The 1^st Incident

     Bob stood, gazing out of the stain glass window that had been built in the attic overlooking the paved driveway. He stood, admiring the fine grounds working that bordered that edge of the pavement when he was suddenly pushed forward from behind. The glass broke, giving way for him to fall, sprawling in mid air. Bob soon impacted with the driveway beneath. The hit had chipped off half of his skull and pieces of his brain matter were dripping out. His foot lay beside his ear, in a grotesque position. He peered up with what little life he had left to see a man standing behind the broken window. The man then walked away, disturbing the broken shards of glass that still lined the edge of the window frame. A somewhat large piece swayed for a few second and then came speeding down towards Bob. The glass whizzed through the air, along with Bob’s neck, cutting it clean off. The now bloodied glass pane lay in a pool of blood. Bob’s remains of his head rolled down the driveway, and landed in the gutter, where the remainder of its contents fell out.

The 2^nd Incident

Bob was in the hardware store, looking for new tools. He was in the screwdriver isle, standing next to another customer. Bob had a screw in his had when the man next to him sporadically grabbed an available screwdriver, and drove it into Bob’s neck as he dove towards him. Bob instantly fell on his knees gasping for breath and groping at the tool that was lodged in his neck. A pool of blood began to form around him as the man grasped the screwdriver and pulled it from Bob’s body. More blood began to pour out of the open wound. His eyes poled back in his head as a low pitched tone came out of Bob; more desperate attempts to get air. The man took advantage of this and thrusted the screwdriver into his open mouth. The head of the weapon burst through the back of Bob’s head, and spurted blood all over the isle and shelves. Bob fell to the ground, weak with pain. Suddenly he felt to pairs of arms grasp him and lift him to his feet and lean him against the nearby counter. HT men that had helped him up now pulled out from behind their backs two red hot sautering irons. The men approached him casually and raised the hot ticks of metal. Bob fell weak. He could hear the sizzling of the weapons as the men drew nearer. They then jabbed them into each of Bob’s ears. For only a second he could hear the boiling of blood until his eardrums were pierced and his hearing lost. Although the wound was instantly cauterized, there was still some cranial secretion that leaked out of the malignity. Bob tried to scream, but he could not make a sound. Yet again the men dressed in black grabbed him by his shoulders, and dragged him to the corner of the room. While Bob was being moved, the sautering irons, now crusted with burnt organic matter, fell out of what used to be his ears. The men dropped him down in front of the drill press, and turned it on. He felt he vibrations of the machine as they lifted his head up towards the spinning drill. They placed his blood soaked skull on the platform under the blade. Bob used the rest of the energy to open his eyes and saw the drill bit being lower closer and closer to him. He could feel the rotating blade pierce his skin, until he finally blacked out. From the other side of the room, one could hear the painful sound of metal against bone. Streams of blood and gore were erupting from the new hole in Bob’s head. When finally finished, Bob’s body slouched onto the floor, in a stew of brain matter and blood.