Will of the Shark, Part One

Benji felt strange, he was tied up or at least he thought he was. It was strange, he had no idea where he was but he felt numb, so it must have been a spirit thing. However, he suddenly felt a hard pinch in his arm and the injection of a liquid. Benji groaned and his arm was numb, really numb, so numb he didn’t even thing he had an arm.

“Why hello my friend, it seems we are sharing supper today.” Benji suddenly heard a voice, his mind snapped back to existence. He felt sweaty and a towel was rubbed again his face. As he felt cleaned, he felt like he was in floating in a bathtub. Whatever they injected into his arm was making him so high he felt he was like in heaven.

The shark opened his eyes; a human was in front of him, above him looking down on him. However, Benji would quickly figure out that he wasn’t lying down, he was in a seat. The man too was standing up and he was quite dangerous, but all in due time.

“Don’t worry it will be all right, I’m sure you taste all right.” That was the first sign, something was wrong. Benji didn’t notice, the drugs numbing his brain as well. He was barely registering information, his brain feeling stupid and not recognizing the obvious. Then he felt another pinching and the flowing of liquid over his elbow.

Benji felt something sharp on his face, but he didn’t feel any cutting. Then there was the sound of sizzling, meat cooking on a fry pan nearby. He smiled as he smelled the meet. Something was shoved into his mouth and he chewed down on it, breaking down it and swallowing it.

The man in front of him his face turned to anger and he raised something, hearing the sharping sound of a blade. Then if came down, suddenly his entire arm was engulfing in pain and then nothing. The pain disappeared and instead the pain only remained near his elbow. He tried to move his fingers but he couldn’t feel what he was attached to.

The pain was sobering and his entire body was placed into alert mode. His eyes were wide open and he saw what was happening. In front of him a human, dress shirt, black and grey hair and a smile that just spelled evil. He appeared to be in some sort of room, the white wall paper suggested a mansion.

What was most important was the meat in the frying pan, it looked to be fully cooked. He looked down and he nearly puked. Blood spilled everywhere as he saw the rest of his arm removed. The man smiled and took a bite of the meat, Benji barely staying awake as he realized he was being cannibalized, a human eating his own body.

He didn’t care whether or not it was cannibalism, he cared that someone was eating his body. The man placed on of his meat chunks on a plate with a nice plate of beans and what appeared to be a glass of wine. A last meal he supposed, making him taste nice on the inside while he ate him.  

He turned nauseated, he saw the blood rushing and his heart pumped quicker and quicker and quicker. Benji tried to grab his heart, but found his remaining arm was bound. He tried to move his stub but he was too weak and then he died. Benji’s head feel and his body returned to its normal state.

Then he woke up, Benji laughed in his mind he had just had the craziest nightmare. Of course the opposite was true, he was instead returning to a nightmare. The object was simple see how far Benji could go, see how far he would be pushed, see how far the will of the shark could truly go.

“Oh dear, it appears your living again. Disposing of you will be harder than I thought, too bad though, it doesn’t seem like your hand was a renewed as the rest of your body. I would have eaten for decades.” Benji woke up and there was a hand to his face, holding it up. The shark was frightened at the face before him, the man was definitely evil but he had already figured that out.

He then realized that he was continuing reality, not a nightmare and if that was true… HeHe He He lookeHe looked dhdHe looked down at his arm and again the horrendous bloody stump was still there, blood flowed out like sap from a cut maple and his forearm was being turned into the syrup.

“You monster, you at my hand and you made me eat my own hand as well!” Benji cried out, the blood covered chair shaking with anger as he tried to escape and strangle the man with only one hand. However, the man smiled and simply stood up putting himself out of reach of Benji.

“Please, your hand was nothing. If anything it reminds me of the time I had a lawyer over for dinner and we ate three-fourths of his liver prepared with a lucent cherry sauce and kidney beans. A few months later he returned and I ate the whole of his liver then as well as his heart as a dessert. He tasted quite good.” The man said with a disturbing smile on his face, Benji was disgusted, he wanted to puke his stomach felt so conflicted.

