Wulfarus O'Donnell walked down the hallways of the Sargasso Spaceport, the place that him, Chameleon Powalski and Panther Caruso called home. he stopped at a door that had a silver plate that read "Leon", Wolf rapped on the door. "Yo, Leon, I need to talk to you." He said. "Be right there boss." a muffled voice came from inside. about a minute after, Leon stepped out in his daily blue uniform. "You wanted to see me?" he asked. "Yes, Have you seen that black rose-loving ladies man anywhere?" Wolf asked. "Nah, bastards probably in bed with some other broad." Wolf nodded in agreement. Panther had been becoming more perverted for some reason over the past few months, for what reason no one knew. "Alright, but I want a long range sensor scan for him if he doesn't show up tommorow." Leon nodded and headed back into his room. Wolf headed over to the kitchen, when he was there, he noticed blood stains on the floor. "The hell?" he murmered as he reached down and sniffed it. "Fresh." he said, he followed the trail untill it came to a halt in the hangar. Wolf suddenly felt something enter his neck, his vision blurred, he wobbled around untill he finally lost conciousness.
Wolf opened his eye, he tried to move, but it seemed like he was strapped to something, only his right arm could move. there was a T.V in front of him, it appeared to be the only thing in the dull, green room. A grey figure appeared on the screen.
"Hello, Wolf. I want to play a game. right now you are strapped to a death device, there is a key to unlock all of your limbs, it is in the container above you, you cant see it, but it is there, all you need to do is reach through the hole and get the key. but be warned, for when you reach in, you will have a time limit to how long you can reach for the key before the blades on the hole begin to rotating. and if you do not unlock yourself in time, your limbs will be rotated untill they are permanantly twisted off. how much blood will you shed to stay alive, Wolf? live or die, make your choice." after that, the T.V shut off and a timer started to tick. Wolf noticed he didn't have his eyepatch on, he knew not to panic, he reached up and felt arond the container untill he found the hole, reaching through the blades, he noticed there was even more of a catch to this "Game", as when he reached in, salt and cirus poured out. "Shit." Wolf swore, he reached around for the key. the blades slightly cut into him as he kept reaching for the key, he grunted in pain at times, as the salt and citrus poured into his wounds. he finally felt the key after about twenty seconds. he grabbed it and ripped his hand out. he let out a scream of agony as flesh was torn off of his arm. out of instinct, he let go of the key as salt and citrus splashed from the hole onto the fresh wounds. "FUCK!" Wolf screamed. he panted heavily for a few seconds before he reached up again and let out screams, short howls and whimpers. his left arm started to rotate. "No no no no no!- FUCK!" he screamed as his left arm broke and kept on twisting. he now let out screams as he searched for the key. the room started to smell of blood as his left arm was now ripped open from the rotation, he felt the blood trickle from his arm as it was slowly being twisted off. blood started to fill the tank above him. he couldnt take any more and ripped his hand out. Letting out another scream as the blades ripped at his bloody arm again. blood started to come out of his mouth as his left leg began to twist. sickening cracks ensued as the legs bones were broken apart, the stiches in the leg began to break and blood oozed from the wound. he reached up again and searched franticly for the key, the blades stabbed at is moving hands. his left arm stopped rotating, his left leg kept going and his right leg started up. he started to cough blood as his final limb was ripped open. his left leg came to a stop, and his head began to rotate. along with the blades on the hole that rotated faster than a drill, ripping apart the flesh. Wolf began to scream at the top of his lungs. the blades retracted for a moment before they rotated for his arm, they closed in and ripped his arm clean off. his head was now facing to he left. he growled before yelling a raspy, final word. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIII-!" he was cut short by a snap, followed by the skin stitches breaking apart and blood oozing from the large ring around his neck, the blood shined a little in the dim light. the head kept rotating untill it was twisted 360 degrees. blood trickled from the mouth. the room had the atroucious stench of blood and had a silent, calm atmosphere, his arm lay in the water, filling it with thick blood.
The team stared at the screen. After about a minute of staring in awe Krystal jumped onto Fox. Rellik, Falco and Kate smirked. That fucker was a leader? Kate and Rellik thought. Slippy yawned. "Well, we should get to bed." he said. "Actually, Slip, there's one more." Falco said. Slippy raised an eyelid (Since he doesnt have brows). Falco startd to walk out. "Rellik, if you please?" he said. Rellik nodded and made a sly expression, before following after Falco. Time to die, Lizard lips. Falco thought.
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A/N: By the way, I did not rush this, this has been prepared for a while. remember, at the moment this is not planned to be very long, its just a Writers Block cure for my other story COMING SOON! R&R and view my profile.