Scene 5
Inside the Chaos City Mental Hospital, in the medical ward…
Marshall POV
Oh god…
My head…
Was I hit by a truck? My head is pounding with this pain. The last thing I remember was a big flashing light coming at me and this officer. I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw that I was in a medical like facility. I was in a green jumpsuit that was a little too big for me. I saw this tube that was running into my arm with a sticky note on it saying, 'take it out as you wake up' in red ink.
Where the hell am I?
I took out the tube and a clear liquid came squirting out.
What the hell is this?
I threw the tube on the floor and rubbed my head, it still hurt, like a hammer banging on it from the inside.
"Wake up Mr. Prower… or do you prefer Mr. Mathers?" said a voice.
"Where are you? Who are you?" I said into the darkness.
"I am here, but yet… I am not here…" he said.
"Stop with the riddles!" I yelled again. This guy was pissing me off and I wanted to know where I am at.
"Relax…" he said. "There is a earpiece on your ear… I am somewhere secret. Do as I say, and you will live…" he said again, his tone was serious.
"What do I have to do?" I said in confusion. Pretty soon the room was spinning, and I felt nauseas. Like I was going to throw up.
"First, what would you like me to call you? Mr. Prower, or Mr. Mathers?" he said.
I legally changed my last name to Prower so I can be the same as Miles… and so we can have the same initals.
"How do you know my name?" I said as I stood up. I nearly fell on my face, but I caught my self on a little stool on the floor.
"Careful, the medicine should wear off. And don't ask questions until I say you can." He told me as I got up.
"I would rather be called Mr. Mathers." I told him.
"Alright. Well, Mr. Mathers would you kindly walk out of the room?" he told me.
I stumbled to the door, I put my hand on the handle and slowly opened it. I looked around and the hallway was a complete mess. Stretchers on the floor, windows busted in, and I saw a man in a nurses uniform near what seemed to be a elevator.
"Do what I say, or else you will die." He told me.
My heart began to beat really fast and I started to sweat.
"Pick up that syringe on the floor." He commanded me to.
What was he planning for me to do? I slowly bent over and picked up the syringe. It looked empty, but the needle point was sharp.
"Kill that man." He ordered.
"But he is a nurse. He can help me…" I whispered, my voice was shaking. I never did anything like this. And what the hell is happening. The lights began to flicker above me.
"If he sees you, you will die. Do as I say!" he said in a louder tone.
"Fucking piece of shit electronics! The elevator doesn't work!" said the nurse. He was a dark brown hedgehog, his quills seemed to fall back down his back, going as far to his lower back. I slowly got behind him, I raised me syringe, and I closed my eyes.
I quickly stabbed the syringe down into his neck, blood quickly squirted out. He quickly grabbed his neck as he fell to the floor.
I watched as he gurgled on his blood as he squirmed on the floor. His yellow eyes looked at me as his head turned my way. His eyes were struck with shock as he suddenly stopped moving.
"Good…" said the man on the earpiece.
My god…
What have I done?
I… took a life…
I started to stumble back, my head started to hurt and I felt sick. My back touched the wall and I began to threw up.
"GAH!" I screamed as I threw up. I picked my head up as I stopped and I wiped my mouth of the puke.
"Now you know how it is like to own a life…" he said in a low voice.
"He was the first of many. But now, Mr. Mathers, would you take the stairs on your right?" he told me.
First of many?
I walked to my right and saw a door open with a red arrow pointing at it. I walked inside and it was a stair well. I walked down the stairs till the second floor. I couldn't walk any farther because it was blocked by a bunch of old furniture.
"I heard that you are a kick-boxer, right?" said the voice.
"Yes…" I told him as I opened the door to the second floor. When I was younger, me and Miles would spare in the gym that was down the street.
Oh, how I should've listened to him.
"I want to see if you are a good fighter." He told me.
"WHITCHITY MAN!" I heard someone yell.
A guy in a green jumpsuit with a muzzle mask on barged into the hallway and looked at me.
"Mr. Mathers, kill this man, then you can leave." Said the voice.
"RAH!" said the guy as he swung his fist at me.
I ducked my head down and brought my fist into his jaw.
CRACK!
I heard some teeth crack as he stumbled back. I quickly brought up my foot into his chest, sending a hard kick into him as he fell back into a wall. I then grabbed him by throat and sent a punch into his eye. I threw another punch, then another, then another. His face was cracked and his muzzle was falling off. I dropped him, and he fell on to the floor.
"FINISH HIM!" said the voice. I then took my foot off the ground and stomped it onto his head, his head literally exploded in blood.
Another life… I have taken…
"Good, I wanted to know if you fight for yourself. You may now leave. Exit the room by going out that door on your left." Said the voice.
I then looked and saw a big metal door with exit on top of it in green. There was a red arrow pointing at it. I shook my shoes to get the blood off and I walked to the door. I slowly opened it and…
BASH!
Normal POV
A dark figure quickly took a baseball bat and swung it against Marshall's head. He fell to the floor with a big red bump on the back.
"He is out cold." Said the figure.
"Good, take him back to the facility, we can brief him there." Said someone on his ear piece.
"Alright, Mr. Director, sir." He replied.
He then took Marshall's knocked out body and put it inside a jeep.
He got into the front and drove west…