“You’re a monster, if people think I a demon am bad, then they should just have stayed on the evolutionary tree because there are monsters lined across it as well.” Benji cried out as he tried to appeal to some sort of sense the man had, he hoped for freedom and revenge but now with his arm it was a game of survival.      

“It’s only as bad as eating a scab, so please don’t get too angered over a simple hand. Think of all the other things I could have taken, your leg; a lung and a kidney; parts of your brain that you simply would have never eaten.” The man said smiling as he realized he never had done the simple task of introducing himself. “Now then onto the game, my name is Scott Noonan. You are missing one limb, and you are in my Mansion. You have twenty-four hours to escape or else, slowly but surely other parts of you will be alive, right up until I severe your Aorta.”

Then the man left, with his hand and rest of his arm stuffed in a doggy bag like it was nothing. Benji was disturbed by this person, just jabbing at his arm and taking it away like it was nothing. He was the worst this planet had to offer and when he got out from this mansion he would make sure he got his revenge. And then the game started, Benji’s straps automatically loosened themselves and the shark was freed from his bondage.

Benji stood up and slipped his arm away from the chair. He looked around and tried to ignore his arm. As he stood up, he felt dizzy and weakened. The shark must have lost a lot of blood, he thought as he fell to the ground. Benji put his hand out, but he tumbled. He hit the floor and rolled around, screaming as his arm hit the floor and broke the multiple scabs on his arm breaking them open.

Blood followed out of his arm and onto the ground, the bleeding continuing as Benji grabbed his arm. Soon enough the blood in the rest of his body drained out and stained the ground. Benji dying again as the scab on his arm formed again, keeping the precious life blood inside his body.

He woke up again, hoping that his nightmare was just a dream inside a dream inside a dream and he was just inceptioning. However, he woke up in the same spot again with the same blood on the floor. Like it had happened before a scab formed in the meantime; but the blood was still fresh so it must have been within a half an hour or so.            

Benji wanted to stand up but thought back to what happened last time and decided against it. He instead with his remaining arm and legs pushing himself forward, sliding against the ground and leaving a trail of dragged and fresh blood.

While his arm was scabbing and healing, it was still a problem and he would need a doctor or a medbot to stabilize the wound before he could do anything. If he could get in contact with BOO operatives, they might be able to set him up with a prosthetic arm. From what he did see of his arm, it was highly unlikely that he could put it back together, especially that some of it was digesting in his own stomach.    

The shark made it to the edge of the room, making sure he took long and slow breaths in order to make sure that he kept his heart rate down and blood in his arm. He didn’t want to touch it, he just kept it off the ground and away from what must have been tons of e-coil or something like that.

He grabbed the door frame and pulled his leg in, pushing himself upwards and getting on leg underneath himself. He took slowly and meticulous breaths. He needed to get ready to walk without having him normal weight on his body; he was going to left heavy if that was a way to describe it.

He felt comfortable with his foot underneath him but he felt his heart speeding up as nerves and probably a ton of adrenaline in his blood. He took a few calming breaths and looked in the hallway, it appeared to be the same but he could see a few windows along it. He just needed to find the front door and maybe he could walk out; probably not but Benji’s mind was all over the place and he had no idea what he was doing.

Benji didn’t have a plan, he didn’t have any idea what he was doing and he could barely keep motor functions running. His arm was missing, he didn’t think he was strong enough to use his powers and he felt like passing out for the heck of it. He had died twice before he had even gotten out of the room; he was dealing with a psychopath and he had no idea what he was doing.

As his mind rushed with these thoughts, he quite quickly started to breath quickly and blood flew out of his arm like a hose. Understandably with the stress on his mind and his body, he fell to the ground and died again.

For the fourth time Benji woke up, hoping that he was out of his eternal nightmare and for the third time he was disappointed. Benji wanted to lay down and die, he had lost his cool and his senses. He wanted revenge through and he was being pushed to his furthest, who knew how far he could go.

