Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

Chapter 4: Going Under

Panting heavily and out of breath, Marsellus found himself once more in the world that could only be known as New York City. The chatter and busy lives of the sheepish people around him were uninterrupted except for when he accidentally ran into them on his trek to gain distance from his stalkers in black. The only solace he had was that they had not taken him yet, and he would die before they sent him back to that room of white where all of his problems had taken ahold of him and wrapped him up like a cobra's vice. 

Horror wavered inside his chest, rattling him to his core with a tremendous force that made his knees buckle. Seating himself on a bench, he held his head down to obscure his face from those that passed by him. Adrenaline from the fight had worn off about a half block ago and his eyes closed from pains in his sides. His hands were warm to a touch upon his left side, pulling it up to his sight to see blood made him run cold. 

His mind reeled at the thoughts of the last time he saw blood from his body being drawn by these men. 

The day had been just a week or so after he had taken the doctor's appointment with Dr. Bruzel, knowing now that he would probably not have any hope unless this Dr. Calico managed to figure out what was wrong with him. He had been on edge since the appointment at the hospital, but his symptoms had begun to subside slightly. He had been able to deter his headaches and was capable to eat and sleep fairly well. It felt as if the problem had begun to resolve at a snail's pace: Though it was progress nonetheless. 

However this did not come without drawbacks. He had been dealing with flashes of things happening before they happened, and even some instance he predicted a few outcomes in idle things like conversations and actions with a few people. Ironically, his experiment had turned his life into one big experiment. He had little information as to what this could lead to in time. And he had no one to turn to for answers... 

And it all lead to only one hope: Dr. Calico.

Marsellus made the walk back to the hospital a week later after getting a call from Dr. Bruzel, telling him that The Specialist had arrived. Finally he could help piece together how to better control his life, and these crazy occurrences. And so with a quick stride, he walked up to the reception desk with a smile. It was even the same lady as before: Ms. Charlotte.

"Well, usually people wouldn't be happy about coming here, Mister. You got a little one on the way or something?" Her voice seemed much more cheery this time, seeing his expression and possibly attempting to match his enthusiasm. 

He shook his head and replied. "Nope. Just been a crazy week, and hopefully, Dr. Calico might be able to help me figure out what is wrong-" Marsellus stopped talking when he saw the smile slowly fade from her face when mentioning The Doctor's name. 

She looked at him a moment with worry etching her features before writing on a piece of paper and handing him the usual clipboard questionaire. She managed to smile again however as she sent him to the seating area. "The Doctor should be ready to see you soon." 

Something seemed off about her response, but he ignored it for a moment. It showed in his retreat to the closest seat, however, that the whispers came once again with a vengeance. Eminating from behind him, he looked back to see no one there but her. 'Just what the hell is going on?' He thought to himself as he started to fill out the questionaire. 

A few minutes passed after he passed the clipboard back to the receptionist before the double doors to the back opened again to allow entrance to the front to another doctor. The man had to be close to six feet, nearly dwarfing the 5'5 height that was Marsellus'. The man was a almost like a burly giant, built with rippling muscles that filled out thw top of the coat itself to leave the bottom to flow freely with his every walk. A rugged bearded face was quite intimidating an accessory to the ensemble of 'I-Know-How-To-Murder-You-With-all-206-Bones-in-your-Body' sort of aura he held about him. Marsellus was secretly hoping this doctor was not The Calico his everyday life depended on. He did not dare want to be within a hundred miles of this man.

Infortunately, Mr. Bearman locked eyes with him and he knew his fate was sealed. "Mr. Gustov?" Steely green eyes lit up and Dr. Calico began to motion him back to the examination rooms he had just come from. Marsellus got up slowly and began to walk toward him, feeling like he was getting closer to the bowels of hell itself. 'These guys have to follow a code, I think...,' he thought to himself when passing The Doctor to make his way past the threshold, 'Right...?' 

And suddenly as he entered the door three rooms down, all went dark and he felt himself grow tired. His limbs to heavy to keep upright. And the last thing he saw when he closed his eyes was a wicked smile from The Doctor.... 


He snapped from his dream and felt his breathing again become heavy. He had to keep a level head before he ended up caught, figuratively and literally, by his flashbacks. And so he got up once again and began to walk down the street, attempting his best to act as normal as possible to continue his trek inconspicuously.