Well, here is another chapter for my story, and no, I do not own Pokemon.
All I own is a teddy bear called snuggles and a six inch long piece of
pipe. What? That pipe has memories, too! Anyway, incase you haven't figured
it out, I never stop thinking about this story.
Anyway, here is the new chapter to 'WIHB'
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"What did you...need.....me.....for?"
A blood-splattered face looked back at John. "You were saying?"
"Nothing." Replied John as he made his way to a little room on the side of the lab to get ready, since it was obvious to him that he would be working with exposed flesh that wasn't supposed to be exposed. In a word, an operation.
"How did it happen?" asked John as he came out from the small washroom in a blue medical robe, his hands sanitized an in a pair of latex gloves.
"Don't know. All I heard was a loud 'thud'. So I looked up and saw him lying on the ground face-down with blood pouring from his neck."
"Did you look at the security tape?" Asked the ever-bright-at-oh-my-god-in- the-morning John.
"...No." Replied James, who was wondering how in the world he could have forgotten the security system. It's always on, and there is always at least one camera pointed towards the creature. James chuckled at the thought that there were so many people cleared for this particular experiment, yet only a few people actually know anything useful to the program, and those that could possibly help to solve a particular problem don't have a high enough clearance rating to be able to mop the floor. What people do for security!
"...James!"
"What?!"
"What's wrong with his neck?"
"Uh, six one-inch longitudal lacerations and one jagged one-inch lateral laceration. All because of the God-damned control ring."
"Where is that ring, anyway?"
"In a tray on the table to my right."
John walked over to the table and sure enough, it was sitting in a stainless-steel medical tray, in all its ugly glory. The six little pins around the inside of the ring that transmit the electricity, as well as a complete side of the ring, were covered in a thick, black, ink-like substance. LED lights scattered on the surface blinked and changed colors, giving the impression that all systems were functioning correctly.
"James, about how much do you think one of these things cost?" asked John as he handled the delicate and blood-covered piece of nano-technology.
"Oh, I'd say about half a million dollars," replied James.
"Good."
The next thing James heard was a short whistle and then a sharp crash, then the little tinkling sounds as small bits of plastic and metal fell to the floor. He looked up to see John Messaging his right arm and the control ring nowhere in sight. He tried to hold back a smile. "Nice throw!"
"Thanks," replied John, still rubbing his arm, "Used to be in the Major League."
James finally loses it and laughs, realizing that the ring just traveled well over one hundred miles an hour.
"I heal people, I don't control them!"
"I'll testify to that!"
"...James, get your ass in gear, he just broke a vein!"
"Oh shit, it's the main!"
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Anyway, here is the new chapter to 'WIHB'
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"What did you...need.....me.....for?"
A blood-splattered face looked back at John. "You were saying?"
"Nothing." Replied John as he made his way to a little room on the side of the lab to get ready, since it was obvious to him that he would be working with exposed flesh that wasn't supposed to be exposed. In a word, an operation.
"How did it happen?" asked John as he came out from the small washroom in a blue medical robe, his hands sanitized an in a pair of latex gloves.
"Don't know. All I heard was a loud 'thud'. So I looked up and saw him lying on the ground face-down with blood pouring from his neck."
"Did you look at the security tape?" Asked the ever-bright-at-oh-my-god-in- the-morning John.
"...No." Replied James, who was wondering how in the world he could have forgotten the security system. It's always on, and there is always at least one camera pointed towards the creature. James chuckled at the thought that there were so many people cleared for this particular experiment, yet only a few people actually know anything useful to the program, and those that could possibly help to solve a particular problem don't have a high enough clearance rating to be able to mop the floor. What people do for security!
"...James!"
"What?!"
"What's wrong with his neck?"
"Uh, six one-inch longitudal lacerations and one jagged one-inch lateral laceration. All because of the God-damned control ring."
"Where is that ring, anyway?"
"In a tray on the table to my right."
John walked over to the table and sure enough, it was sitting in a stainless-steel medical tray, in all its ugly glory. The six little pins around the inside of the ring that transmit the electricity, as well as a complete side of the ring, were covered in a thick, black, ink-like substance. LED lights scattered on the surface blinked and changed colors, giving the impression that all systems were functioning correctly.
"James, about how much do you think one of these things cost?" asked John as he handled the delicate and blood-covered piece of nano-technology.
"Oh, I'd say about half a million dollars," replied James.
"Good."
The next thing James heard was a short whistle and then a sharp crash, then the little tinkling sounds as small bits of plastic and metal fell to the floor. He looked up to see John Messaging his right arm and the control ring nowhere in sight. He tried to hold back a smile. "Nice throw!"
"Thanks," replied John, still rubbing his arm, "Used to be in the Major League."
James finally loses it and laughs, realizing that the ring just traveled well over one hundred miles an hour.
"I heal people, I don't control them!"
"I'll testify to that!"
"...James, get your ass in gear, he just broke a vein!"
"Oh shit, it's the main!"
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