Gruesome Games
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 86
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Marge was one tough nut to crack. The giantess had to hand it to the old cow. She was proving to be quite the frustrating prey. Erica didn't mind though. Experience taught her that the tougher the nut the sweeter the meat inside. Erica wanted her, bad. Debbie would just have to settle for the other two on her hit list.
For the first time since she grew again Erica considered changing tactics. The old nurse was just out of reach and dug in like a tick. She was however emotionally vulnerable. Maybe if Erica made a few examples of her coworkers Marge would hand herself over to stop the carnage. It was worth a shot and allowed Erica to think outside the box.
"I guess you win Marge. You're just too tough for little old me." Erica whimpered.
Marge lowered the barrel of her shotgun. She didn't like this. Not one bit.
"Guess I'll just have settle for some of your coworkers. Like ones hiding in the bushes! Waiting for me to leave!" Erica announced loudly.
"Those damn idiots." Marge thought. Marge had done her best to make sure as many people had made it to shelter before Erica approached. Apparently some of her coworkers made the brilliant decision to wait and hide in the bushes instead.
Erica's giant face reappeared by the front entrance, only this time she wasn't alone. In her hand she held a man familiar to the head nurse. His navy blue jumpsuit with the name "Hector" stitched on. He had been one of the hospital's custodians for over two decades. Marge often found herself sharing cigarettes out back with him on particularly trying days. They rarely exchanged words besides the usually pleasantries but in a hospital rife with turnover his constant presence was comforting for the head nurse. Now he was at the mercy of the giantess's twisted mind.
"Look who we have here. The janitor. I got to say it looks like someone has been slacking. This place is a mess. Last chance Marge. Come out or what happens next is on you." Erica threatened.
"I'm sorry Hector." Marge said as she stared ahead waiting to see what Erica had planned.
"Have it your way."
Without another word Erica tossed Hector in her mouth and began to chew him loudly in plain sight for everyone to see. Still the worse was yet to come. When the giantess felt she had throughly mashed the former custodian she shocked everyone by spitting his chewed up remains into the hospital lobby. Right there on the once clean linoleum floor was a red and pink mass of bone, blood, and tissue with tiny scattered bits of clothing mixed in. Immediately screams and cries erupted from inside. More than a few people got sick. Marge however stood her ground.
"Hmmm. I guess he didn't mean that much to you. That's alright. I've got lots more of your friends out here."
Erica brought her hand out from behind her back and in it was a young screaming woman.
Marge immediately recognized her face. It was one she saw every day as she entered. One that greeted patients with kind words and a caring disposition.
"No. Isabel." Marge whispered.
Isabel was the nurse at the front in charge of checking in patients. She was still relatively new, only having worked at the hospital for about a year. Still in that time she made quite an impact on staff and patients alike. Always so helpful. Always happy. Always with a smile.
When she first started Marge thought Isabel's happy demeanor was all an act. If it truly wasn't then Marge was sure this place would eat her alive. The young nurse seemingly had no backbone. Maybe Marge was jaded from her own decades long experience working such an unforgiving job. As time progressed Isabel proved not only to be generally nice to all who interacted with her but able to take charge and command of the sometimes chaotic lobby. Marge grew to respect her as a coworker and even optimistic that she would be a bright part of the hospital's future.
Now that same bright light of a nurse was clutched in Erica's blood stained hand. As Marge stared back at Isabel her trademark smile was gone, replaced by a face one could only describe as pure terror.
"Marge! Please! I don't want to die! Help me!" Isabel screamed.
"Oh poor thing. Marge isn't going to help you. She made that clear to Hector over there, but maybe you can help me. You know when I was younger I wanted to be a nurse too but I could never stand the sight blood. Luckily I've gotten over that. Want to be my first test patient?"
Erica laid the screaming receptionist down on the hard pavement in front of the hospital entrance. Using one hand she held the woman's legs and head down before pressing her fingernail right where her lower back met her butt. There was the sound of bone snapping and Isabel's crying ceased. Erica had severed her spinal cord. If only it have ended there.
