looked younger and cooler (and less like a psychopath). Also, although I like killing people in stories and video games, I don't support any sort of violence in real life! And now enjoy the splatter :p
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"Danny? Dammit, Danny, wake up!"
Through the mushy gray in his head Danny felt someone shake his shoulders. He drowsily opened his eyes. He remembered a distant dream about … what?
Danny shook his head, trying to clear away the remainders of that grayness. He looked up on the figure crouching next to him. For some reason, it seemed blurred. Then he remembered his glasses and out of reflex patted his overall pockets.
"Looking for this?"
Danny grabbed the glasses dangling in front of his face and put them on. Then he tried focusing again.
"You really should get contacts," Leo said, a mocking tone in his voice as he slapped Danny on the shoulder and helped him get up.
"What is this?" Danny asked looking around. They seemed to be in a small lab or maybe a hospital room. The air was filled with the penetrating stench of disinfectant and the wall had a typical non-descript greenish-white color. At least some of it. The rest was splattered with large crimson stains. The two stretchers in the middle of the room had fallen over and the instruments lay scattered on the floor. And in between them …
"Oh my god!" Danny gasped as he saw the bodies. He turned around and threw up into the corner he had been lying in. Blood shot to his head and made him break an ice-cold sweat.
"This, my friend," Leo said, "is a mess." His voice was calm and showed no emotion.
"More important should have been the question: What is that?" he said, pointing at the door next to them. He didn't mind that Danny was still busy emptying his stomach. He would know what he was talking about anyway.
"That," he continued, examining the instruments on the floor, "is the exit. Our way to freedom."
Danny turned to him weakly.
"Freedom from what?"
Leo looked at him, pretend surprise on his face.
"Oh? You really don't remember? You are one lucky motherfucker! Come on, let's go."
Danny slapped away the hand Leo offered him.
"Did you kill them?"
"It's not like they gave me a choice! You could call it self-defense, basically."
"Self-defense?!" Danny yelled. He tried to suppress a new gag. He pointed at the bodies. "How is cutting off their limbs self-defense? How is mutilation self-defense? How is hanging their heads up on an IV bloody fucking self-defense?" He was shaking with anger and nausea.
Leo shrugged and grinned.
"I was just having a bit of fun." His face darkened. "You can't even imagine what they would have done to us. This is nothing compared to their doings."
He handed Danny a couple of scalpels and a pistol.
"Time to pay back those fuckers, Dr. Lamb."