I wake up in a room with people surrounding me. This wasn't the first time that this happened, though this time the people were foggy, and in weird shapes and sizes. I thought it was because of the injuries I had, but when my vision caught up with the real world, the people were actually weird. There was a really small guy, with a Revolver, an Alien of some kind with a crossbow, two hairy guys with Machine pistols, and a silhouette of a tall guy, with a hat.

All of what was happening was getting to me, so I tried getting up, but I was strapped down by leather, and I was too injured anyways. While I wasn't paying attention, the tall person walked out of the shadows, and he looked as menacing as a grade 5 murderer (murder grades are measured by the victims they killed, divided by 1,000,000, in his case, 200 000 people). He had gloves, with violently designed needles on the fingers, sharp razors on the edges on the hat, dressed in a mahogany-colored tuxedo, and gelled down hair that looked like a bucket of tar was poured onto it.

"Stop moving. I assure you, you will not get out of this place. However, if you do, I will make sure you don't see the light again."

The man flexed his needle-ended gloves. I nodded and the Alien unstrapped the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. "Don't try anything stupid, the man doesn't lie."

The Alien lifted a flap of skin which revealed an entire missing muscle, that was clearly torn off. The Alien let go of the flap of skin, and let it hang continuously, as a warning to those who come. The Alien helped me up from the table I was strapped to, and pulled a big piece of cloth over it, to protect it from dust, I guess.

The alien apparently named Norel, escorted me to a dark cell, and as I walked in, he closed it behind me.

"I'm truly sorry you had to be brought into this, the man doesn't lie, and he's killed the performers here before, and because of your reaction before, he won't take you nicely."

Norel started to walk away, but I wanted to talk to him more, to keep myself company. I reached over to grab his arm, but he was out of reach. I tried to yell to him, but my throat was too dry for yelling, so I decided to whisper to him, he would be able to hear me after all.

"Norel. Hey Norel!"

Norel looked at me stunned, thinking I'd leave it, but I didn't. He trotted over to the rotting cell I was in, held his crossbow tight, and crouched down, as he was two times taller than I was.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to talk to you a little longer, I can get lonely."

Norel stepped back, breathed in, then came around back to facing me.

"Why should I trust you?" Norel crossed his arms. "Especially when I found you, decaying in acid fog in the snow, and you dragged yourself across it, letting your arms droop like rotten noodles."

"Well, really I kinda agree with you, but I came from the surface."

Just then, Norel's jaw dropped,and he began to aim his crossbow at my chest.