The shark grabbed the doorframe again and repeated what he did before. Keeping his mind in check, he pulled himself upwards and stood on his own two legs. The only two legs he had left, he then cleared himself of those thoughts and while mentally groaning he tried to think positively.

He breathed slowly and pushed his arm away from the doorframe. After being wobbly for a few seconds, he wondered out of the room and quite promptly nearly crashed into the adjacent wall. Holding himself up, he walked forward, going quicker than he was before.

He kept himself stable with his arm and practiced walking as he tried to remember when Scott must have caught him. He peered into his mind and tried to remember. However, his mind was fogged and he gave up on that. So instead he walked forward, hoping the next room would contain the bath.

He walked forward, opening the doors and looking inside. Sometimes there was nothing in the room, as if only for show that he could have that many rooms. Sometimes there was a butler or a maid inside, but when he went into those rooms, there was a forcefield around them. No matter how much he attempted to attack them, he couldn’t get to them. The forcefield was there to prevent from holding anyone hostage, not that Scott would care.

Benji continued around the large house, making his way around three fourths of the building until he finally found the bathroom. The shark took a breath of relief and ran into the bathroom. He opened all the drawers in the room and found some medicinal ointment. Deciding that was all he had, he turned on the water and opened the cap.

He winced as he picked at the scabs opening them out and letting his blood spill over the sink as he prepared to clean himself. He took a few breaths as his blood spilled into the sink and he calmed himself for what must have been the immense pain he was going to put himself through.

He put the ointment into his working and remaining hand, looking at it he waited a few seconds and then, he applied to his arm. It burned as the ointment was shoved over his arm and he nearly passed out again, he endured and kept himself alive as he pushed through the pain.

Benji knew the ointment would help but it was literally applying a band aid to a cut off arm, so he needed to do something and something quick if he didn’t want to die every five minutes. He fell and banged his head off the marble counter, he fell on the floor after bashing his head.

With the fifth time, Benji didn’t even think it was a dream anymore and with his spare arm, he pulled him up. He looked at his head and for some reason his head wound had healed just like most of his wounds. He looked at his arm and he pondered why it didn’t heal, perhaps it was waiting for an arm that was surely carved and being cooked for a madman.

He looked around and opened the door, his wound seemed to be closed, except for the occasional blood drip. However, it wasn’t medically sealed, the ointment would only have kept it closed for so long; so he would need to move.

Benji walked out of the bathroom, somewhat satisfied with the job he did on his arm and he walked forward, making his way towards the stairs. He put his spare hand on the rail and more or less did a tumble down the stairs. He found himself in front of the front door, lucky him.

He stood up and luckily his wound stayed more or less intact. All he would have to do is walk forward and exit through the door way. He grabbed the handle and disappointment, pain and horror were all traveling through his body. Benji should have seen it a mile away but no one would ever leave the door unprotected, he was shocked by what must have been 1.21 Gigawatts of electricity.

His body fell on the floor and this time his arm was busted a bit up. He moved his nub around and pushed himself up again. He took a few breaths, before the electric shocks made him collapse. He fell to the floor and died again. Waking up he started to give up on any hope that he might escape.

“I’m never going to make it out of here, I’m trapped here.” Benji said before he looked around and found an unbarred window. He stood up and backed up; he ran at it with the fullest of his abilities. Jumping he threw himself at the window and he hoped that it would help him go through.

The window warped around his body and instead stretched out like a piece of gum. He was bounced back onto the ground and groaned as surely that would give him a burse or two. Benji figured that he would feel that in the morning had it not been that he was going to be eaten in the morning. He needed a way out and it seemed that there was no way out.

Masterfully he dolefully walked around with no objective and fell on the floor. He had no idea where to go, but it was then he realized that he had needed something to live for. Martin’s smile appeared in his mind, Benji felt the warmth and kindness and he felt inspired by the lizard.

