*A doctor paces through a door into a room of a hospital. On the bed seems to be a man, wrapped from head to toe with bandages, beside him is a nurse.*
Doctor: How is he doing?
Nurse: Awful, he still hasn’t moved and his heart rate keeps getting worse and worse.
Doctor: Well…I’m not surprised; he shouldn’t even be alive after that. It’s a miracle the guy didn’t die on the spot. Lucky we got to…
Nurse: DOCTOR! HIS HEART RATE! IT’S SPEEDING UP RAPIDLY!
Doctor: Nurse, quickly, hand me the shock paddles! NOW!!!
*The nurse springs into action and grabs the machine. Almost stumbling, she wheels it over to the doctor as fast as she could. The doctor, with a trickle of sweat running down his forehead, grabs the shock paddles from it, and bites his lip.*
Doctor: CLEAR!!!!!!
*The doctor thrusts the shock paddles onto the body of the bandaged man, as the shock surges through him.*
Doctor: CLEAR!!!!!
*Again the surge goes through, but this time it takes its effect. The heartbeat slows down and goes to a normal pace. At the last surge, the doctor almost felt some type of movement in the man, but didn’t think much of it. He placed the shock paddles back on the machine, and wipes his forehead with a rag.*
Doctor: Well…that was a close one. Come with me nurse, I need you help with Mr. Cradburry.
Nurse: Certainly Doctor.
*The two exit the room, leaving the man all alone. Unbeknownst to the doctor, that last shock did stir the man. His eyes slowly cracked open.*
*The man was weak and weary, and in pain from his ordeal. The opening of his eyes may have been the most unsatisfying thing. It was the first time his felt his skin since the accident. All he needed was the tint sensation of his eyelids moving to know there was something wrong. He felt his eyelids were crusty, lumpy, cracked, the feeling sickened him. He wanted to vomit, if he had the energy to. The man tried to speak, but when he tried to talk no voice came out of his mouth, just a mere trickle of his lips. The man was in agony, he didn’t know what to do. All he could do was lie there, in the pile of filth he was reduced to. Then he noticed the door shut. His thin slits of eyes shifted to the door, but nobody was there.*
???: Alvaaaaaaaaaaar….
*The man suddenly found the strength to speak. He felt something was amiss. He could move again, but not naturally….*
Man: W…Who said that? How do you know my name?!?!?
???: haha…I know everything about you…Alvar Creed!
Creed: WHO ARE YOU DAMNIT!
*Creed heard the demonic voice chuckling. Just as Creed was about to yell again, a cruel wind blew through every inch of his body. The wind was so cold it burnt the very essence of him. He then saw a flaming hand engulfed around his neck, the hand yanked Creed right out of his bandaged body. Though the unnatural feeling was greater than ever, Creed was now on his feet, he could move again, he felt fine. He looked at his hands and he had his normal skin back. Then he peered up to confront the owner of the hand that pulled him up.*
*The dark dreadful face of this demon sent shivers down Creed’s spine. The demon peered into the eyes of Creed, this monster seemed amused.*
???: Well Creed…you can call me your Guardian Demon if you like. *laughs* You might as well, because you have no angels on your side.
Creed: Ok, Demon…well what do you want with me?
Demon: Just to guide you through some key moments in your life, and how it AMMOUNTS TO NOTHING!!*fires rose around the demon*.
*creed cocks a grin.*
Creed: Nothing? Excuse me Demon, but apparently you do not know my life. I am a successful man. And look at me, it appears those feelings of my skin were just my imagination. I look fine, aside from a few burns.
Demon: Oh do you? I suggest looking in a mirror…
*The demon manifests a mirror, Creed looks at himself, please. But then…*
*Creed’s eyes suddenly burn as he looks away from the mirror. He screams at what he saw and wipes his head.*
Creed: What treachery is this?!?
Demon: No treachery Alvar, It’s what you really are. Except of course, you got a mere glimpse. Your deformed face may send you into a state of mind I am not willing to deal with. So let me prepare you with what I need to show you, before you actually see yourself…alright Creed?
Creed: *sweating* Fine…I will do whatever you need me to do, just let me see what happened to my beautiful face!
Demon: What happened to it? That was GOJINN!!!!
*That name lights a fire of burning hatred in Creed.*
Creed: DON’T SPEAK THAT PILE OF TRASH’S NAME!
Demon: Trash? WELL HOW DID HE ALMOST KILL YOU CREED? REMEMBER THE PAIN?
*An explosion of fire suddenly engulfs Creed’s body. The pain of the car explosion that Gojinn subjected him too was being relived. Creed screamed in agony, begging for mercy. The pain was unbearable.*
Demon: For such trash, you submit to him quite easily. Does that mean you are lower than trash, because it seems he is better than you! OH WAIT, that must have been a fluke, since you are so talented….lets try it again!*
Creed: NO, WAIT!
*The flames engulf Creed again, and the pain runs through his body. Creed screams in agony again, and submits to the pain. The flames go away as Creed is on the floor writhing in pain.*
Demon: Well Creed…it appears you are very weak. Gojinn reduced you to a weakling who deserves NO RESPECT! I have a lot to show you…now that you may be a bit humbled…now that you know…YOU ARE WEAK!
