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Ganesh
00:36 / 20.08.02
Far too literally, he had reached the end of the line.
 
 
at the scarwash
00:50 / 20.08.02
The conductor kicked him awake with an unpolished steeltoe, muttering something about "...good for nothing welfare leaches."
 
 
aus
02:09 / 20.08.02
In his dazed, semi-awake state, it took John several seconds to realize that his head was now resting on the smooth leather of the next passenger seat and that his backpack was gone.
 
 
Panda.
10:37 / 20.08.02
John decided it was time to finally do the deed - and he took out his switchblade...
 
 
Ganesh
12:17 / 20.08.02
Cutting along the main vessels seemed straightforward enough, but should he go for wrists or neck?
 
 
aus
12:51 / 20.08.02
There was not much time to decide as John quickly caught up with the conducter and, in efficiently rapid fury, he equally sliced both wrists and neck vessels of his newest victim.
 
 
Ganesh
12:57 / 20.08.02
Himself - as fixed forever in the mind of his chosen witness, the hapless conductor.
 
 
gridley
13:06 / 20.08.02
"Oh, hell," said the Conductor as blood splashed on his uniform, "the missus won't be happy at all with having to do the washing up on a thursday."
 
 
cusm
14:03 / 20.08.02
Recovering quickly from his shock, the conductor stammered an emergency call into his radio and began to apply emergency first aid as the life blood ran out of the gangley teen's body.
 
 
aus
14:13 / 20.08.02
The last emotion that John experienced was ironic relief that his grotesque life was not flashing before his eyes.
 
 
gridley
15:34 / 20.08.02
John awoke to the sound of a doctor's voice: "The brain damage seems to be limited to the part of John's brain that feels emotions. I'm afraid he may never feel anything ever again."
 
 
aus
15:57 / 20.08.02
This was new information to John, who was not aware that doctors had such knowledge of the functions of various physical structures of the human brain, or that there was even a specific part that was the sole machine of emotion.
 
 
cusm
16:36 / 20.08.02
John opened his eyes, looked about, and with cool precision began to catalog his surroundings.
 
 
aus
17:13 / 20.08.02
The brightly-lit room was predominantly pale blue, but the ceiling was white.
 
 
Ganesh
17:49 / 20.08.02
It smelled disturbingly like a room trying too hard to smell like a hospital.
 
 
aus
17:52 / 20.08.02
However, John was not disturbed as he was incapable of experiencing emotional disturbance.
 
 
Ganesh
18:43 / 20.08.02
Nonetheless, he dispassionately registered the faintly-jarring note of inauthenticity in his surroundings as the 'doctor' flashed him a smile doubtless intended to be reassuring.
 
 
cusm
18:56 / 20.08.02
"You can see him now," The doctor turned to let in the last person John would prefer to see (if he was capible of prefering anything anymore): John's overweight, makeup covered, tear stricken mother.
 
 
aus
19:06 / 20.08.02
He certainly didn't expect to see her, as he could clearly remember her atrocious death as the first of his serial victims.
 
 
Ganesh
19:13 / 20.08.02
With a jolt of recognition, he realised someone was wearing his mother's skin.
 
 
aus
19:24 / 20.08.02
Yet he felt nothing; no emotional reaction whatsoever.
 
 
gridley
19:50 / 20.08.02
"Hello," he said, trying to calculate a response that would seem appropriate, "You wear my mother's skin very well."
 
 
Ganesh
19:55 / 20.08.02
"Oh, Doctor," simpered the rouged grotesque, eyeholes glassily moist and mouth seeming to tear at the corners, "will I ever get my little Johnny back?"
 
 
aus
20:05 / 20.08.02
At last, deep in the core of his being as if in the pit of his stomach, a familiar sensation began to rise - hunger.
 
 
gridley
20:09 / 20.08.02
While there was no longer anything "romantic" or "terrifying" or "noble" about the hunger, the sensation was still strong, like something biting at him from his insides.
 
 
aus
20:13 / 20.08.02
He knew that he did not have the strength to rise from the bed, let alone kill and eat one of the other people in the room.
 
 
Ganesh
20:18 / 20.08.02
"Intravenous serotonin reuptake blocker and a smidgeon of dopamine," leered the 'doctor', gesturing toward a looming dripstand and baring an impossible number of teeth, "all he needs now, Mrs Dudgeon, is a hefty slice of your home-cooked Eccles Cake..."
 
 
gridley
20:27 / 20.08.02
The greasy puff pastry was shoved gingerly into his mouth, back and forth until his teeth finally did their work, beheading the pastry so that it could ejaculate its sugary currants into and under his thrashing tongue.
 
 
Tryphena Absent
21:59 / 20.08.02
He roared, his mother's Eccles Cake was foul, opened his mouth and spat it high in to the air hoping that it wouldn't fall down on to his face from its great height.
 
 
Ganesh
22:03 / 20.08.02
It did.
 
 
aus
22:24 / 20.08.02
"I still think this treatment of nicotine addiction in adolescents is too extreme," observed a warm, deep voice from outside John's range of vision.
 
 
Ganesh
22:36 / 20.08.02
"But he was hurting his lungs..." twittered the sagging mother-skin monstrosity, dabbing wetly at glistening eyeholes with what appeared to be a limp, yellowing surgical glove.
 
 
aus
22:46 / 20.08.02
"That's what I need," John mumbled, "I need a freakin' smoke."
 
 
Ganesh
22:57 / 20.08.02
"Just a liiittle adjustment," smiled Dr Toothy, leaning across the bed to tinker with a pair of plastic spigots on the drip-chamber, "and you, young man, will be right as rain!"
 
 
aus
01:03 / 21.08.02
John quickly reached up and grabbed Dr Toothy's head, yelling "GIMME A FREAKIN' SMOKE!"
 
  

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