Erica took her bloody nail and inserted under the skin of the woman's lower back. With slow precision she traced her finger up towards the back of Isabel's head. The giantess sharp nail sliced the skin open like she was peeling fruit. Erica then reached in and pinched her two fingers along the base of the spine. With a guttural rip she tore the dead nurse's spine out clean with her skull, brain, and bits of hair still attached.
"Won't be needing this." Erica said as she tossed the bloody bit of back bone, skull, and hair off to the side.
Marge watched horrified from inside the hospital as Erica slipped her finger inside Isabel's remains. The giantess raised her finger up and the old nurse got a gruesome look at Erica's latest work. Erica's large finger pushed Isabel's organs up front to the point where it looked like her body might rip open. Blood poured from her nose, mouth, eyes, and ears and cascaded down her body. Her arms and legs hung lifelessly but would swing with each movement of Erica's finger. It was horrifying, sick, and something that would haunt Marge for the rest of her life. The giantess had turned the dead nurse into a finger puppet.
"Well Marge what do you think? Not bad for my first try. What? Nothing to say? That's okay. I'll ask her? What do you think?"
"Gosh Erica you're so creative. I didn't need that pesky old spine anyway. Love to chat but I'm late for work. Do do do do do." Erica said in her best mock ventriloquist voice. Her grotesque human finger puppet approached the hospital entrance.
As Erica's finger wearing the Isabel skin suit entered the hospital lobby Marge lost it. She couldn't dare see such a gruesome display any longer. She raised her shotgun and blasted the abomination right in the face, splattering it across the room. The rest Isabel's body ripped open and fell to the floor and the giant finger retreated back out.
"Hey! Didn't anyone every tell you it's rude to break other people's things. What not a fan of my work. It's no matter Marge I've got plenty more to people out here and lots more ideas."
Marge's eyes looked away from what remained of Isabel on the floor and back out into the front. She knew Erica wasn't bluffing.
"What else could she possible have in store for those people? Was all this even worth it? Maybe she should just give up now. But if Erica did THAT to a complete stranger what did she have in store for the nurse who had garnered her attention?"
"What's it going to be Marge? I can do this all night. I do have nine other fingers."
For the first time since she grew again Erica considered changing tactics. The old nurse was just out of reach and dug in like a tick. She was however emotionally vulnerable. Maybe if Erica made a few examples of her coworkers Marge would hand herself over to stop the carnage. It was worth a shot and allowed Erica to think outside the box.
"I guess you win Marge. You're just too tough for little old me." Erica whimpered.
Marge lowered the barrel of her shotgun. She didn't like this. Not one bit.
"Guess I'll just have settle for some of your coworkers. Like ones hiding in the bushes! Waiting for me to leave!" Erica announced loudly.
"Those damn idiots." Marge thought. Marge had done her best to make sure as many people had made it to shelter before Erica approached. Apparently some of her coworkers made the brilliant decision to wait and hide in the bushes instead.
Erica's giant face reappeared by the front entrance, only this time she wasn't alone. In her hand she held a man familiar to the head nurse. His navy blue jumpsuit with the name "Hector" stitched on. He had been one of the hospital's custodians for over two decades. Marge often found herself sharing cigarettes out back with him on particularly trying days. They rarely exchanged words besides the usually pleasantries but in a hospital rife with turnover his constant presence was comforting for the head nurse. Now he was at the mercy of the giantess's twisted mind.
"Look who we have here. The janitor. I got to say it looks like someone has been slacking. This place is a mess. Last chance Marge. Come out or what happens next is on you." Erica threatened.
"I'm sorry Hector." Marge said as she stared ahead waiting to see what Erica had planned.
"Have it your way."
Without another word Erica tossed Hector in her mouth and began to chew him loudly in plain sight for everyone to see. Still the worse was yet to come. When the giantess felt she had throughly mashed the former custodian she shocked everyone by spitting his chewed up remains into the hospital lobby. Right there on the once clean linoleum floor was a red and pink mass of bone, blood, and tissue with tiny scattered bits of clothing mixed in. Immediately screams and cries erupted from inside. More than a few people got sick. Marge however stood her ground.
