Mick Harrison opens his eyes and sees nothing but darkness. For a second he thinks he has died.
"Oh, thank Gob..." he thinks.
Then his vision starts clearing and he realizes he is in a small room with no windows. He is alive.
"FUCK!" he thinks.
Then he realizes his bones hurt. At least he's safe here... for now. After a few minutes of sweet solitude, a door opens.
The light blinds him, but he can see two large men coming into the room.
"It's time" one of them says. Mick notices he has a baseball bat in his hands. He's ready to be smashed, when he realizes they are not walking towards him. There's someone else in the room, another prisioner.
They start hitting him in the legs.
"Oh my Gob..." Mick thinks "They are smashing them..."
But the prisioner does not scream. He doesn't make any noises. Mick can't see his face, but he feels that the look in his eyes is full of hate...
When the two men are finished, one of them says:
"What about the other one?"
"What's he gonna do? Turn us into cows? Hahahaha... ha... Hey, that would suck..."
"Yeah. Lets give him something too..."
They start hitting him in several parts of the body, but not too hard, because they don't want to kill him.
"This one is for Mike, poor guy can barely talk after you turned him into a cow the other day!"
"Yeah, this will teach you not to do that to people... son of a bitch"
They go away, leaving Mick blooding in the floor. The other prisioner, though he's notably more harmed than Mick, asks:
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah... I think so..." Mick says.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know, turning people into cows, I guess... You?"
"Long story..."
"I'm Mick" he says, as he slowly moves his blood covered hand towards the other prisioner.
"I'm Tobias" he answers, shaking Mick's hand.
