Fear the Surgeon 4 - Fear Thyself (Ending Episode)
The lights came on again.
Karmen sighed.
The nightmare had become a never-ending trauma. How many times had she awakened to find herself in one piece, bound for a new series of pure evil.
Her muscles ached badly. Karmen sat up wearily and rubbed her tired eyes. She felt warm, the harbinger of a fever. Her eyes slowly cleared, and saw that her fears were true. The reality was a nightmare.
The inverted duplicate of herself was hanging from the ceiling right before her. Their faces almost touched, Dead Karmen and Live Karmen. Live Karmen was glued to her bed while Dead Karmen was hung from steel hooks.
Suddenly, it wasn’t there anymore. Karmen dropped back to her bed faintly. She became aware of footfalls, and in came two doctors. One of them felt Karmen’s radial pulse while the other noted something. Without warning, the one feeling her pulse slashed her wrists with a scalpel.
Karmen gasped, but no sound escaped from her mouth. She wanted to scream, to get up and run, but her body lay still. The doctors smiled gravely, looked at the clock and said,
“Time of death, unknown, to be taken to anonymity morgue.”
It was the worst possible scenario ever. Karmen’s mind screamed for the ability to move, but her body lay as still as a limp vegetable. Her eyes were wide open and she could only stare helplessly at the ceiling move backwards above her.
The morgue, the place where even heroes (or heroines) hesitate to tread, heaven of necromancers and sadists. Karmen recalled horrible stories she heard from friends about mad morticians mutilating, slicing, molesting, eating corpses with tomato sauce and such. And now she was about to create a whole new story, with herself as the main character.
Her stretcher came to a stop, and she was lifted unto a table, limbs strapped to the table like a frog ready to be dissected. A wrinkled face peeked over her, it was VERY excited to see her.
The two doctors could be heard laughing an alien laugh as the mortician carefully caressed Karmen’s face. The door slammed closed, and only the mortician was left with her.
“Tender flesh, fresh flesh, and still warm, pretty, too. Let’s see what lies beneath the skin.”
The mortician reached for a pair if sharp gleaming scissors.
“Beauty is only skin-deep.”
Karmen felt the sharp point of the scissors trailing across her face, and stopped just above the eye. The scissors pointed downwards, then suddenly jerked upwards and disappeared from her sight. Karmen tried to move herself, and was secretly surprised when she found she could move, but the straps still fastened her to the table.
After a long struggle, Karmen broke free of her straps. Her wrists were painful, and the blood pulsation had slowed. She wondered how long would it take for her to die, considered that it is allowed. The mortician lay on the floor, the pair of scissors buried in his throat.
A voice sounded through the dark morgue.
“Question: What is worse than a sadistic mortician?”
The mortician sprang to its feet, its dead eyes stared emptily at Karmen.
“Answer: A DEAD, sadistic mortician. Have fun.”
The mortician pulled a switch and Karmen fell into a hole. She could barely see in the dim light. Movement of her hands were greatly reduced due to the severed wrists. In the dark, she felt something grab hold of her leg. Instinctively, she gave a back kick but kicked nothing. Taking a closer look, the thing grabbing her was only a hand, nothing else. Karmen stomped her legs until it broke into fragments of bones and flesh.
She had no time to savor her victory. She felt a thousand squirms all over her body. A finger was inching its way up her leg in the manner of an earthworm. Something wet was moving around her back, she pulled out a tongue and flung it away. Numerous eyeballs stuck and entangled in her hair like some trendy hair-clippers. Karmen trashed her head around and the eyeballs fell to the floor, bouncing and rolling with a sickening splat, like ping-pong balls. (Lee May knows this best, having seen a lot of ping-pong balls during her society)
“Having some fun, my dear Karmen?”
Karmen stood like a statue with eyeballs (crushed and uncrushed) and other body parts scattered around her. The pain in her wrists was overwhelming.
“Time to wake up, Karmen. Wake up and smell the ashes.”
Karmen opened her eyes. Her bed was trembling, and the ceiling was gray. She tried to sit up but she felt tight, as if she had been sleeping in a box. She rolled to her side and realized she was in her parent’s car.
Mrs. Lim’s face peeked over from the front and gave her a big smile.
