Kenny sighed, she trusted this “doctor” thus he supposed he could give him a chance. This was going to be a mistake, he could feel it in his core but again, if Alyssa trusted him Kenny could spare one chance. The straps of the chair next to Alyssa were undone, the chair looked uncomfortable but he would bare with it for her as he sat down. He situated himself at first, the doctor approached to strap him down, though just as the first wrist strap was pulled down things seemed to take a turn for the worst. It seemed like she had frozen in place, it was too late for him to do anything as the second strap was put in place.
There was only a tiny prick of pain when Kenny was injected with the needle. He would do it for her, that was the only thought in his head. If it killed him, then at the very least he could have her be the last thing he sees before he dies. Just as Kenny’s injection was over Alyssa began screaming, he immediately looked over at her, she was screaming frantically. There was so little that he could do, he fought the restraints and did his best to fight out of them not even noticing as the world around him went black. “Alyssa wake up!” he bellowed at the girl in an attempt to get her to snap out of it, “I’m here for you…” he trailed off. If anything this was his biggest fear, she was calling out to him and he was powerless to help her, he couldn’t ease the suffering instead he had to watch.
Everything went black, he couldn’t see much of anything, “Son, is that your girlfriend?” a man’s voice rang in his ears, Kenny’s eyes followed the voice to the lone light in the room and there stood his father, “Well? She’s a pretty young thing if she is shame I’m taking you home.”
Kenny furrowed his eyes as his father, “What are you going on about? I’m not going anywhere, how the hell did you even get here?”
“Now, now my boy, the mines need yo no arguments.” His father’s voice was distorted severely as he stepped out of the shadows, whatever this thing was it wasn’t his father, but a monster. It looked akin to his father, though his skin was green, he had a head of balding black greasy hair and rows of sharp yellow teeth protruding from his mouth. In one hand he held a pickaxe. The beast dragged the axe up and over its head as it walked forward, “Maybe this little whore is what’s keeping you away from us.”
“Stop!” Kenny struggled and fought the restraints sunk into his skin forcing him to watch in place. Just as the pickaxe swung down. Everything went black again, “My Alyssa…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes cracked open, but he mumbled the same words “My Alyssa…”
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