Thrystan

Am zis sa imi incerc mana cu niste proza in limba lui Frankie Lampard, ca doar scriu zeci de articole pe zi in lb engleza, nu?

Sean was having a Bud Light on the hospital’s roof, while checking out the nurses’ locker room where Maggie and Janet were gearing up for the every night fun. The two were changing into something more appropriate for the brutal event about to start, but Sean took his time, watching the pair, as he scratched his crotch and moved the erection to the left side.

These three were the only medical staff left in the hospital and they had the habit of going wild with the patients in the building, once all the big docs left. Janitors and guardians would also get involved, in case they weren’t asleep. This time it was time for some Fight Club action, but in a slightly deformed way.

Waltzing around patients lacking limbs, Sean found Mike, a construction worker who had both of his legs severed by a falling tree. Slowly, the male nurse carried the half man, half stub outside of his room, to the basement. Meanwhile, Maggie and Janet were giggling, having finished a bottle of Ballantine’s and heading towards the women’s rooms, to get something exotic from there as well.

Meet Natalie: she’s got one left arm, one stub for a right arm, and two shattered legs. Perfect! She was carried by the two drunk nurses to be basement as well, completely stripped down and thrown to the floor, where she met the warm and trembling body of the other chopped up guy (Mike). The two starred at each other as they lifted the upper half of their bodies to see what was going on.

Dollar bills flew in the air and Sean knocked Natalie and Mike’s heads together. “Fight or die!!” he yelled with a cigar between his lips and wielding a chainsaw that was just starting to unleash its terrible noise. “I’ll sever the rest of your limbs and cut yer throats if you don’t fight for your filthy lives” he cried once more.

Natalie threw the first punch, that landed straight at the middle of Mike’s face, breaking his nose. The one-limbed woman packed quite a wallop for a handicapped. Mike instantly became angry, feeling the gushing blood entering his mouth and grabbed Natalie by the throat, in an attempt to choke her. Her elbow struck the man’s stomach, who unleashed his victim, falling on the back. While Mike didn’t seem to be able to pick himself up, Natalie tried crawling away and out of this miserable situation.

Sean was there to star the party again… so he picked up Mike’s body, while Maggie and Janet did the same with Natalie’s. The two victims were thrown against each other with full force, their ribs hitting each other and their faces almost meeting during the impact, as if they were in a sick romance. Sean had a sadistic grin on his face as he looked at the blood dripping from both the victims’ bodies…

He started the MP3 player in his pocket, inserted the ear buds in his filthy ears and played Omen by Prodigy. The male nurse picked up Mike and sat him on a nearby chair. He strapped his arms tight to his own, wrapping a large belt around Mike’s belly and tying it behind his back. Meanwhile, Janet tied Natalie to her body and both she and Sean stood erect and facing each other.

This two-faced chimera plus one allowed Sean to move his arms making Mike move his own at the same time, since he was tied to the male nurse. Natalie could only use her one arm, tied to Janet’s left upper member. As the middle of the song Omen was approaching, Sean threw a punch (using Mike’s right fist) towards Natalie, landing his blow straight at the entrance of her vagina.

Natalie screamed and replied (via Janet) with a solid punch at Mike’s throat, choking him. Blood was already dripping form the construction worker’s nose, but now his face looked like strawberry pie, all red and mashed up. Sean said “hell, let’s fkin end this, before anyone wakes up”. “We’ll do them in 3,2, 1 right Janet?”

She nodded and started the countdown

“The writing’s on the wall. it won’t go away. It’s an Omen, men, men …” the Britts sang in the earbuds as Sean and Janet jumped to the floor crushing the patients tied to their belies… and jumped again… and again and again… repeat… and do it again… Ribs cracked, while Natalie’s skull was open and Mike was losing a pool of blood from his head.

One hour later the basement was clean and Sean incinerated the bodies at the crematory near the hospital. As the fire was starting to roast the pair, he lit up his cigar with the very first flame. “Success!” he was heard saying as he watched the patients go burger king and head towards God.

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