Formaldehyde

A hooded figure looked at the labels on the morgue cubbies. Looking for the one he needed. He read everyone of them carefully untill he flujd the right one and pulled the table out. A young boy with tan, darker skin and black hair layed motionless on it.

The man smiled. "I have been waiting, Lyric. "

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I woke up tied to a chair. The light hit my eyes, but my leg hurt worse.

"What was that?!" I yelled as the man took the needle from my leg, a horrible order lingering.

"Formaldehyde." He said no nonsensical.

"God, why?" I yelled, still in pain.

"No. Do not ever say that name." He put his gloved hand over my mouth. "I gave you a formaldehyde injection to keep your limbs working properly." He moved his hand from my mouth.

Being very confused, I had a million thoughts running through my mind. But the most recurring one was what what going on?

"I will explain everything." The man said, turning off the light, I still hand no idea what he looked like. "But for now, you need to try to walk." I felt my limbs being untied.

A strong hand grabbed me and pushed me outside, the sun blinking and unrecognizable with the heat.

All my since stood on end as I truned around.

"I morgue?" I whispered to myself.