Waiting for the Doctor by Harrier72 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Slowly I became aware of my surroundings. I blinked open my eyes, as memory flooded back. I had been caught breaking into the headquarters of a mad doctor. The guards had knocked me out and now here I was.

Here was a dark, cool room. I realised I was lying on a bench, straps across my chest, stomach and legs; my wrists were fastened at my sides. I couldn't move.

I heard voices having a whispered discussion behind me. I couldn't move my head enough to catch a glimpse of who was talking, but the gist was that the doctor was currently out on business and that they couldn't operate it by themselves.

It, I presumed, was the enormous device positioned overhead. I don't know what it did, but I didn't like the look of it. I made another test of my bonds, but there was still no give. Worse, I had been spotted.

"He's awake."

"Really? He should have slept for a week. He must have the constitution of a hippo." Rude.

"Give him another shot, bigger this time. We don't him knowing too much before the doctor gets back."

Dammit, they were going to knock me out again. I needed to be awake to find out what the doctor's plans were (and not just the ones he had for me). But there was nothing I could do. A masked figure loomed over me, I felt the cold barrel of the injector gun just under my right ear, there was a hiss and then I was gone, straight down into dreamland.