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MaxWorld- Blind Nightmares (Part 4)

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Published: Jun 28, 2015

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As Max was coming back to his conscious, he was completely blind yet again, but can only see things through black and white vision for some unknown reason. The voices were deep through his ears but could still recognize their identities. As Greg was handed an eye patch from the doctor, he was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything to help his eye. “This is all you can do for my eye?” Greg shouted with fury. “It got shot with a bullet, not whacked by a paddle ball.” Max was growling with anger and fear while lying down with blurry vision still. “Alright, let’s begin the laser eye surgery, and trust me, you’ll be back to your old self.” Then, a quick pulse went through Max’s brain, eyes wide open; only seeing his fears completely every 15 seconds, and blurry for only 10 seconds. “NO!!!” He punched the doctor in the face, seeing him as another fear of his. Greg looked back at him as Max leaped out of the chair. “I’m not going down without a fight,” he screeched at the top of his lungs. As he ran around the entire office, he went around smashing glass and windows as if they were his enemies. “Max, calm down man,” Greg hollered from the corner. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re trying to help recover your eye sight.” He then looked at Greg as McFear and threw a desk at him, but missed. Greg hopped up as the desk was flying towards him with pencils, cotton swabs and bandages flying off into the room. Unfortunately, Greg landed on the foot with the wounded ankle from the few nights ago. “I didn’t want it to come to this,” Greg called out, grabbing a cane from the floor near the door. “But you leave me no choice. I’ll have to knock you out myself.” He stood up, and then went charging towards Max with all his might. He turned to Greg and McFear came back to him for a few seconds, then whacked him in the face and shot him, out through the window. As Greg was falling six stories down, he safely landed in an alleyway outside the doctor’s office, spitting up blood and teeth. Greg didn’t know what to do after that, until he saw a motorcycle parked outside a diner. Then a brilliant plan came through. As he was hot wiring the motorcycle, he noticed his gun in the back pocket of his bag. After Max was done cleaning up the office, he noticed Greg was knocked out the building. “I hope this works.” The owner of the motorcycle was chasing him as he saw him take off with his bike, but couldn’t outrun him. Maxwell peeked out the hole in the wall and saw Greg was getting away. “You ain’t getting away from me demon. I’m going to take you down, once and for all. He then jumped out the building and landed on a trash can and a box full of ants. His sight was only seeing his nightmares for the whole time, so now everything is a world of hell for him. He smashes through a car door window and then hotwired it as fast as possible. Hopped in, and then floored it harder than a rock. Greg was zooming through empty streets filled with silence; nothing but the sound of the motorcycle through a dark city with no lights. Gun shots were fired from the rear and it was Maxwell, driving a stick, with a gun in his left hand out the window. Hitting up trash cans, stop signs, everything; as if he was an angry bull in a rodeo. Greg tried luring him to the beach, but all those gunshots was so close to hitting, it went through a gasoline truck parked on the path he was planning on taking. “Crap,” Greg mused as he took a left sharp turn ahead. “HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Maxwell then crashed through a building believing it was a wooden fence to break though in his nightmare. Greg was then dodging through a busy tunnel 5 miles from his location. Maxwell took an alternate route above the tunnel; a building ramp he drove across 7 feet left from the tunnel. Greg exited the tunnel and noticed that Max was right where he wanted him. He spotted a lake in front of him as he planned. He then whipped out his chain and aimed towards a street light in front of him. Max reloaded his gun as he went up a ramp towards the intersecting lanes. As the chain snagged onto the pole, he applied the brakes and drifted in a loop; where Max missed his target, and crashed into the lake. Every car was stopped for a while after they saw Max fly off into the street and missed. Greg limped over to the lake and saw Max was knocked out cold. He jumped in to saving him from drowning and took him back to the doctor’s office. “Come on buddy,” he directed, “Let’s get you fixed up, and fast.” As they were back at the office, Max was tied up in iron bars in the doctor’s chair; unable to break free. “Ok, let’s begin this laser eye surgery quickly before more terrifying, devastating things happen.” Greg demanded with fear. The doctor walked up to his drawer and found his own way to cure him. This was no ordinary surgery. This was an experiment created in a lab for a situation like this. “Wait, doc. Is this going to hurt him?” Greg questioned clutching onto his right shoulder. “No. It may sting a little, but no.” Max then woke up as the doctor inserted the laser into his eyes. “Take deep breaths if this gets painful.” He yelled to Max with sweat running down his face. Max was screaming as if he was Venom. Greg was hiding behind a chair, hoping that he will survive this. An hour later, the surgery was done and Maxwell was knocked out after being hit in the eyes with burning lasers. ‘Max, are you ok?” He heard echoes of Greg’s vice opening his eyes softly and slowly. “He’s waking up. Speak to me.” Max then slapped Greg across the face. “What is wrong with you dude.” Max shouted in his ear. “Max, can you see again?” the doctor asked with joy and delight. “Yes…” Maxwell replied. “Hey, it worked. I’m cured now. I can see nothing but every surrounding here.” Max jumped out of the chair and looked out the one window that hasn’t been smashed through. “And look, the power’s back on. Everything’s back to normal. Except, why is there a hole in the wall?” Greg looked back at the doctor waiting for an explanation from him. “Uhhh….” He stuttered, “You see, I was uhh… testing out a new treatment for… el…elderlies for hair growth and body building.” Greg then smiled at the doctor and Max, then left to go home. “So, you feel better now?” Max paused for a second and looked out the window, listening to Linkin Park. “Yeah, I think I’m ok now,” he replied with a straight face. “Sorry about what happened back there through this nightmare. But all that matters is, that I can forget this whole episode.”