Just Say No!
By, Cassie Buttelman
Chapter 1
He woke up. His first thought was where the heck he was, then slowly things started to come back to him. He opened his eyes and all he saw was darkness, that's when he felt the pain. He cried out in agony as he tried to move his arm, it was useless, the pain was too intense. He cursed Justice in a flurry of colorful words as he tried to move any of his limbs. His arm was finally able to move and he crawled around desperately for an exit where he would see light. After a while he began to give up. He lied down waiting for the end to come, he knew he could not make it much longer. That's when he saw a small speak of light on his right hand, he quickly looked up and saw a small hole between the rubble. He crawled over and with his arms he pulled rocks away and made a hole big enough for him to crawl out of. He stuck his hand through and began to pull himself out, when his head stuck through, he could not see how horrible his face looked, disfigured and his left eye was bleeding relentlessly. He managed to pull his badly wounded body out of the hole and onto the rocky remains of the building. That's when he noticed it wasn't day, it was night and what light he saw came from the moon. He took some deep breaths. Finally after a long period of time he had enough strength to stand up and began walking to the closest building. When he got there he saw a young woman around twenty come out of the building to her car. She looked nervous, looking both ways and power walked to her car. "Please.....miss....." a weak, pleading male voice said. The woman turned around and saw the badly wounded man walking up to her. She almost screamed. She looked at the man, very frightened. "Please...help....me." With those last words he fell to the ground right before her feet. The Woman turned around and ran back into the building yelling to call 911 and to get an ambulance.
When he woke up the second time, he could feel massive pain all over his body including his eye, which hurt like heck. He bit back a string of bad words as he tried to find out where he was; he looked around with his only good eye and saw that everything was white. He was in a white bed and wearing hospital clothing. When that thought reached his mind he jumped out of bed and almost panicked. He had to escape. That's when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror near the bed. He almost cried out. He didn't look like at all what he used to be. He touched his disfigured face in disgust. He would make them all pay for what they did to him. The nurse and doctor were outside talking about their newest patient, the man who apparently didn't have any ID on him whatsoever. "Doctor, When this "John Doe" regains conciseness, you think he will tell us what happened to him?" The nurse said. "I hope so," The doctor said in a rugged voice, "But he may have amnesia, he has been badly beaten." Both moved toward the door and the doctor placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it.
He heard the doorknob to his room being turned, the disfigured man turned and made a hasty decision, he would escape and then.. When the next thoughts crossed his mind, he smiled evilly. The doctor and nurse entered and were surprised to see the man up; they were even more surprised to find that he held a piece of a chair over his head. Before either could stop him, he hit both hard with the wooden piece of the chair; they both crumpled on the ground. He quickly stole the doctor's clothes and made his way out of the building without being recognized. He ran. He ran until he found a familiar place. His lair. The place he lived in before that Justice ruined his face and his life. He entered quietly. Being careful not to touch anything. He quickly turned off all alarms that had been left on and then made his way to his living quarters. He opened a black door and came into the place he left behind so many days ago. His bedroom was nothing much, the auburn colored paint helped cheer the place up but it really did look like a blank room. It had a one-person bed with black and brown colored sheets and pillow covers. The bedframe looked like one of those that were made for kings. It had four posts with a canopy on top. Beside the bed was one bed stand with an ordinary lamp on top of it. He walked out of his bedroom and made his way to his blue-themed bathroom. He did some grooming and changed his clothes, then he glanced at the mirror, no longer horrified by his appearance. In fact he was smiling insanely. "Soon, Justice and the Warners will know, to never mess with Kirk Lampring!!"
By, Cassie Buttelman
Chapter 1
He woke up. His first thought was where the heck he was, then slowly things started to come back to him. He opened his eyes and all he saw was darkness, that's when he felt the pain. He cried out in agony as he tried to move his arm, it was useless, the pain was too intense. He cursed Justice in a flurry of colorful words as he tried to move any of his limbs. His arm was finally able to move and he crawled around desperately for an exit where he would see light. After a while he began to give up. He lied down waiting for the end to come, he knew he could not make it much longer. That's when he saw a small speak of light on his right hand, he quickly looked up and saw a small hole between the rubble. He crawled over and with his arms he pulled rocks away and made a hole big enough for him to crawl out of. He stuck his hand through and began to pull himself out, when his head stuck through, he could not see how horrible his face looked, disfigured and his left eye was bleeding relentlessly. He managed to pull his badly wounded body out of the hole and onto the rocky remains of the building. That's when he noticed it wasn't day, it was night and what light he saw came from the moon. He took some deep breaths. Finally after a long period of time he had enough strength to stand up and began walking to the closest building. When he got there he saw a young woman around twenty come out of the building to her car. She looked nervous, looking both ways and power walked to her car. "Please.....miss....." a weak, pleading male voice said. The woman turned around and saw the badly wounded man walking up to her. She almost screamed. She looked at the man, very frightened. "Please...help....me." With those last words he fell to the ground right before her feet. The Woman turned around and ran back into the building yelling to call 911 and to get an ambulance.
When he woke up the second time, he could feel massive pain all over his body including his eye, which hurt like heck. He bit back a string of bad words as he tried to find out where he was; he looked around with his only good eye and saw that everything was white. He was in a white bed and wearing hospital clothing. When that thought reached his mind he jumped out of bed and almost panicked. He had to escape. That's when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror near the bed. He almost cried out. He didn't look like at all what he used to be. He touched his disfigured face in disgust. He would make them all pay for what they did to him. The nurse and doctor were outside talking about their newest patient, the man who apparently didn't have any ID on him whatsoever. "Doctor, When this "John Doe" regains conciseness, you think he will tell us what happened to him?" The nurse said. "I hope so," The doctor said in a rugged voice, "But he may have amnesia, he has been badly beaten." Both moved toward the door and the doctor placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it.
He heard the doorknob to his room being turned, the disfigured man turned and made a hasty decision, he would escape and then.. When the next thoughts crossed his mind, he smiled evilly. The doctor and nurse entered and were surprised to see the man up; they were even more surprised to find that he held a piece of a chair over his head. Before either could stop him, he hit both hard with the wooden piece of the chair; they both crumpled on the ground. He quickly stole the doctor's clothes and made his way out of the building without being recognized. He ran. He ran until he found a familiar place. His lair. The place he lived in before that Justice ruined his face and his life. He entered quietly. Being careful not to touch anything. He quickly turned off all alarms that had been left on and then made his way to his living quarters. He opened a black door and came into the place he left behind so many days ago. His bedroom was nothing much, the auburn colored paint helped cheer the place up but it really did look like a blank room. It had a one-person bed with black and brown colored sheets and pillow covers. The bedframe looked like one of those that were made for kings. It had four posts with a canopy on top. Beside the bed was one bed stand with an ordinary lamp on top of it. He walked out of his bedroom and made his way to his blue-themed bathroom. He did some grooming and changed his clothes, then he glanced at the mirror, no longer horrified by his appearance. In fact he was smiling insanely. "Soon, Justice and the Warners will know, to never mess with Kirk Lampring!!"