The Doctor's Drug
The rain poured down,
soaking everything under the thick, cloudy skies as he burst out of the
abandoned, three-story asylum at the edge of the city. He ran frantically in
the street, clutching and scratching at his face in a poor attempt to pry the
mask from him. Every time he pulled and ripped at the mask, he couldn't get it
off.
"Gahhh!!" Why can't I get this fucking thing off!?
He stopped briefly to catch
his breath. The rain continued to pour on him and the rest of the city; his
shoes, ripped jeans, and black hoodie were soaked.
Am I becoming one of them? Those...unhumans? He quickly moved his head from one side of the street to
the other; not a soul to be found.
Not only did the rain hinder
his vision, but the masks dingy lenses also blocked his peripherals. The scent
of the storm and whatever hallucinogenic substance was left in the mask's beak
were all that he could smell. Furiously, he reached behind his head and grabbed
at the strap holding the mask in place, hoping to find some binding or lose
area to take it all off.
Then he moved his hands to
the sides of his head.
He only felt a slimy
substance where the back of the mask would be, past his ears. The mask and his
scalp immediately began to fuse together.
"Ahhh! No! I'm not one of
them!"
Pain seared through his head
while mask and flesh continued to become one.
After what felt like an
eternity of torture, the pain stopped coming.
Why did I go there? I just wanted to try some of that
Crystal Root. I didn't ask for this...this curse!
Going at a half-walk,
half-run, he ran down the street, swaying slightly as he went. He collapsed
into the nearest alleyway in a wet heap, hitting his head on a dumpster. The
last thing he saw before blacking out was a silhouette of a bird-like creature
approaching from the depths of the alley.
He stirred and opened his
eyes, vision still hindered by the mask's lenses. Getting up from the couch he
was laying on, he panicked at the sudden change of his surroundings and his
lack of cloths, save for his underwear. Across from him was a small table and
two chairs, both of which had his cloths hanging over them, next to a
countertop, kitchen sink, a small, electric stove, and a microwave. A small bed
was in the corner next to the couch, his host laying on top of it. Near the
door to the apartment was a small closet, the bathroom right across.
Ugh...my head. He
glanced at the bird creature. I hope
that...thing didn't try to bang me while I was out. Fuck.
He got up from the couch to
get his cloths when his host woke.
"Oh, you just got up? How're
you -"
He pinned the bird-woman's
shoulders. "Did you take advantage of me just now!? Did you? Huh?"
"No! I didn't! I only wanted
to help!" she pleaded. "I-I just happen to see you hit your h-head and -"
He freed a hand and grasped
her thick, hooked beak. "I can't trust you-you...unhuman's anymore!" He then took
both hands and grasped the top and bottom of her beak. Fueled by a sudden burst
of furious strength, he managed to pry open the falcon's beak, despite her
fight against him. The joints on her beak gave a loud crack that resonated throughout the studio apartment. Blood
poured down her cheeks and onto the bed as she drew her last breaths.
He breathed heavily,
unintentionally inhaling the substance in the mask's beak. Still straddling
her, he leaned in close to her ear hole and whispered, "You know, if you
weren't this disgusting, feathered...thing,
I'd probably have a little fun with ya." He leaned back up and got off of her.
"I should get going. I need to find some more...patients that need healing."
After putting his slightly
damp cloths on, he walked out the door. As he headed out of the apartment
building, he pulled his hood up and took a deep breath of the substance in the
mask-beak.
I need to pay a visit to those dirty dogs. They've got
another thing coming for what they did to me.