The Discordian Group

You drop from the fire escape and find an overhang to duck under to get out of the rain.

You use the camera to take a picture of the back of your head.  Flash!  The light flares and it hurts your eyes.  This only serves to remind you how much your head is hurting.  You do not think you could take a direct flash to the face.

You look at the picture.  The badly framed picture is out of focus, but you can see a large gash has been opened across the back of your skull.  You pray that what you are looking it is not bone.  But it could be.

Using the remnants of your shirt you wrap up your head as best as you can.  Even that hurts, but you can feel the pulsing in your scalp ease some.   It is now just a slow seep.

You put your coat on, but you cannot save the shirt.

The other picture on the camera are of the dead man and the person on the ID.  There are only 4 pictures on the camera.  The ones of the dead man appear to have been taken in the alley without a flash from a short distance away.  As if the man were waiting in the allay, and someone who was approaching him took a picture.

The two of the person on the ID are very disturbing.  They are also taken without a flash.  The first picture shows the man firing a gun in the camera’s direction. The 2nd picture is at an odd angle.  Like, laying on the ground taking the picture up toward the man.  There is something large and black behind the man.  It is hard to make out in the picture.  It appears to be trying to rip off the man’s head.  It has two large red eyes.

You try to read the contents of the Steno pad, but your eyes are unable to focus on the words.  The letters on the page seem to shift in and out, back and forth.  It makes you sick to your stomach. 

You clean the gun and then hide it in the alley.  You stagger out toward the road.  The flash of lighting and the crash of thunder pound above you in what seems a continuous stream blast.  The world begins to swirl, spin and darkness engulfs you.

You come too for a brief moment.  You are in am EMS vehicle.  There are several paramedics tending to you.  Your eyes slowly open and you scream as you see something with red eyes peering in the windows on the back of the ambulance.  The EMT’s hold you down as you thrash, screaming.

When you wake again, you are on a gurney in the emergency room.  You are strapped down.  There is a doctor stitching the gash on your head. 

When you wake again, you are still strapped to the gurney.  Your head is bandaged and the pain has subsided somewhat.

You hear two men talking.  You lay quietly and listen to them.  One is a doctor, the other you assume is a police officer. 

“When will I be able to move him to a more secure area?” 

“The sedatives I gave him should keep him out for at least 2 more hours.  When he wakes we need to check the stitches and his mental condition.  He has a sever concussion.  It’s almost like something was trying to remove his brain.”

“Several hours?”

“Yes, several hours.  We can’t move him until then.  Even then, it might be dangerous to move him.”

“If you insist.  Keep him strapped down.  I’ll check back in a little while.  I don’t like it, not one bit.”

The two men move away and you can no longer hear them.

The ball is in your court.  They have taken the camera, wallet and steno pad.