<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">"Hnnn...ughh..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">,</span>the groan of a deep voice came out in but a whisper in the dimly lit alleyway that still smelled of trash and sewer water, though it's contents was safely tucked away from the rest of the world between a convenient store and a local bar that had been closed for four hours by then. Light brown eyes flickered open and adopted a nearly golden glow as they searched the alleyway for a moment as the owner of them began to try and piece together a few things within his head regarding where he was and how he'd ended up in that place. There was nothing right away, however, and as his right hand was raised so that he could pressed his index and middle fingers against his right temple he let a small hiss escape his mouth while he sensed a headache, once splitting, that was now beginning to subside.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">"What the fuck happened...?"</span>, he groaned lightly as he drew in a long, deep breath, but as he did he felt a stinging pain in his gut and instinctively lowered his right hand from his head to his stomach, but he was quite surprised when his hand fell upon a round lump where there should have been a set of well toned abs.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">"Huh? Wha? WHAT THE FUCK!?"</span>, he cried out in the alleyway, no longer bothered by who might hear him as he glanced down to see the bulge that was very clearly there, though that wasn't all that he'd seen. There was also a crimson liquid painted all over his bare naked belly, lap and his right hand, which was alarming enough to cause him to begin pushing and kicking across the alleyway until his back and head slammed against a brick wall behind him reminding him that he couldn't get any further away in such a confined area.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)"> "Hoh-wha? What the fuck is going on?!"</span>, he said to himself as he hesitantly raised his left hand to gently graze the pads of his fingers across the skin of his lips, which to his dismay stuck to a mostly dried, yet still sticky spattering of something on his face. He could only imagine what it was, and even though he knew he wasn't a horror movie monster, his wayward mind began to create the worst possible scenario in his head as he began to frantically glance around in search of his wallet, keys, his phone or some sort of answers. There was nothing around but bloody, shredded clothes, a set of keys about five feet away and a phone with a cracked screen that was black as if turned off, however.<br/><br/>What was most concerning of all, however, was the pair of boots that were pointing straight up towards the sky above him, each of which were protruding out from behind a dumpster where they appeared to be connected to a pair of legs. Legs that might belong to someone who'd known what the fuck had happened, and if he wasn't absolutely losing his mind already, he could have sworn that he'd seen those very same boots the night before being worn by the man who'd run outside to scream at the asshole who'd stolen his bike.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">"Hey!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">,</span>he called out as he pushed himself up and trotted down the alleyway towards the other man to wake him up.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">"I'm not trying to freak you out or anything, but I'm bare assed and I need you to chill out and tell me what the hell ha-oh my god..."</span>, He'd already begun to announce himself and offer a disclaimer for the no doubt awkward moment that was about to be had, but as he grasped the edge of the dumpster and stepped around the corner to cast his eyes down to the man he was speaking to he saw nothing but a mutilated mess of whatever the other man used to be. There was nothing but nightmare filling his eyes as he stared down at that massacre of a scene, and as his terrified eyes beheld that awful sight he felt the sting of tears beginning to blur his vision as his voice locked within the depths of his throat. Steps backwards were slow at first, up until his heel caught the partially dislodges manhole cover behind him and caused him to slip and fall upon his naked rump before his limbs sprawled out all around him to try and gain balance. Then, as he stared at just those shoes again, which were all that he could see from his new angle, he felt his heart beating heavy in his chest before he finally let out a blood curdling scream that practically shook the block.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)"><span style="font-size: 12px">"GYAAAGGG</span><span style="font-size: 15px">GGGGGHHHH</span><span style="font-size: 18px">HHHHHHHHHHHHHH</span><span style="font-size: 22px">HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"</span></span>, he cried out at the top of his lungs before he scrambled to his feet, raced down the alleyway and out across the sidewalk so that he could flee to the safety of his car that was parked only two blocks away. As he arrived, though, he threw himself into the driver's side, slammed the door shut, revved the engine and sped off down the road towards his home, tires squealing as he tried to keep himself on the road while his mind raced with thought of the night before, trying as he might to figure out just what had happened and why he'd awoken to a nightmare.