Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 4, 2009 2:04:09 GMT -5
So...where do I start...
Last night at around 2 am, my best friend Gerald calls me up and starts yelling incomprehensively at me in a mad panic. I try to get him to calm down and tell me what was the matter but he just won't stop screaming. After a good 45 seconds of mad screaming the chaotic bedlam of wails changes and takes on more of a sobbing, pitiful tone. Even so, I can't get him to make any coherent words so I just tell him that I'll head over to his place and to calm down.
It's about a 15 minute drive to his house. Normally, getting a call like this at 2 would piss me off but...I have to admit I was more worried than anything else. Gerald was usually a calm, controlled person and I had never heard him in such a panic.
When I arrived I quickly parked the car and ran up to the door. The lights were still on in the windows but I couldn't see him anywhere. As I walked up to the door I rang the bell and called out to see if he was all right. A few seconds pass without a response. I call out again. Nothing. I put my ear to the door. Faintly, the sound of Gerald?s sobbing reaches my ears. After a few moments of indecision, I finally decide to go around side the house and get his hidden house key. I return, unlock the door, and enter.
The first thing that hits me is the smell, an overwhelming stench of fecal matter and some other substance I couldn't identify. I look down and have to choke back a gag as my eyes take in what has to be the biggest pile of shit I have ever seen, liquid and mixed with blood. Sticking out of the top is a large corn-on-the-cob inside a magnum condom. The condom is smeared with blood and shit. A trail of blood leads off, out of the living room, and up the carpeted stairs.
Fear replacing disgust at the sight of the blood, I rush upstairs, the sound of Gerald's now pathetic whimpering greeting me. The blood trail ends at his bathroom door. I open the door and see an image I'm afraid I will never be able to un-see.
Gerald is lying on the floor, completely naked, in a puddle of his own blood. The phone, smeared with a little fecal matter, lay several yards away from him. His right hand was scratching at the floor. It was completely soaked with blood. His legs were in ankle shackles and short chains led from them to his nipples, forcing his knees up into his chest. He wore a leather mask with eye holes. A ball gag was in his mouth.
At first I didn't know what to do. I tried undoing the ball gag so he could talk but I couldn't figure out how to get the damn thing off. It was buckled into the mask somehow and I couldn't find any sort of button or release for the metal contraption. After messing with it for a few moments I gave up. I whipped out my cell phone and dialed 911. It was the only thing left to do.
After what seemed like forever, the police and the ambulance finally arrived and took both me and Gerald to the hospital. While the paramedics took him to the ER, the police asked me a whole bunch of pointed questions. I told them everything I knew and that I really needed to be getting home. Apparently, I must have looked a bit too eager to leave because the bastards told me I couldn?t leave until they got their story from Gerald. That pissed me off. I was TRYING to be a good friend and help him out, and in return I?m going to have to go in for a full workday on 3 hours of sleep.
Whatever operation they were doing on him took almost 4 hours to complete. At this point, I was exhausted, infuriated. The sun was up, I had work in 2 hours, and I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. All I could think about was that Gerald better have a good fucking explanation for this.
A few moments later, I heard some sort of gathering coming from one of the locked doors in the lobby. I went and asked the nurse and she said they were having an early morning party for one of the night shift doctor?s birthdays. I told her my story and asked if I could go in and perhaps get some coffee or something. She hesitated for a bit, and then waved me on through.
The doctors and nurses were quite lively for it being so early. There was a ton of them, and a big buffet laid out with cookies and food and other wonderful goodies. It all looked really good. I was really thirsty so I decided to go to get some coffee, but there was a huge fucking line there. As if this day couldn?t get any worse. So I said screw it and went to get some water. And of course there was a huge fucking line there too. A line for water? Honestly? Pissed off to the point of bursting I looked around to see if there was anything to drink with out a line. To my relief, there turned out to be one beverage that didn?t have a huge line in front of it.
There was no punch line.
Last night at around 2 am, my best friend Gerald calls me up and starts yelling incomprehensively at me in a mad panic. I try to get him to calm down and tell me what was the matter but he just won't stop screaming. After a good 45 seconds of mad screaming the chaotic bedlam of wails changes and takes on more of a sobbing, pitiful tone. Even so, I can't get him to make any coherent words so I just tell him that I'll head over to his place and to calm down.
It's about a 15 minute drive to his house. Normally, getting a call like this at 2 would piss me off but...I have to admit I was more worried than anything else. Gerald was usually a calm, controlled person and I had never heard him in such a panic.
When I arrived I quickly parked the car and ran up to the door. The lights were still on in the windows but I couldn't see him anywhere. As I walked up to the door I rang the bell and called out to see if he was all right. A few seconds pass without a response. I call out again. Nothing. I put my ear to the door. Faintly, the sound of Gerald?s sobbing reaches my ears. After a few moments of indecision, I finally decide to go around side the house and get his hidden house key. I return, unlock the door, and enter.
The first thing that hits me is the smell, an overwhelming stench of fecal matter and some other substance I couldn't identify. I look down and have to choke back a gag as my eyes take in what has to be the biggest pile of shit I have ever seen, liquid and mixed with blood. Sticking out of the top is a large corn-on-the-cob inside a magnum condom. The condom is smeared with blood and shit. A trail of blood leads off, out of the living room, and up the carpeted stairs.
Fear replacing disgust at the sight of the blood, I rush upstairs, the sound of Gerald's now pathetic whimpering greeting me. The blood trail ends at his bathroom door. I open the door and see an image I'm afraid I will never be able to un-see.
Gerald is lying on the floor, completely naked, in a puddle of his own blood. The phone, smeared with a little fecal matter, lay several yards away from him. His right hand was scratching at the floor. It was completely soaked with blood. His legs were in ankle shackles and short chains led from them to his nipples, forcing his knees up into his chest. He wore a leather mask with eye holes. A ball gag was in his mouth.
At first I didn't know what to do. I tried undoing the ball gag so he could talk but I couldn't figure out how to get the damn thing off. It was buckled into the mask somehow and I couldn't find any sort of button or release for the metal contraption. After messing with it for a few moments I gave up. I whipped out my cell phone and dialed 911. It was the only thing left to do.
After what seemed like forever, the police and the ambulance finally arrived and took both me and Gerald to the hospital. While the paramedics took him to the ER, the police asked me a whole bunch of pointed questions. I told them everything I knew and that I really needed to be getting home. Apparently, I must have looked a bit too eager to leave because the bastards told me I couldn?t leave until they got their story from Gerald. That pissed me off. I was TRYING to be a good friend and help him out, and in return I?m going to have to go in for a full workday on 3 hours of sleep.
Whatever operation they were doing on him took almost 4 hours to complete. At this point, I was exhausted, infuriated. The sun was up, I had work in 2 hours, and I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. All I could think about was that Gerald better have a good fucking explanation for this.
A few moments later, I heard some sort of gathering coming from one of the locked doors in the lobby. I went and asked the nurse and she said they were having an early morning party for one of the night shift doctor?s birthdays. I told her my story and asked if I could go in and perhaps get some coffee or something. She hesitated for a bit, and then waved me on through.
The doctors and nurses were quite lively for it being so early. There was a ton of them, and a big buffet laid out with cookies and food and other wonderful goodies. It all looked really good. I was really thirsty so I decided to go to get some coffee, but there was a huge fucking line there. As if this day couldn?t get any worse. So I said screw it and went to get some water. And of course there was a huge fucking line there too. A line for water? Honestly? Pissed off to the point of bursting I looked around to see if there was anything to drink with out a line. To my relief, there turned out to be one beverage that didn?t have a huge line in front of it.
There was no punch line.
