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darth maiden
amanda corriveau
United States, tennessee, lebanon

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Face of a Killer

Chapter 1

Dylan woke up to what sounded like a chain saw.

'Sir, we're getting you are here as fast as we can,' the officer said as Dylan

drifted in and out of consciousness.

When Dylan awoke again he didn't know where he was. While looking around he

saw that he was in a hospital. He twitched when suddenly a doctor was standing over him

with a scalpel.

'Don't worry son, your face will be a good as new.'

'What happened,' Dylan asked confused?

'Don't you remember? You were in a car accident,' the doctor said.

'No,' cried Dylan.

'Your face was cut all to pieces when you hit the windshield. Don't worry you

look like a new man when I'm through with you.'





We'll know I can'. Dylan thought as the sleeping gas started to kick in.

A few hours had passed before Dylan saw the light of day.

'What did you put into me,' he asked the nurse. 'I had the weirdest dream.'

'We gave you some morphine to help ease the pain,' the nurse explained. 'The

doctor will be in shortly. He will be able to answer any questions you may have.'

A Few hours had passed before Dylan saw the light of day.

'Hello, I'm Dr. Stevens,' the doctor said as he wrote something onto a chart that

was hanging in the bed. 'Your surgery went as smoothly as planned. You'll have to stay

in here a few more days. Then we can take the bandages off and see how your face is

progressing. In the meantime, take it easy to nurse will be in to give you something to

help ease the pain.'

Dylan grew restless over the next few days. He was ready to get out of his

hospital bed, go home, and get a real shower. Not that he minded the sponge baths from

the cute nurses.

On the fifth day, Dylan was about to climb up the walls and jump out the window.

Suddenly Dr. Stevens came into the room.

'You're probably getting sick of this place by now.'

'Yes,' Dylan shouted.

'All right it's time to take off the bandages.'

After a few snips of the scissors and Dylan was free. The doctor held up a mirror

and asked him what he thought of his new face.

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barbarashine Comment by: barbarashine - 2007-08-07 07:22
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An interesting story line. Leads me to want to see more -- always a good sign. Your dialogue doesn't flow as well as it could, and you need to work on spelling, grammar, and punctuation. A good effort, though. I hope you'll post more of the story.
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