Roulette [Open]

Balmung sat in his room he could see that evening was beginning to fall. He gripped a pencil tightly, tongue stuck out of his mouth halfway as he continued to draw. Occasionally looking up at the mirror in front of him. You could tell that he was drawing himself. His eyes were glued to the drawing, music was heard from a distance, some sort of guitarist trying to make some cash. He listened to the rhythmic strum, somewhat drawing to the beat. His foot tapped when he was stuck, he had several pencils around, some thicker, some thinner then others, he knew what he was doing. He also had a couple charcoal pencils and special erasers. He continued to draw when a sharp knock was heard on his door. "Its open" His mother pushed the door open and peered in. "You've been in here since this afternoon, why don't you go out or something?" His mother asked. Balmung glanced up, "Alright, here, you can have this." He said handing the half-finished picture of himself. His mother took it in her hand carefully and glanced it over. "This is beautiful Balmung!" She said with a big grin and planted a kiss on his forehead. Balmung smiled lightly and began to move out of the room. His mother took a right down the hallway and headed for her bedroom where she slid the picture into a Frame and moved back towards the direction where Balmung was heading. Balmung walked into the Kitchen, his father sat at the table setting dishes and cups into place. Where you going?" He asked, Balmung grabbed a glass and suddenly heard a crash. He looked down the hallway, his mother frowned. "Oh no!! I dropped your Picture!" Balmung frowned. Then Smiled. "Thats okay Coza. I'll just make a new one.." As he said that he backed up into the table.

This caused some of the water he was pouring to fall to the floor, and as he went to put his foot down it slipped on the tiled floor. He fell backwards, catching himself on the table for a moment, utensils and plates flew into the air. "Careful!" His father said, Balmung's grip failed however, a fork was heard as it spun on end on the floor, he didn't see it though, and his hand fell onto a sharp knife. He yelped in pain and jumped backwards.

The fork, which was spinning behind him aligned with his head at that very moment. Balmung heard the fork spinning, everything began to slow down... Suddenly... Splat. The fork stuck through his forehead. Points covered in blood, he had fallen with such force that it had gone straight through his head. He Gasped then was blank. "Oh my god!!! Balmung!!" his mother screamed pulling the fork out as his father picked him up and began to rush him outside. His mother Screamed "HELP!!!!" Some women ran out with bandaging and began to try to stop the blood loss.

Several medical ninjas were standing at the ready and took Balmung into the room. They began to check vitals.

"Blood Pressure?"
"45 over 50"
"What?! Already?!??"
"Yes."
"Were gonna have to do this fast, is it cleaned?"
"Yes."
"X-Ray's?"
"It appeared to have gone through the cerebrum and the motion control center, as well as scrape his right and left brain, His frontal lobe is destroyed."
"Holy.. What happened!?"
"He fell on a fork...."
"A Fork.. Great. Even if he survives this, he won't know who he is anymore.."
"Blood pressure dropped to 44 over 50 Sir."
"damn Damn damn!"

The doctors continued conversing until they were suited up completely. They ran into the surgery room, a horde of nurses and doctors standing by. The main surgeon stood at Balmung's head.

"Sir?"

A nurse asked. The surgeon removed his mask. A tear dropped from his eye.

"Sir, whats wrong, we don't have time."

The Surgeon just let the tear roll down his face.

"He is Dead."

Balmung's mother and father were in the waiting room crying before the surgeon could speak. "Mrs and Mr Manin.. Your son has passed away."

His mother Screamed louder. Some relatives stood by, one of his younger cousins stood in the hall. "Mom...?" He asked Balmung's Aunt. "Mom what happened to Balmung...?" Balmung's Mother sobbed as loud as she could. The Surgeon walked off.. dropping his mask on the floor. Failure.. was not Acceptable.

"Balmung... Manin. Time of Death.... 7:11:04 in the Evening. Cause of Death. Blood loss. Family notified at 7:15:47 Evening."

The only picture of him, torn ripped and covered in blood and broken glass laying on the tiled floor of his Home.

Very....Original.....topic locked.