and he ducked, dodging the pole by an inch.  It continued to swing since it was to big for me to control and smacked into a wall.  It shattered, but that didn't matter.  After all I wouldn't need the pole since it had triggered a trap door!  I ran out, saw my home, and was home free.  That was, untill...

i'm waking up chained to a cold metal table in some kind of sick grotesque lab. I slowly look to my right and i feel like yelling, crying, laughing, if it is an emotion i wanted to do it. there were mutated lumps of what looked like pieces of skin and organs. there were tanks of saline water with unimaginable things swimming around in it. then my eyes landing on the most horrific thing..........................

a docter with a orange scrub on.  He was laughing hysterically and, wielding a large chainsaw in one hand, a hacksaw in the other and tomahawk in the third, preceded to slice and dice a young woman's body that was hanging from a chain, or what was left of it, anyway.  After a brief scan, I saw a rather large pile body parts in the corner and next to it, a somewhat smaller pile of...