“We’re going home.”
For the first time in an eternity, Karmen smiled in relief. Everything were nothing more than nightmares.
Mr. Lim pulled the car to a stop and the family entered a small self-kept coffee shop. Karmen’s appetite had returned by that time.
The old man that owned the shop shuffled over.
“Business is real slow here folks. Where do you fare from?” He asked friendly.
“Ah, just from the hospital not far from here. Our daughter had just been discharged.” Mr. Lim answered good-naturedly.
“What hospital? The only hospital around here was burnt to the ground twelve, no thirteen years ago!”
The old man’s eyes shifted to Karmen, and he turned as pale as a sheet. Karmen’s parents stared at Karmen with the same expressions.
“What is going on now!” Karmen felt something trickling down her face.
She took a look at the back of her spoon. More trickles ran down her face. Her left eyes popped out and fell away, followed by the upper-left quarter of her face, revealing a network of blood vessels and tissues.
The surgeon’s voice called out to her.
“The greatest fear, is to fear thyself.”
“What am I? Who am I? Oh GOD save me from… MYSELF!!”
A great earth-shaking scream smashed the twilight silence as a car could be seen hastily leaving the area.
Karmen sat in the shop for a long time before looking around her. The shopkeeper had fainted and was lying on the ground.
Karmen moved over and knelt by the man. She took the man’s hand, seemingly unsure of what to do, and finally gave it a large bite. It tasted like chicken.
Karmen devoured the man piece by piece hungrily. She would live on in that condition for the years to come, ever hungering for fresh meat, ever fearing herself.
End of Fear the Surgeon series.
Copyright of Ardy Quek Rui Ming
For those who wish to find earlier FTS series, pls visit my blog.
Amen
Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer
Karmen sighed.
The nightmare had become a never-ending trauma. How many times had she awakened to find herself in one piece, bound for a new series of pure evil.
Her muscles ached badly. Karmen sat up wearily and rubbed her tired eyes. She felt warm, the harbinger of a fever. Her eyes slowly cleared, and saw that her fears were true. The reality was a nightmare.
The inverted duplicate of herself was hanging from the ceiling right before her. Their faces almost touched, Dead Karmen and Live Karmen. Live Karmen was glued to her bed while Dead Karmen was hung from steel hooks.
Suddenly, it wasn’t there anymore. Karmen dropped back to her bed faintly. She became aware of footfalls, and in came two doctors. One of them felt Karmen’s radial pulse while the other noted something. Without warning, the one feeling her pulse slashed her wrists with a scalpel.
Karmen gasped, but no sound escaped from her mouth. She wanted to scream, to get up and run, but her body lay still. The doctors smiled gravely, looked at the clock and said,
“Time of death, unknown, to be taken to anonymity morgue.”
It was the worst possible scenario ever. Karmen’s mind screamed for the ability to move, but her body lay as still as a limp vegetable. Her eyes were wide open and she could only stare helplessly at the ceiling move backwards above her.
The morgue, the place where even heroes (or heroines) hesitate to tread, heaven of necromancers and sadists. Karmen recalled horrible stories she heard from friends about mad morticians mutilating, slicing, molesting, eating corpses with tomato sauce and such. And now she was about to create a whole new story, with herself as the main character.
Her stretcher came to a stop, and she was lifted unto a table, limbs strapped to the table like a frog ready to be dissected. A wrinkled face peeked over her, it was VERY excited to see her.
The two doctors could be heard laughing an alien laugh as the mortician carefully caressed Karmen’s face. The door slammed closed, and only the mortician was left with her.
“Tender flesh, fresh flesh, and still warm, pretty, too. Let’s see what lies beneath the skin.”
The mortician reached for a pair if sharp gleaming scissors.
“Beauty is only skin-deep.”
Karmen felt the sharp point of the scissors trailing across her face, and stopped just above the eye. The scissors pointed downwards, then suddenly jerked upwards and disappeared from her sight. Karmen tried to move herself, and was secretly surprised when she found she could move, but the straps still fastened her to the table.
After a long struggle, Karmen broke free of her straps. Her wrists were painful, and the blood pulsation had slowed. She wondered how long would it take for her to die, considered that it is allowed. The mortician lay on the floor, the pair of scissors buried in his throat.