He stood up and looked around he needed solutions and solutions quick. He found one, there appeared to be locked door before him. He looked at it and knew there had to some way out through there.

With his remaining hand he formed a liter, he flicked it and it barely formed a flame but it would work. He needed an endothermic reaction, something that could explode and blast it open. He searched through his limited knowledge and he had an idea.

The shark looked around and around there was a kitchen. He had an idea and it might have been crazy enough for it to work. He looked around and he walked forward, keeping himself stable as he walked forward. No one liked worked that your boss wouldn’t notice and he figured the kitchen staff might be as well.

Turning on the light he walked forward, he was making a pretty big assumption but it might have been crazy enough but it could work. He looked around and there had to be metal in the kitchen, either under the fridge or in the spoons. Where there was metal, there was also rust.  

He just managed to push himself into the kitchen, when he realized something. Even though the technology looked modern, it didn’t seem to be built out of modern material. Wood and bronze made up the bases of the machines, they appeared to be rudimentary, and the wires coming out of them seemed to be covered in some sort of hardened gel.

He brushed it off to the side, despite what kept on happening when he ignored tiny details and continued. Finding what appeared to be a storage locker, he went inside and found a rusty nail inside and an aluminum wall. Continuing his plan, the shark grabbed a knife from the kitchen and scrapped off some of the aluminum from the wall. Now he had a material he could use.

Taking some of the rust off the nail, he stuck the nail in his pocket and Benji quickly exited the kitchen before Scott could realize that he had found a way out. Walking to the front door, he sprinkled the aluminum and rust on the ground, making sure to mix them into a fine powder.

Benji looked at what he had and while it wasn’t the greatest chemical reaction, there should have been enough chemical reactants to work with the door. Deciding not to care about his life, he took the lighter out and slowly light it, before bringing it down on the power.

As Benji placed the lighter on the metal, a termite reaction occurred, enough energy being given to separate the rust into its components and quickly reform with the aluminum. And this Aluminum Oxide was far more stable than the rust could ever be and it had a bit more energy than it needed.

So what’s about a mol of Aluminum Oxide going to do with all that extra energy, Let It Go, the Frozen fans cry and they’d be correct. Benji was knocked back by a large explosion, hitting the locked door behind him. When he woke up again, he hoped that it would be enough energy to knock the door away, the door wasn’t on top of him and he didn’t see it in the garden and it was still stuck in its socket.

He looked at the thermite’s reaction, somehow with a massive explosion it appeared that the door had barely even moved somehow. The walls were as they say burnt by the reaction and lucky his entire body even his clothes somehow, still baring his arm had healed.

Benji stood up realizing that he had landed on a second locked door, while the front door would have been a good way to exit the building, as they normally are. The second steel locked door definitely looked more likely a target for him to blow up.

Benji took the rusty nail and placed it inside the metal door’s lock, making sure it was stuck in place. He got the last of the aluminum powder, though he could shave off more, and placed it into the lock, making sure it was in contact with rusty nail. Deciding that death again wouldn’t be bad, he lit the lighter that formed in his hand and placed it near the reaction.

This time the explosion was massive, he was blasted away at the window, which knocked him back and basically for a few seconds he was a shark between a rock and a hard place. When that ended and he was dead, the shark fell on the floor from a pretty serious case of deadness.

Benji not even bothering with the gasp anymore just woke up, and squealed a bit when it appeared that the door was knocked off its axis. The door was currently in the other door, the massive locked steel door pushing against the tiny door, the only thing holding it up a forcefield.

“Well it’s about damn time.” Benji said as he walked forward and through the open hole in the wall, onto a series of steps and hoping that it would finally lead to his well-deserved freedom. He started to walk down the stairs and made sure he was stable as he walked down.

However, as he found himself near the bottom of the steps, he figured he might have regretted his will to live. He found himself in a dark deep basement dungeon, the only source of light from the open door behind him. He looked around and blood was spattered on the ground everywhere.

