[ WP ] You get a deep cut for the first time in your life , instead of bone or muscle , you see wires .

So I was working with the saw and I was tired and slipped and before I knew it, I had a huge gash on my forearm where blood was n't pouring out. When the initial shock had worn off and the lack of any mind-numbing pain had convinced me that something was *off* about this, I started looking at the wound and that's when I saw it. Wires, shiny copper wires everywhere. 
 
 There was n't any more blood, apparently in deep cuts like this there was n't enough blood to properly bleed. So I tried to clean it out myself which was really hard since touching those wires felt good. I had to resist the urge to pull some of them out. I bandaged my arm and then took some painkillers and went to sleep. 
 
 The day after I woke up, once I remembered my new situation, I opened up the gauss pad to see if it had gotten better, but instead, it had gotten much much worse. The skin around the wound had started to melt as if it was no longer alive, the smell was horrendous, so I called my good friend Kyle, the doctor, and asked him if I could have a private appointment. From the sound of my voice, Kyle obviously knew something was up, so he told me to swing by his clinic at ten pm. Once I arrived, I told him to grab a seat and told the truth. It was n't until I showed him the arm that he said `` Geeze, I thought you were having a psychotic episode or something, but this... this is real is n't it?'' 
 
 Then after examining the wound, he confirmed that which I already knew, that the skin around it was dying and that it was spreading fast. He then told me he'd need a sample of those wires to know what they were. As he looked at me, I felt a surge of strange thoughts start to course through my head, but I simply nooded and he got to work on getting one of those out. As he started pulling, I tensed up and he tried to ease up on the procedure. After it was done, he apologized for being so blunt and that he did n't know they were that sensitive. I could again only nod at his words. But he'd been wrong about the pain, what I had felt when he pulled it out was a pure and unbrideled sense of exctasy. It was absolute bliss to have it pulled. So while he went over the microscope, I was trying to hide my sudden erection under my coat. It had literarly been one of the most fundamentally rewarding and satisfying feeelings and sensations I'd ever felt in my whole life. 
 
 But I was interrupted in my thoughts by a strange gurgling sound. When I looked up to where Kyle was standing, I could see that he was bleeding from a hole in his neck, as I watched him he slumped over on the floor and a big blood puddle started forming under his body. Then I saw the wire come crawling out of his body and I knew that it had killed him to protect itself. 
 
 Now I'm sitting here in a corner in the building, waiting for the police to show up, I've told them everything and even if they do n't believe me, they still have to come here and investigate. The wound is spreading more and more over my body, but I do n't care about that anymore because of the feeling the new exposed wiring is giving me, it's like the air is singing to it. As more and more of it vanishes, I start feeling more alive, more in tune with my new self a self that only wants to pick.. pull.. pick and pull.. 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 Pull the wire 
 
 OooooooOOOOoooh.. here we..nnggg... go again..... 

