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Session 6 End.
Session 7 Begin.

“Watch out!”

A round object collides with a glass window, shattering it. An abrupt discontinuation of his dream state occurs. Waking with a pacing heart, he shoots glances around the room, searching for the origin of the sound. Upon seeing the broken glass window, a fit of red fills his eyes, causing him to shoot up off his bed, and run to the window. In haste, a lapse of judgment occurs, causing him to stomp on top of the glass fragment, and in pain, toppling him over.

“Fuck!”

Blood begins to ooze from the fresh wounds on his feet, while he goes to grasp it in pain. Hearing the loud noise within, the children outside panic, and rush home before they are caught, or even identified. Frustrated, he attempts to get up, trying to get his revenge against the brats that caused him this pain. Glaring out the window, he sees that it was too late. He clicks his tongue.

---

“That’s hilarious”

His co-worker tells him. Glaring fiercely back at him, he sneers.

“You got to be joking?! I had to go to the hospital and get some stitches! Fuck that cost me a fortune, not to mention how long I spent in that waiting room…”

He sighs.

“I even had to come to work since those dumb-ass bosses wouldn’t let me take a leave of absence.”

He leans back at his chair.

“Well they do got a point. You don’t really need your feet to do your job.”

His co-worker rebukes him.

“The perks of a desk job, eh?”

“Whatever, I don’t give a crap. Just wait till I get a hold of those kids! I’ll make their parents pay!”

His co-worker chuckles.

“Good luck with that.”

---

Alone in his cubicle, he typed all day. A subtle pain could be felt, as he tried to drown it away with the weak pain killers prescribed to him. Thanks to the mild distraction, he had to stay overtime, past normal working hours, he was all alone in the office. A power surge occurs, flickering the lights, and causing all systems to reboot.

“FUCK!”

He slams his fist against his desk as he stares at the black rebooting process occurring on his monitor.

“You have to be kidding me”

He could feel a tinge of tears forming in his eyes. His head falls to his desk, as he awaits the boot process.

“I got to do that all over? I’m never going home...”

He contemplated on his life. He was having such a bad day. Has there been any day worse than this in his life?

“...”

He hears something from a distance. Raising his head from his desk he looks around, puzzled. From a distance, there was a humming. He was unsure what tune it was, but it had a nostalgic feel. A silhouette of a character could be seen in an unlit portion of the room, as it hops it way down an isle of cubicles. This character didn’t seem that interested in his surrounded, and care-freely skipped along while humming his tune. This irritated him.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

He exclaimed. Startled, the character sharply turns his head, seizing his skipping and tune, and looks towards him. A moment of silence.

“Well!?”

He questions. The character merely remains silently motionless. Pissing him off, he pushes himself off his chair, forgetting the injures he had previously inflicted on himself.

“Argh...”

He stumbles, grabbing a hold of the movable wall to prevent his fall. Managing his pain, he grabs his crutches, and stands supported. This intrigued the character, causing him to finally respond.

“A name if I may?”

The character questioned him. He felt slightly irritated, but he complied with a response.

“Charlie… Now what in God’s green earth are you doing?”

Taking a moment to ponder the name, the character nods, mumbling to himself “I see, I see.” while he inches himself forward, revealing his face. An old man, white hair, holding a cane is revealed. Fed up, Charlie, gives up, and stumbles his way towards the water fountain, allowing enough time for the servers to fully boot up.

“Why Charlie is it? May I inquire why you still remain at the office at this hour?”

Feeling a sharp pain from those words, he glares back at the old man.

“I have work to finish up.”

He sighs out an answer, removing his hostility towards the old man. The old man, astonished, replies.

“Are you slow? Did your mind completely forget that the system is set to reboot at this time, to refresh the system, to prevent any errors from occurring later on in the work day?”

Taken aback, Charlie rashly replies,

“Wha… If I knew that, I would’ve saved!”

Chuckling the old man shakes his head while mumbling, “An idiot… I see… I see...”. These remarks didn’t go unheard. Ticked off, he makes his way up to the old man. The old man merely stares at Charlie makes his approach.

“Why you old bastard.”

He says as he drops his crutches, enduring the pain from his soles, and grasp the collar of the old man’s shirt. The old man remains unfazed. He gazes at Charles, while holding tightly to his cane, and smirks. Irritated, Charlie raises his fist, and prepares to smash it against the old man.

“Ouch!”

Charlie exclaims in pain as the old man slams the bottom of his cane against Charlie’s feet, causing him to drop the old man and stumble back in pain. Before Charlie could even react, the old man pushes his cane against Charlie’s chest, causing him to fall.

“Heheheh...”

The old man chuckles.

“Why aren’t you a rude fellow.”

He murmurs as he opens apart his cane, revealing a blade.

“You see, there is a saying.”

The old man says as he approaches the fallen Charlie.

“An eye for an eye...”

His blade is fully unsheathed as he drops the sheath.

“A tooth for a tooth.”

The old man brings the blade to Charlie’s neck. His heart paces as he feels the cold metal against his neck. A slither of blood grabs a hold of the blade, tracing its way down to the tip.

“But you see, I don’t believe in such random nonsense.”

The old man sighs as he inches the blade away from Charlie’s neck. Relieved, Charlie’s tense body relaxes. However, that was a mistake. In an instant, a flash sparks.

“Ahhh!”

Charlie cries in pain. Looking towards his right hand, he seeings something amiss. Blood seethes out from where his hand previously was. His mind is chaotic.

“No, no, no… I believe in a simpler truth.”

The old man blabbers on, simply being ignored by Charlie as he focuses on the pain of his right hand.

“Misery loves company!”

The old man shouts, releasing the weight of his legs, and falling down against Charlie’s chest.

“Ughh”

He grunts, gasping for air, while the old man sits provokingly on his chest.

“How’s the pain in your foot?”

The old man asks a rhetoric, not giving Charlie enough time to respond.

“Well you see, when I cut off your hand, the pain you felt on your feet dissipated.”

The old man cleaved his blade in between the joints of Charlie’s left shoulder, bathing his face in the splatter. Liking the blood off his lips, the old man continues while Charlie moans in pain, twisting and turning, trying to escape from underneath the old man.

“Like you, I’m also in pain.”

The old man utters, pressing the hands, along with the blade’s handle, against both Charlie’s shoulder, and lunges in for a kiss. Holding his lips against Charlie’s a chuckle begins to emerge as a gap between the two form. Clenched in between the old man’s teeth, Charlie’s tongue is held. Sharply twisting his neck, he rips Charlie’s tongue out from within his mouth, causing blood to erupt out.

“And in order to soothe my pain...”

The old man says as he jabs his left hand to cover the blood from escaping Charlie’s mouth.

“I shall devour your soul.”

The old man laughs hysterically, plunging the blade straight into Charlie’s chest, through his heart. Inching his face close to Charlie’s ear, he whispers, trying to hold back his joy and laughter.

“It was delicious...”

A beep resounds in the back, as the servers once again boots up.


Session 7 End.
Session 8 Begin.

“Watch out!”

A round object collides with a glass window, shattering it.

~Fin