THE DRILL
Ben woke up lying on a cold, sharp rock. It was jagged and had cut up Ben's back into shreds, with Ben's shirt bleached red with the amount of blood that had escaped his veins. Ben got up, cutting his shoeless feet on the rocks and releasing yet more blood. Ben looked around, trying to see where he was, but all around him was nothing but rocks. In the distance was the sound of drilling and the sky above was as grey as the stones below. With no other leads, Ben decided to follow the drilling noise and see what was making it.
Ben started walking, but the ground was nothing but sharp pieces of rocks, most turned red as Ben's already bleeding feet cut themselves deeper into the grey boulders of pain. Ben fell over and impaled his back into some more rocks, making him scream out in horrifying pain as the rocks carved themselves into his back and closer to his spine.
Ben was now dragging himself along the rocks, his feet unusable and his back now nothing more than a red hole which the shreds of his shirt kept sticking too. Everywhere on Ben was cut and bleeding ad the only reason why Ben was moving at all was because of his sheer determination to get to the sanctuary which was wherever the drilling sound was coming from.
Finally a beaten up Ben found the source of the drilling. A large drill was cutting down into the rocks below, making its way through the rocks to the ground beneath. Sitting on a deck chair, a man in a business suit and black glasses drank a tropical drink through a straw as he watched the drill. Ben dragged himself towards the man and, after a few minuets, the man finally saw Ben and got up, his feet encased within shoes which meant he didn't get craved like Ben had.
“There you are,” smiled the man as he finished his drink and threw the empty glass into the drill, where it was destroyed and turned into a fine powder. “I've been waiting for you.”
“Who are you?” croaked Ben even though his voice-box had been destroyed by the horrible rocks.
“I'm a representative from a number of banks. Basically, everyone hates you and wants you dead. The leaders of the world came together in a meeting to complain about what a bloody ass-hole you are and to decide how to kill you. In the end, everyone got bored and decided to go to the White House for a party, leaving me to kill you. So I got some friends to meet you, beat you up, take off your shoes and dump you here. I then set up this drill that you'd obviously hear and go to.”
“What do you need the drill for?”
“This.”
The man happily grabbed Ben and threw him into the drill, where he was quickly liquidized and killed messily within seconds. Ben's blood sprayed everywhere, covering the man who excepted the blood with a childish glee.
The man turned off the drill and walked away, heading towards the White House to join the party. His job was done and the world was a better place for it.
1 comment:
I WISH I was as good as you at this!
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