"Hmmm. I guess he didn't mean that much to you. That's alright. I've got lots more of your friends out here."
Erica brought her hand out from behind her back and in it was a young screaming woman.
Marge immediately recognized her face. It was one she saw every day as she entered. One that greeted patients with kind words and a caring disposition.
"No. Isabel." Marge whispered.
Isabel was the nurse at the front in charge of checking in patients. She was still relatively new, only having worked at the hospital for about a year. Still in that time she made quite an impact on staff and patients alike. Always so helpful. Always happy. Always with a smile.
When she first started Marge thought Isabel's happy demeanor was all an act. If it truly wasn't then Marge was sure this place would eat her alive. The young nurse seemingly had no backbone. Maybe Marge was jaded from her own decades long experience working such an unforgiving job. As time progressed Isabel proved not only to be generally nice to all who interacted with her but able to take charge and command of the sometimes chaotic lobby. Marge grew to respect her as a coworker and even optimistic that she would be a bright part of the hospital's future.
Now that same bright light of a nurse was clutched in Erica's blood stained hand. As Marge stared back at Isabel her trademark smile was gone, replaced by a face one could only describe as pure terror.
"Marge! Please! I don't want to die! Help me!" Isabel screamed.
"Oh poor thing. Marge isn't going to help you. She made that clear to Hector over there, but maybe you can help me. You know when I was younger I wanted to be a nurse too but I could never stand the sight blood. Luckily I've gotten over that. Want to be my first test patient?"
Erica laid the screaming receptionist down on the hard pavement in front of the hospital entrance. Using one hand she held the woman's legs and head down before pressing her fingernail right where her lower back met her butt. There was the sound of bone snapping and Isabel's crying ceased. Erica had severed her spinal cord. If only it have ended there.
Erica took her bloody nail and inserted under the skin of the woman's lower back. With slow precision she traced her finger up towards the back of Isabel's head. The giantess sharp nail sliced the skin open like she was peeling fruit. Erica then reached in and pinched her two fingers along the base of the spine. With a guttural rip she tore the dead nurse's spine out clean with her skull, brain, and bits of hair still attached.
"Won't be needing this." Erica said as she tossed the bloody bit of back bone, skull, and hair off to the side.
Marge watched horrified from inside the hospital as Erica slipped her finger inside Isabel's remains. The giantess raised her finger up and the old nurse got a gruesome look at Erica's latest work. Erica's large finger pushed Isabel's organs up front to the point where it looked like her body might rip open. Blood poured from her nose, mouth, eyes, and ears and cascaded down her body. Her arms and legs hung lifelessly but would swing with each movement of Erica's finger. It was horrifying, sick, and something that would haunt Marge for the rest of her life. The giantess had turned the dead nurse into a finger puppet.
"Well Marge what do you think? Not bad for my first try. What? Nothing to say? That's okay. I'll ask her? What do you think?"
"Gosh Erica you're so creative. I didn't need that pesky old spine anyway. Love to chat but I'm late for work. Do do do do do." Erica said in her best mock ventriloquist voice. Her grotesque human finger puppet approached the hospital entrance.
As Erica's finger wearing the Isabel skin suit entered the hospital lobby Marge lost it. She couldn't dare see such a gruesome display any longer. She raised her shotgun and blasted the abomination right in the face, splattering it across the room. The rest Isabel's body ripped open and fell to the floor and the giant finger retreated back out.
"Hey! Didn't anyone every tell you it's rude to break other people's things. What not a fan of my work. It's no matter Marge I've got plenty more to people out here and lots more ideas."
Marge's eyes looked away from what remained of Isabel on the floor and back out into the front. She knew Erica wasn't bluffing.
"What else could she possible have in store for those people? Was all this even worth it? Maybe she should just give up now. But if Erica did THAT to a complete stranger what did she have in store for the nurse who had garnered her attention?"
"What's it going to be Marge? I can do this all night. I do have nine other fingers."
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