The bright lights were blinding and incredibly annoying. The surface below him was cold and he felt extremely light. His skin felt exposed, though he was not naked. He tried to focus his vision, but that was proving to be rather difficult. It didn't help that there was this incessant beeping noise directly to his right. He tried to stretch his arm out to touch the device responsible for his irritation, but recoiled in pain. For whatever reason, his entire arm burned and something warm dripped down to his fingertips. It felt thick and a little sticky, but he couldn't really see it. It wasn't until someone grabbed his arm and forced it back to his side that he became truly aware.

"You need to remain still, sir. You've just been in a horrible accident."

An accident? He wondered what that was all about, he didn't remember anything. He felt a hand grip down on his arm and then a quick sting as something was inserted into him. Gritting his teeth, he quickly whipped his head to the side and saw a man in a white coat piercing him with a needle. He tried to get his attention and tell him to back off, but it was incredibly difficult to speak. Instead, he just mumbled incoherent phrases.

"You shouldn't strain yourself so much. You hit your head pretty hard, talking might be difficult for awhile. Just relax."

Relax? Impossible! He didn't know where he was or what happened. As he squirmed around, he tried to search the pit of his mind and retrace his steps. He remembered driving away from his shithole of a hometown. It was night time, he was fairly certain. He arrived in some city that he couldn't recall the name of and went to a gas station. He picked up a map and there was this rude person working the register. Yes, that's right. He was proud of himself for not lashing out. Nothing dangerous yet.

And then he drove around. Remaining details were fuzzy, but nothing really popped out at him. But the jolting wave of pain that just rushed through him told him that there was something important he was forgetting. He picked his brain some more, only picking up snippets of useless information. It wasn't until the man next to him started talking that he started remembering everything.

"Listen, sir. I know speaking is difficult, so I want you to blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you know your name?"

Cooperating, Johnny blinked once in response.

"Do you know where you are?"

Two blinks.

"Alright then. You're at the hospital and my name is Dr. Basil. You've been in a car accident and have sustained multiple..."

Johnny tuned him out after hearing the words "hospital" and "doctor." There was no way he'd wound up in the emergency room. Flashes of the crash and the resonating sound of wailing sirens hit him like a tidal wave and he cursed the asshole that called for help. He couldn't be in a place like this! He just got here, he couldn't become acquainted with the medical staff just yet. He didn't know if this is where he wanted to stay or if he would keep moving from place to place for awhile yet. It was too soon to know!

His heart beat faster and blood continued to leak from his body like rain spewing from overflowing gutters. He let the adrenaline take control and pushed himself off what he found to be the operating table. Dr. Basil ordered him to lie back down, but Johnny would have nothing to do with it. He saw the syringe in his hands and snatched it from him, knowing full well that it was full of anesthetics. This guy was going to knock him out and perform horrible experiments on him! Or so he assumed.

Leaping from the table and landing rather shakily on the ground, Johnny lunged forward and jabbed the needle into his neck. Pushing the medication in, the good doctor was now out cold. A nurse walked in not more than ten seconds later with some more equipment to hook up to him. She froze as she witnessed the damaged maniac hover over the doctor, empty syringe in hand. He turned quickly and glared daggers at her.

"You think you can capture me and perform your wild experiments just like that! I'm no lab rat!"

Not understanding his delusions, she pressed the emergency button by the door and made a run for it. Grabbing some nearby equipment of his own, Johnny armed himself with a scalpel, scissors, and a drill. It wasn't much, but it would do.

He gracelessly chased after the poor nurse, intending to stab her right in the heart. His prior rationale was arguing with his homicidal tendencies to quickly and painlessly kill everyone who got in his way of leaving. He needed to escape, to run away and move on. But if these foolish insects decided to be an obstacle, he would be left with no choice but to bulldoze his way through. Security guards, doctors, and nurses, it mattered not. He would not be stopped.

He had just about caught up to the terrified nurse when he was blindsided and tackled. He didn't bother to identify his attacker, he quickly rolled and shoved the scissors into his neck. When the man fell off from on top of him, Johnny pushed himself back up. Unfortunately, his original target was nowhere in sight.

A swarm of people could be seen retreating down the hall. He assumed that they were patients and other unarmed staff who had no intention of interacting with him. However, the lovely officers in the other direction did. Readying his drill, he clicked the button and listened to the bit swirl round and round. Scalpel in the other hand, he made a break for the nearest door while the officers charged him.

They ordered him to halt and drop his weapons, but he ordered them to fuck off. He blitzed an officer with a gun and forced the drill into his skull. It took a lot of force and energy, but the man fell quickly and bled out all over the tile floor. In the next instant, Johnny had thrown the scalpel, nailing another officer in the leg. But his game would end here, for as he was trying to remove the drill from the officer's head, another one finally had the sense to aim and shoot him.

The bullet lodged itself in his shoulder, causing Johnny to lurch back in pain. He fell back into the wall, sliding down it as he applied pressure to his wound. The adrenaline vanished as quickly as it came and the pain from his accident came crashing back down on him like a plane dive-bombing from the sky. His eyes widened and he coughed up some blood. It hurt so bad that he couldn't even scream. His nerves were on fire and it was the first time all night that he realized just how badly he was hurt.

Blood soaked him from head to toe as he realized that most of it was his. How he had carried himself about the way he did was beyond him. His vision blurred again as he entered a coughing fit, but he was able to make out the dozen or so officers surrounding him, guns loaded and aimed. The noise and panic around him died down into a dull roar and he knew then that he was falling unconscious. He didn't want to. He wanted to keep on fighting, make his escape, and never look back at this Godforsaken place.

Or maybe it was just him. Maybe this city had known of God before he arrived. Maybe this place wasn't as bad as he thought, but his presence had somehow changed everything. Does that mean that he should surrender and let them cut him open? They could be trying to repair him, he mused. Or was this all some sort of trap or witchcraft? They could very well be trying to harvest his organs and fuse his body with that of a stray beagle! Was that even possible yet?

His mind wandered and swayed with all the so-called possibilities of his rescue or demise, but it wasn't long before he felt another sharp sting of a needle. He felt as if his once heavy and weighed down body was now becoming extremely light. His eyes refused to open and he felt his head drop. His last conscious thoughts became disoriented and a jumbled mess. He was now successfully sedated.

The hospital staff made a mad dash to help all of those injured by the deranged patient, while others wheeled the dead down to the morgue. Dr. Basil was treated immediately and placed in an empty room to recover. Files were ravaged through and phone calls were made. Families were notified and the crying began. This place would be a zoo with upset loved ones and several media channels in no time at all.

But before anyone could do anything else, Johnny was strapped down to a gurney and wheeled off to the emergency operating room. Despite his actions, the staff was obligated to do everything they could to save his life. They went into emergency surgery and held him in the operating room for several plus hours. It took a miracle, but they managed to stabilize him. And once all of that was done and over with, they placed their last phone call.

"Hello, Wacky Shack Institute. How may I help you?"

"Yes, this is Angeline Dorval from Merth County Hospital. Can you send your next available driver to pick up a patient of ours?"

"What seems to be the problem?"

"He just attempted to slaughter half a dozen people after being in a car wreck. He's not mentally stable."

"Well, in that case, we'll be right over."

"A/N: I wasn't even planning on updating this again so soon, but I couldn't get a good enough idea to write for anything else. So here is part two of the three part story of what happened to Nny. Next chapter will tie everything together, I promise. Hope you enjoyed this, please leave me some reviews. It's the only thing that motivates me to keep writing this."