[ IP ] The interrogation chair

Michael cocked his gun as he watched the nervous man sitting in the chair and his friends standing around the chair just as puzzled as he was. 
 This was the first time somebody had paid him to place a hit on himself. Must've been too much of a pussy to pull the trigger himself, he thought. And what would he do with money in death, anyways? 
 
 `` Hurry! Please, hurry! Kill me! ``, the man shouted while squirming in the chair. 
 
 Bewildered at how eager this man was to die, Michael for the first time had to ask for the motivations for the hit. He was a professional; he never asked unnecessary questions... but unusual circumstances like this do not have the same standards as a normal gig. 
 `` Why do you want to die so badly? Your fate is sealed at this point. Do you not wish to reflect on your life at least? ``, Michael asked. 
 `` HURRY! KILL ME! KILL ME NOW! ``, the man yelled, his face distorted with fear. 
 Michael connected eyes with his colleagues who were just as puzzled as he was. Oh well, no skin off his back, he thought as he lifted the gun and aimed it at the mans head. 
 
 `` Any last words? ``, Michael asked. 
 `` JUST FUCKING DO IT FUCKING KILL ME'', the man screamed, his voice hoarse. 
 
 Michael took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The loud noise of the bullet leaving the chamber was followed by something he took a moment to process. The bullet passed through the mans head without spraying blood, without creating a husk of flesh with a hole in it. 
 The man began screaming. `` NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO!'' 
 Michael stood frozen, his eyes wide open as the screaming began to wane away as the mans face begun to melt into a purple, indistinguishable goo. Panicked, he fired his gun again, and again. Both slugs passed through the floating, pulsing goo the mans head had become. 
 The goo begun to pulse more violently, producing an alien sound while doing so. 
 
 Chk. 
 Chk. 
 Chk chk chk chk chk... 
 
 And then Michael heard a noise resembling a blade being unsheathed, as the final pulse caused the goo to erupt outwards, impaling his three compatriots, leaving them screaming and kicking in futile efforts to escape from the now solid goo piercing through their chests. The entire man had become goo, with only his clothes left behind in the chair. 
 The impaled men started to melt as well, into the same frightening goo. 
 
 Michael screamed at the top of his lungs, turned around and ran for the door. As he reached the door and tried to open it, he was paralyzed with dread as he realized that one of his accomplices locked the door behind them. 
 The key was somewhere in the mass his body had become. Somewhere in the pile of purple goo that pulled together, creating a large mass that was now slowly sliding towards Michael in the cold stone hall. 
 
 As Michael fell to the ground and began to plead the goo, then God, then cry out for his family as tears filled his eyes and the suffocating sensation of fear made him unable to let out a single sound, the goo felt no mercy. It enveloped Michael entirely, and no matter how he tried to struggle and break free, it was for nothing. 
 Every time Michael opened his mouth to gasp for air, more and more goo filled his mouth, throat, lungs. He had heard that just before you die there is a moment of calm, but he experienced no such thing. There was only pain, burning in his muscles as he tried to struggle with all his strength, and fear as the goo filled all of his orifices, until the struggling stopped, and his body started to dissolve into the same purple goo that just ended his life.
