What…?

What the hell?

I find myself laying on the floor, in pain. A lot of pain. I feel something… warm pooling up beneath me. As I lift my face, I can feel something sticking to it. My hair is matted down, from either sweat or blood. I'm not entirely sure. I am, however, certain that I am still hurting. I let out some spit, but it doesn't taste quiet right.

I roll over to my back. My eyes finally open, but my eyelids feel so heavy. I just want to rest… just for a few seconds. I can't see much, only a basic outline of the room.

Yep. I am definitely covered in blood. I can also feel a sharp pain in my side. My hand moves to cover it, but I wince at the sudden increase in pain. Well, at the very least, now I know that some of the blood that's covering me is in fact mine. The wound's been bandaged, but the wrappings is rather damp. The bleeding has stopped, thankfully.

Where am I, anyway?

I attempt, key word there being "attempt," to get to my feet, but I immediately crash to the floor. I'm fairly certain a couple of my bones are—ngh—broken. I try to make a fist with both hands. Okay, right hand's good. A little sore, but I'll manage. Left han—Argh!

Nope. That's useless. Beautiful.

First order of business, figure out where I am. Using my good arm, I crawl over to the nearest desk. Once there, I grab onto the edge, hoping to use it as leverage so I can actually stand up. My hand slips on some blood, so I fall back to the ground.

But I will not be—ouch—deterred. I grip the edge again, this time succeeded in leaning against it. I have to find something, anything that will give me a clue as to where exactly I am. Most of the papers are covered in blood, no surprises, but I do find one that's at least partially free of the dampness.

My eyes skim over it, but it gives me no clues. I crumple it up into a ball before throwing it.

Well, that was a waste of time. Alright time to m-move one to someplace… my side really hurts. I take a few timid steps forward, afraid that I'll just face plant onto the ground. Turns out, I do exactly that. I can make out a table nearby. I reach out to take hold of it, but all that did was bring down the table with me.

A dish fell onto my head, with tools following it. I protect my wound from the metal objects, but the rest of my body doesn't fare so well. They bounce relatively harmlessly off me. Wait a sec… the tools… My hand reaches out for one of them. A scalpel? My vision finally begins to get used to the darkness, before I lay my eyes upon…

A hospital room? Why am I in a hospital?

My eyesight is getting back up to strength, as I can see another person in this room with me.

Well, a corpse, anyway.

I use the bed to get to my feet, hopefully for good this time, as I take a peek into the large hole in its chest. It's been mutilated. The chest cut open, its insides torn out, almost all vital organs gone, ribs missing, and several vertebrae joining them. I knew the guy wasn't exactly alive, but I can't even seem to find the heart itself. Hell, I'm certain some of the veins are missing too, based on what I'm seeing.

"My God," slips out of my mouth. I didn't try to. I don't like talking to myself, but this is just… Who would do something like this?

A noise draws my attention, causing my head to snap to the right. The rummaging continues. I pull out my pistol, walking, or rather, limping towards the room's exit. I fall against a wall to catch my breath before pushing off it and walking into the wall just outside the room. There's a sign.

Elevators to the… right. Same direction as the noises. Great. Just what I needed.

I almost begrudgingly move towards the elevators, holding onto my pistol for dear life. I placed myself against a wall, and peeked around the corner, breathing heavily. I can't seem to find anybody, but I know something is definitely out there. But what?

Whatever it is, I don't want to meet it. But I probably am going to have to. Joyous of occasions. Using the nearest wall as support, I limp over to the nearest elevator. Before I can get too close, I smell something. And it smells like something is… burning.

Off to my left, I can feel the heat of its entrance. A fiery explosion make its presence known as it throws me against the opposite wall. After hitting the back of my head, I slide down to where I'm sitting against the wall. I see a figure emerging in the fire, walking slowly towards me.

I'm… I'm too weak. I can't even begin to—Oh, there goes a rib.

The figure let the chain it was holding, which I noted had a spear head on the end, loosen as it makes it was closer. I can feel unconsciousness slowly creeping up on me. I think I might have a concussion. The only details I can make out from this creature are the pure white eyes, a bit of yellow on its chest, and a masked face. It looks somewhat human, but with the fact that it is both on fire and not flinching, I'm just going to assume that it's not.

I let myself fall onto my side as I begin to crawl away, but my wounds… they just won't let me. Just before it can reach me, several gunshots go off, followed by a pure, animalistic growl. The heat emanated by the creature slowly goes away, before someone's footsteps come into my area.

The person walks up to me, saying something. I don't catch what he says, exactly, but I can tell that it's a male. I see him putting the gun he used into its holster. I can also see he has a blindfold and a sword.

He helps me to my feet before throwing my right arm over his shoulder, steadying me. Just before I fall into unconsciousness, a single thought permeates my mind.

What the hell happened?