Benji felt like he might have gotten sick, looking around there were people everywhere. They were missing body parts, like some sort of aftermath to a Quentin Tarantino film. Looking around it appeared to be some sort of crazy dungeon, perhaps a place to put the cattle and make sure they were well fed and keeping themselves ready for their master.

Benji looked around and knew it needed to end, he needed to pull all the resources he could and he needed to get these people saved. Somehow, a few of them were wearing revolutionary era clothes, which must have meant that Scott had the ability to shift dimensions. He looked around in the near darkness and found a medbot.

Probably used to keep everyone generally alive, he could use it to help him. He just needed to get out and these people wouldn’t need medbots anymore. He stepped onto the cold concrete floor, stepping forward avoiding the groaning people and the horror sense that could easily unfold if someone decided to grab his leg.

All Benji needed to do was to grab the bot and pull it all the way to the front floor. It he thought right of it, the machine might have had a Bluetooth or some sort of comms signal that he could use in order to contact his friends. He crossed the field of dead people and grabbed the medbot picking it up and making sure it didn’t try to escape his grip.

Benji flipped the switch on the medbot and decided to continue on his way, making his way the other way across the field of dead people, internally promising himself that he would make sure they would all make it out alive. Making his way to the stairs, he started to climb up the stairs, pulling the medbot along with him. He needed to escape, he wanted to be free and escape.

He made his way to the top of the stairs and placed the medbot down, all he needed was some sort of comms system in the bot and that would work.  He kept on telling himself the likeliness of there being a comms system, perhaps a for reporting how many people were still alive, or the closest to death, perhaps so that someone could play their Pandora playlist to the people.

Either way as he opened up the casing of the robot, his face gained a smile. He looked through the circuits and found a simple system, something that could be used to connect to something larger. It was a simple blaster working on low frequencies.

He decided with a simple switch he could increase the frequency and hopefully the range as well. If he operated on the BOO frequency, they might feel inclined to come and investigate and maybe they he could be rescued from the hell he was living in.

He formed a frequency tuner in his hand, breath heavily as he wasted what might be the last of his energy. He connected the two circuits together and preformed the frequency change. Making sure it was on the signal of the BOO operatives, and then he let the signal blast.

Waves fired out from the mansion, not even walls could block the wave as it exited the area and broadcasted out for the whole world to hear. He waited a few seconds before he got a response.

“Hello, this is a classified BOO signal line, please state you business here or get out of here.” The operative said with a bit of static in his voice, as if two signals were being combined. However the signal was still clear enough that he could hear it.

“Hello, this is Benji! I have been kidnapped, Triangulate my signal, I am releasing from multiple bands of signal; see if you can release a taskforce. Bring a military grade prosthetic arm! Approval Code: Washington. I repeat, Approval Code: Washington.” Benji said as he gave enough information that they would be able to figure out where he was in the world.

Benji stepped away and quickly turned on multiple band signals, however that would prevent him from sending out more than a beacon for them to follow, and that’s all they would need to find him hopefully. He sat down hoping that they would get him and that he could be saved. It would be a stretch by he knew everyone could be found.          

However, as he looked around his arm was still bleeding. He needed to do something about this, especially if a battle was going to happen between Scott’s bodyguards and the BOO operatives. He didn’t want to be in the middle of the fight with a bloody arm and be weakened. If he wanted to be focused on getting revenge on Scott, he would have needed to seal his arm.  

So he did that. Had he figured he had hope of getting his arm back, he wouldn’t have done what he was going to do, but figuring he was getting a prosthetic arm, it would have been needed to be done anyway. He pulled the right sleeve of his shirt up and grabbed his stump with his remaining arm.

He looked at the door, or the parts of it not covered by a massive iron door and knew what had to do. Benji walked up to the door, keeping his stump as the closest part to the door, he hesitated for a moment and then he realized something, he was immortal anyway.

So he ran, right into the electrified door with his stump arm. Electricity arced over his arm, not that bad on the rest of his body but on the direct contact point, all that electricity was heating it up. Quite quickly did his arm catch on fire, and then still through all that the temperature increased.  

