05-09-2014, 08:14 PM
“Common graffiti. Yes, that's a good way to describe it,” the doctor agrees.
“Which side of the fence?” The doctor shakes his head. “Does it really matter? You're too far off the reservation to be worrying about fences. Wouldn't you agree?” The tsk-tsk-tsking sound comes off his tongue probably isn't much of a surprise.
“Vulgar things must exist. They have their place and their time,” and again the doctor agrees, this time his eyebrows raised and he nods for good measure. “I'm sorry to say there's no place for you here and your time has run up,” and Kragen will feel a pressure against his stomach a moment later.
No, that's wrong, Kragen will begin to feel it. As the anesthesia continues to fade he will realize it was there all along behind that dull pain.
“Don't get me wrong,” he repeats it. “You've made my job here so much easier, Mr. Kingsmith. You've made yourself seem so very predictable. Blow up this, blow up that, the dots so very hard to connect, but it helps them all make sense of this next part,” he continues.
“Why would you let yourself be taken in?” The question seems rhetorical as the man's eyes, detached and purposeful, look down from Kragen at what they've been doing.
The doctor's hands have as of yet not been visible. Should Kragen raise his head- yes, it hurts, but it's possible- to look down he will see that they are buried within the cavity of his stomach.
“Which side of the fence?” The doctor shakes his head. “Does it really matter? You're too far off the reservation to be worrying about fences. Wouldn't you agree?” The tsk-tsk-tsking sound comes off his tongue probably isn't much of a surprise.
“Vulgar things must exist. They have their place and their time,” and again the doctor agrees, this time his eyebrows raised and he nods for good measure. “I'm sorry to say there's no place for you here and your time has run up,” and Kragen will feel a pressure against his stomach a moment later.
No, that's wrong, Kragen will begin to feel it. As the anesthesia continues to fade he will realize it was there all along behind that dull pain.
“Don't get me wrong,” he repeats it. “You've made my job here so much easier, Mr. Kingsmith. You've made yourself seem so very predictable. Blow up this, blow up that, the dots so very hard to connect, but it helps them all make sense of this next part,” he continues.
“Why would you let yourself be taken in?” The question seems rhetorical as the man's eyes, detached and purposeful, look down from Kragen at what they've been doing.
The doctor's hands have as of yet not been visible. Should Kragen raise his head- yes, it hurts, but it's possible- to look down he will see that they are buried within the cavity of his stomach.