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Nicks POV 😏

"You there! Nike!" A heavy, dark, thick German voice calls out.

I groan and roll my eyes, turning my back on the voice. "That's NI-CK to you!" I sass, where can a guy get there beauty sleep? Stupid Liam and his friends.

Someone kicks my back, hard making me scrunch up.

"Mate, what the fuck?" I spit, rolling over to see that it seems to be an officer.....with a swastika on his right bicep. My eyes pop open, and I'm suddenly aware of the chamber I'm in. It reeks of sweat, dirt, and mold. Mildew is growing on the walls and there's old potato sacks/barrels decomposing. This place needs a makeover.

"Get up! Follow me." The German voice commands, dragging me to my feet. He places a blindfold over me so I won't know where anything is.

He leads me through twists and turns, stairways and hallways, corridors and gardens, then were where we need to be. The medical unit. Yea, I'm screwed.

"You shall now preform open heart surgery on this man! You have 3 hours, if you don't get it done in time, you're going to be killed. Now go!" He shouts, sitting down across the operating table, with a man on it. I can't do this! Not in front of him...stall.

"I can't do this when you're watching me." I complain, swinging my arms.

"I don't want to repeat myself! Go!" He orders, glaring at me.

"Not when you're here I'm not." I sass, I don't know who crapped in his oatmeal today.

He stands up and rushes to me, taking my by the collar. He's about to speak but I cut him off.

"Ya know it's not very professional to have affairs with the enemy, sleeping with the enemy....what would you do if your headmaster finds out about this? Hmm?" I blackmail him, it's what I do best.

His thick eye brows burrow and he shoves me back. "I'm coming back in 3 hours, be done!" And with one last slam of the heavy door, he's gone.

I sigh, now I'm screwed but I have three hours of free time. I mindlessly prance around, dancing. I could be a dance teacher!

"Help!" The man on the table gasps out, his blue eyes sinking into me.

"Well, I don't know what I'm doing so....I'm just gonna bullcrap my way through this...like I have with my entire life."

I walk over and let my fingers glide across all the tools. Which one???? I see a knife thing, maybe I can like slice open his skin?

I don't see any anesthetics for him, So rip.

I take the knife "This is gonna hurt...a lot, and it's gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt me..sorry" I crack a smile and his facial expression turns mortified.

I take the knife and slash it into his chest, blood oozing out at a quick rate. I put the knife down and slip my hands into the two thick flaps of skin, I need something to hold this open. I don't know how to use any of the professional tools so I grab some paper clips and sticks, wedging and meshing together to make the skin stay.

The man on the table is crying, and I kinda feel bad...oh well. I then grab the knife and slowly tear his muscle, more blood making it's way on my hands, clothes and the patient. The muscle is really hard to slice, so I take what looks like scissors, and chomp away at the flesh like hungry alligators.

The man is now bawling and screaming in agony. Blood is everywhere, and he's shaking. I'm almost half way done, I can almost see the heart. But the stupid lungs and ribs are in the way, what use are those!? I take the knife and saw off the rib, oh well. And gently move the contracting lung so I can reach the heart. I glance around the room and see the heart bucket next to me, but a stapler and glue...I might need those...heh.

I cut open the veins and tape them shut for a couple of seconds while I dart across the room to get the heart. I grab the heart and stapler and glue, then rush over. I'm about half way there then I slip on blood and the heart flies out...onto the cold hard ground.

Well fuck me! I sprint over and capture the heart, once I get back to the operating table, the man is half dead.

I take out the tape out and plunge the heart inside his chest, reconnecting the veins by my rusty trusty stapler. I move the lung back to place and glue the bones back together.

Now that's a job well done.

I then remove all the paper clips and fold the skin back to its original place, and since I don't know how to sew, I staple everything together.

The mans dead....I killed him.

I slap his face and theres no response. Shit.

"Wake up!" I scream, nails digging into the side of his face. Oh no oh no, I'm dead.

I look around the room....hide the evidence!

I soak up all the blood in old papers or random cloth object, and clean my tools. I put a blanket over the man to make it seem like he was sleeping.

I then subconsciously mess around an wait till three hours are over.
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"You there!! Nike!" The same man with the same greeting. I roll my eyes, do they ever learn?

"He's sleeping, it was really intense." I lie to cover up my murder. The officer eyes the man suspiciously, walking over to him.

"You mustn't touch him!" I shout at the officer, startling him and making him retract his hand. "He's In a coma, which I doubt you even know what that means, it's clear as day! Can't you see? If you're in a coma, you're sleeping....for a long time. He's gonna be out for a while, I'll take care of him. Now go, they can hear and feel when they're In a coma but can't move." Wow I'm getting really good at this lying thing!

The officer glares at me, taking my word, and blindfolds me again.
I'm lead all the way back to my cellar, but it's not so bad...at least there's not a decomposing corpse In here. The officer undoes my blindfold, and starts to walk away.

"Thanks babe!" I call out and blow a kiss. He whips his head back at me at the speed of light, with the most disgusted look on his face and I crack up. He shakes his head and stomps out.

Today was eventful.

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Guess who's making longer chapters?? Me! :D Love you guys to pieces.

This is probably the most cringe worthy thing I've ever read-2017 Sara