Then he reached the temperature he needed. As he died surely from his heart stopping, the heat was strong enough that it pulled together the skin and muscles in his arm. The heat sealed his hole as he fell to the floor, waiting for his what must have been his millionth awakening again.

He woke up and looked at his stub arm, it wasn’t bleeding anymore and it appeared that some of his healing had worked on it. Some skin was slowly starting to grow over it, at least it would be ready for the equipment by the time the BOO operatives arrived.

He walked up the stairs used to his now strange balance, he needed to find Scott. No one holed him up and he was ready to get his revenge. He walked around the mansion, looking around in and out of the doors, and he found himself in the same room with the uncomfortable chair.

Benji walked into the room, preparing for something to happen any second now. He looked around and he could still smell his meat cooking in the pan. Ignoring that quite painful memory, he moved on traveling towards the edge of the room.

He felt the wall, knocking on it with his left hand. He didn’t think about it but he might have had to become a left handed writer after this, he didn’t know how he would move on after this. However, thinking about that it would make his revenge so much more sweeter.

Suddenly, a panel on the wall opened and it slid out, revealing a staircase, presumably how Scott escaped from the room. However, he was more so surprised when the human was standing there waiting for him. The human said nothing and simply walked up the stairs Benji out of morbid curiosity decided to follow. 

However, at the front door it appeared that Benji’s medbot set up was still working. It signals still bounced around with a few second delay, and that’s exactly how Scott would have planned Benji calling support.  However, if only the shark was more patient.

“Benji are you there, we’ve tracked your location. We’re at some sort of knocked down house, it was active in the revolutionary times…” Martin suddenly came on over the beacon. He paused as he said that, reading the words and realizing what they meant. Suddenly it appeared much more different, Benji was trapped in Revolutionary Boston.

“I don’t know how we are transmitting, but Benji if you can hear me. I will find you, even if I have to beg to the Outsiders.” Martin said as the signal cut out, the void energy being taken away and their comms units shutting down. Benji was now truly cut off and he had no communication, not that it mattered much.

Benji followed Scott up the stairs and suddenly the sound of a helicopter starting interrupted his hearing. He climbed up to the top of the stairs and then he remembered something how he was captured. His mind flashed back to what happened.

He was in the revolutionary world, walking around in a dark alley. He went deeper and he remembered he was chasing a bounty. The supplemental funds provided for the mission were quite adequate and with them he planned on buying a laptop to help him with his missions, one he could have without having to pop one in.

He then realized he had to be in revolutionary times, there was no way that he couldn’t have. The ambiance of trees outside, especially as he walked up to the helipad ticked him off, the wooden and bronze kitchen as well as many technologies that only existed back then. At the same time, the helicopter and the frying pan suggested he was in the future or at least Scott had access to that time.

“You’re a monster!” Benji yelled out as he saw Scott before him. He stood there in front of the helicopter waiting for the shark to either attack him or do something crazy. Benji formed a weak sword in his hand, barely stabilized and sometimes flashing out of existence.

“You have one hand, are you sure you want to be using a sword with that?” Scott asked as he took note of the Helicopter winds, but it seemed that the sword wasn’t even being affected by it. It was almost like it was so weak that physics wasn’t even noticing it.    

Benji walked forward and prepared to slash, he wanted to slowly take apart Scott one body part at a time. And then he had a better idea, he was strong enough for a mask now. He formed the metal shark mask in hand and placed it on his face. His body flashed as it did his entire self being barely able to hold himself together.

“Your still not powerful enough, you never were. Come at me shark!” Scott said as he decided to see how far he could push Benji, see how far the shark was really willing to go. See the will of the shark when it was most important, when it was defeated.

Benji ran forward, extending his fins as he prepared for battle but instead he fell on the ground. His body finally giving out. Scott smiled as the shark was pulled up into the helicopter, the vehicle flying up into the sky. As it did, streaks of lights surrounded it and it flew forward, disappearing into the void and going forward.