The Surgeon a Doctor Who Short Horror Story
TW: Slight Gore/Body Horror, Restraint/imprisonment,
Six Months… six months since you lost contact with the rest of earth alliance. The Colony is on its own. After years of mining Amxodrite for them, with hundreds of workers across the planet slowly all getting horribly sick, they’ve just abandoned you. They’re Too busy fighting their War against the infinite to care about an outer system mining colony.
You turn to see what’s’s woken up in the middle of the night. your communicator is slowly flashing red, Illuminating the cabin around you, followed by a low droning beep as an alert has been triggered.
As you get dressed you feel an ache in your whole body, your muscles and very bones feel like they’re going to collapse. You slowly strap your boots on and wrap yourself in your protective gear. grabbing your respirator before you leave. It’s hard to breathe outside in the winter, the dust storms contain snow and chucks of ice. The cold air bites against your skin even under all your protective gear.
You search the Mine where the alert has been triggered. It’s a rather pointless job now, you think to yourself, being a guard for a Mine with no workers. Everyone threw down their tools once off world communications were cut off and this place had been empty ever since. or so it would seem, this alert had gone off every couple days now, someone had to be going down there. At first you thought it was just kids messing around, but people had now began disappearing from the settlement and these mine tunnels went down a long way. It would be easy for someone to get lost down here, or to hide down here.
You begin to cough violently, even with the respirator on breathing had become difficult. Too much Dust in you lungs from the Amoxidrite, years of working in those mines and living through dust storms had taken their toll. you were one of the the lucky ones you think to yourself. At least you didn’t have it as bad as the Miners themselves, radiation poisoning was slowly getting to them all and it had been a long time since any supply shipments had arrived, least of all any containing medicine.
Suddenly you stop, you hear the faint sound of a respirator but you seen no one. until a light appears in the distance in the dark of the tunnel, A Headlamp. You rush towards it, expecting to find one of the missing people. You stop in your tracks though when you see it’s not one of the missing person. You see them illuminated in the darkness, the light on their head spreading out, allowing you to see the rest of them. A figure stands there, wearing a padded gown, face wrapped in bandages and machinery plugged into their chest. Atop the bandages you see what looks like a pair of heavy duty goggles, although they look like they’re pressed into the skin. Around their head is more machinery, what looked like handle bars around the head, with a heavy duty light between them at the top of the figure’s head. Frozen in terror and confusion, you can’t move. They reach out and you feel an cold icy touch on your shoulder, no… not a an icy touch, a steel touch. suddenly a jolt of pain goes through you and you lose consciousness.
You awake up to find your arms and legs strapped to a table. looking around the dark and dirty room you see a table next to you, covered in surgical equipment, rusted and broken. You’re in the old medical wing, deep within the tunnels and disused for years.
As you slowly regain feeling, You feel a burning through your body and see where parts of you have been cut open and worked on. You cannot make it out properly as your head is strapped down too but you can faintly see a gaping hole in your chest, and what appears to be a metal camp holding it open. Before the terror and disgust can sink ins An acidic spray is suddenly blasted onto your skin, from a dark bottle; held by the figure now more illuminated by the lights of the room and even more terrifying, a bloody Scalpel and a spray bottle in another. Behind them you see something even more terrifying, organs resting on A Table them, just discarded of.
“What the Hell are you doing to me!!!” you scream as they spray the bottle onto the flesh they must’ve exposed with the scalpel. It’s not just your chest they’ve worked on, but your legs as well, you can’t see it, but you can feel it
“Anti-Septic, infections must be prevented. Flesh is weak and must be protected”
The Voice is more normal than you expected for the horror you see before you. it sounds human, but with a uncomfortable robotic echo at the back of it.
“HELP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME” the sound of your screams for help echo through the hallway and the mines past it, but you know deep in your heart that they fall on deaf ears. No one’s ever down here anymore, let alone at this time. The Figure takes no notice of your yells, they know as well as you do that no help is coming.
“It Burns!” you scream, writhing in pain as they spray more onto your open wounds.
“Pain reduction is not relevant to this procedure”
“Please I’m begging you stop, please, it hurts, just let me go” you feel desperate and afraid, the pain is getting so bad you can’t even tell what hurts anymore.
the figure pauses and looks at you studiously though it’s confused by your pleas
“No… You shall remain until your procedure is complete”
“You’re a Monster” you tell the creature as any sense of hope you had slowly fades.
“Incorrect, I am your Saviour”
“Saviour?! you’re killing me!” you scream in rage attempting to kick yourself free of the table, to no avail.
“I am helping you, your lungs have been damaged by the dust, your eyes as well, they need repairing”
“Please i’m begging you stop”
“I cannot… do not worry, the pain will not matter soon. We cannot stop the pain… but we can prevent the damage the pain causes to you”
“You have no soul” you say, disgusted as you finally begin to give up, your arms ache from thrashing and that’s hardly the worst of it, you feels as though your insides are being boiled alive. He turns to the table of equipment, a mechanical whirring can be made out, presumably coming from the device in their chest.
“A Soul? it is the receptor for pain, for emotional pain. Do not worry We Shall purge you of your soul”
He approaches you, now with some kind of drill in hand. holding the end against your temple and in his he holds other hand a headset, the handlebars and headlamp that you can see atop his bandaged face,
“Rejoice, for you shall be purified”
The Drill is the last thing you hear before losing consciousness.
When you wake back up, all the pain is gone, you see the room through a mesh and screen of heavy duty goggles, your eyes feel different. your breathing feels smoother than ever before, you look down to see a respirator over bandages, plugged into a device in your chest.
You think to yourself that there should be a feeling of great pain, but there’s none. In fact you now can feel nothing at all, No more Pain, No more Fear, No more terror, and No more of anything else, you feel no relief or Joy from the lack of those things that once haunted you. Your entire life feels like just a faint dream of another time… all you know now is that you must save the others as you have been saved.
Hope you enjoyed my little dip into Horror. I don’t often post my writing, but figured it’s Halloween so may as well, I also figured Tumblr was a good place for it! If you have any thoughts or feel like it then Let me know that you think, thank you 😊
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