"Hey, wake up, you worthless wretch!" the guard barked, rattling the bars of the cell with his baton. When the man failed to respond, the guard's expression darkened, and he unlocked the cell door with a heavy clank.
Entering the cell, the guard nudged the man with the toe of his boot, but there was no response. The man remained still, his body limp and inert. Frowning, the guard muttered a curse under his breath.
"Fuck!!"
The guard swiftly reached for his walkie-talkie, his hands trembling slightly as he relayed the urgent ssage to the person on the other end.
"We've got a situation here," he spoke into the device, his voice edged with urgency. "Inmate down in Cell Block C, requesting imdiate backup and dical assistance."
Within monts, a team of dics arrived with a stretcher, their faces grave as they assessed the situation. Carefully, they hoisted the limp inmate onto the stretcher, murmuring instructions to each other as they rushed him out of the cell.
As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors toward the prison hospital, the dics exchanged concerned whispers about the inmate's condition.
"Blake Shelton again," one of them remarked with a heavy sigh. "Can't believe he's made it this long without eating anything. Poor soul looks like a skeleton."
"Yeah, it's a miracle he's still breathing," another added, shaking his head in disbelief. "I just hope he's not suffering too much. No one should have to endure six months without food."
As they reached the hospital, they silently hoped for the best while preparing for the worst.
As the dics worked frantically to assess Blake's condition, they were t with baffling obstacles at every turn. His heart rate was undetectable, his body temperature alarmingly low, and their attempts to administer dical treatnt proved futile as their needles refused to penetrate his skin.
Puzzled and unnerved, the dics exchanged bewildered looks, unable to comprehend the strange phenonon unfolding before them. Their confusion turned to fear as Blake suddenly seized one of the nurses by the neck with a strength that belied his emaciated form.
"Quiet," he hissed in a low, unhinged tone, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing elongated canines that sent a shiver down the nurse's spine.
The other dics moved to intervene, but Blake's gaze locked onto them with a chilling command that froze them in their tracks. Despite their instincts screaming at them to resist, they found themselves unable to move, their bodies held captive by an unseen force.
With an eerie calmness, Blake released the nurse and turned his attention back to the bewildered dics. "Stay still," he commanded in a voice that resonated with a dark authority. And to their horror, they found themselves obeying, unable to break free from his malevolent gaze.
As the dics stood frozen in shock, they watched in disbelief as the patient's body underwent a grotesque transformation right before their eyes. His skin seed to peel away like the shedding of a serpent's scales, revealing a form that was both familiar and foreign.
In a matter of monts, the patient went from being a man to a woman, their features shifting and morphing with unearthly fluidity. The figure that stood before them now, with eyes glowing a fiery red, emanated an aura of chilling nace.
One of the nurses, her voice trembling with horror, dared to ask the question that hung heavy in the air. "Who...who are you?" she stamred, her gaze fixed on the enigmatic figure before her.
The woman's response ca in a cold, husky tone that sent a shiver down the nurse's spine. "I am Mimic," she declared, her words laced with a sinister edge.
Moving with an unnerving grace, Mimic approached the trembling nurse, her hand reaching out to caress the nurse's cheek with an unsettling tenderness. "Go, fetch the coroner and all those needed for to dig a grave. You on the other hand will return and write a report," she commanded, her voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no dissent.
Without a word, the nurse turned away from the hospital room to do as she was told. Minutes passed and the sa nurse returned this ti in a van with the so n in it.
She ca down from the van and walked back into the hospital where Mimic was with a report file in her hand.
"You will state that inmate 30890, known as Blake Shelton, succumbed to prolonged starvation and fatal organ shutdown."
As if in a trance, the nurse obeyed, her hands moving of their own accord as she retrieved the report file and began to docunt Mimic's dictated words. Tears stread down her cheeks as her body shook with a mixture of fear and confusion, unable to comprehend the inexplicable force that compelled her actions.
anwhile, Mimic returned to the bed, assuming the form of Blake Shelton once more before the stunned onlookers.
"Forget all that you have seen," Mimic commanded, her voice cold and commanding. "Prepare for the demise of Blake Shelton."
The nurses, under her spell, nodded obediently and resud their tasks as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. They moved with an eerie efficiency, their movents chanical and devoid of emotion.
With an eerie sense of detachnt, the nurses continued their work, preparing to move the body of the supposedly deceased Blake Shelton out of the ward. Their movents were chanical, devoid of emotion, as they lifted his body onto the stretcher and secured it in place. They moved the body onto a coroner's van.
As they made their way towards the prison cetery, their faces remained blank, their minds still ensnared in the trance-like state induced by Mimic's influence. They showed no signs of remorse or hesitation as they reached the freshly dug grave.
Suddenly, mimic who was in Blake's form on the stretcher stirred, rising to a sitting position with a fluid grace that belied his supposed death. The n who dug the grave were taken aback but only for a second as a simple silence gesture by mimic with her eyes glowing red to them had sealed their mouths shut. The horror on their faces however was more than evident.
Now mimic turned towards the nurses with a chilling smile. Then she ordered one of the nurses to hug her and without hesitation, the nurse complied, her movents stiff and robotic.
Then, in a shocking turn of events, the Mimic transford into the likeness of the nurse, her features morphing seamlessly into hers. With a cold, calculated gaze, she ordered the nurse to sothing next that caused the eyes of those present to bulge out.
"Step into the grave," Mimic commanded in a low, commanding tone, her voice carrying a hint of malice that sent shivers down the nurse's spine.
Unable to resist her command, the nurse obeyed, her expression vacant as she descended into the darkness of the grave. The other nurses watched in silent horror, their minds still clouded by the powerful influence of Mimic.
With a chilling calmness, Mimic turned to the rest of the nurses, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the cetery. "Cover the hole," she ordered in a tone that brooked no argunt, her voice laced with a sinister edge.
The nurses, still under Mimic's dark influence, obeyed without question, shoveling dirt into the open grave with chanical precision. As the minutes passed and the hole was filled, Mimic turned her attention back to them, her gaze cold and calculating.
"It's been a long night," she remarked, her voice carrying a deceptive sweetness that sent shivers down their spines. "Most of you must be tired, and I know your shifts are over. Go ho, get so rest. When you wake up tomorrow, you won't rember a thing."
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Mimic watched as the nurses began to disperse, their minds clouded by her powerful magic. As they walked away, she turned her attention back to the freshly filled grave, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"It's only a matter of ti," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves. "Soon, I will return to my master, Damien."
Suddenly, sothing seed to occur to her, and she called out to one of the nurses who was about to leave. "Wait," she said, her tone taking on a hint of urgency. "Can I get a ride ho, this...nurse is tired,".
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