A voice sounded through the dark morgue.
“Question: What is worse than a sadistic mortician?”
The mortician sprang to its feet, its dead eyes stared emptily at Karmen.
“Answer: A DEAD, sadistic mortician. Have fun.”
The mortician pulled a switch and Karmen fell into a hole. She could barely see in the dim light. Movement of her hands were greatly reduced due to the severed wrists. In the dark, she felt something grab hold of her leg. Instinctively, she gave a back kick but kicked nothing. Taking a closer look, the thing grabbing her was only a hand, nothing else. Karmen stomped her legs until it broke into fragments of bones and flesh.
She had no time to savor her victory. She felt a thousand squirms all over her body. A finger was inching its way up her leg in the manner of an earthworm. Something wet was moving around her back, she pulled out a tongue and flung it away. Numerous eyeballs stuck and entangled in her hair like some trendy hair-clippers. Karmen trashed her head around and the eyeballs fell to the floor, bouncing and rolling with a sickening splat, like ping-pong balls. (Lee May knows this best, having seen a lot of ping-pong balls during her society)
“Having some fun, my dear Karmen?”
Karmen stood like a statue with eyeballs (crushed and uncrushed) and other body parts scattered around her. The pain in her wrists was overwhelming.
“Time to wake up, Karmen. Wake up and smell the ashes.”
Karmen opened her eyes. Her bed was trembling, and the ceiling was gray. She tried to sit up but she felt tight, as if she had been sleeping in a box. She rolled to her side and realized she was in her parent’s car.
Mrs. Lim’s face peeked over from the front and gave her a big smile.
“We’re going home.”
For the first time in an eternity, Karmen smiled in relief. Everything were nothing more than nightmares.
Mr. Lim pulled the car to a stop and the family entered a small self-kept coffee shop. Karmen’s appetite had returned by that time.
The old man that owned the shop shuffled over.
“Business is real slow here folks. Where do you fare from?” He asked friendly.
“Ah, just from the hospital not far from here. Our daughter had just been discharged.” Mr. Lim answered good-naturedly.
“What hospital? The only hospital around here was burnt to the ground twelve, no thirteen years ago!”
The old man’s eyes shifted to Karmen, and he turned as pale as a sheet. Karmen’s parents stared at Karmen with the same expressions.
“What is going on now!” Karmen felt something trickling down her face.
She took a look at the back of her spoon. More trickles ran down her face. Her left eyes popped out and fell away, followed by the upper-left quarter of her face, revealing a network of blood vessels and tissues.
The surgeon’s voice called out to her.
“The greatest fear, is to fear thyself.”
“What am I? Who am I? Oh GOD save me from… MYSELF!!”
A great earth-shaking scream smashed the twilight silence as a car could be seen hastily leaving the area.
Karmen sat in the shop for a long time before looking around her. The shopkeeper had fainted and was lying on the ground.
Karmen moved over and knelt by the man. She took the man’s hand, seemingly unsure of what to do, and finally gave it a large bite. It tasted like chicken.
Karmen devoured the man piece by piece hungrily. She would live on in that condition for the years to come, ever hungering for fresh meat, ever fearing herself.
End of Fear the Surgeon series.
Copyright of Ardy Quek Rui Ming
For those who wish to find earlier FTS series, pls visit my blog.
Amen
Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer
posted by Reminisce 1S4005S1 at 11:55 pm
3 Comments:
So unexpecting... i thought u say karmen's death was really tortured to death but not this kind. Unique ardy-story. Though sounds gross but it was an amazing twist.
The greatest fear is yourself.
One cannot live in fear of himself, for the oneself within is the one we cannot escape.
Fear the Surgeon is not a ghost story. In truth, everything that had happened was Karmen's imagination. In the end her fake imaginations took control of her and made her insane.
The little Karmen in Part 3 is actually a childhood memory of Karmen. The little Karmen became a gross sight as the altered mind of an insane person destroys their own memories.
In the final part when Karmen eats the fainted man, she was haunted too long by herself that she starts to believe she's a demon.
Thats the real concept of the story. Understand, good. Don't understand, just enjoy the fun.
mm.... gd explanation
understand liao
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