Week Seven

Assignment- Write a story that will eventually become a comic.  The story has to involve one person traveling, and one person waiting.  One of these people has a package for the other.

Concept- One person waiting: Deformed face man --One person traveling: Mr. Finghand --Package: Severed hand

A man by the name of "Mr. Finghand" was riding the bus to his Chicago home one evening after a tough day at work.  Mr. Finghand works as a plastic surgeon in a very stressful environment.  He's very good at what he does and is fairly well known in the Chicagoland area.  People are not always happy with their results, however.  Mr. Finghand accepts that fate, realizing that not everybody will always be happy.

Mr Finghand catches the 7:07 bus everyday.  Although he makes good money and could afford a car, he's a people person and enjoys meeting fresh faces all the time.  Mr. Finghand always sits in the same spot.

During this particular ride home, Mr. Finghand's feet accidentally brush against a brown box underneath his seat.

What is this? He wondered to himself.  

He picked the box up.  Curious and slightly delirious from his draining day at work, Mr. Finghand decided he would take the box home and open it up there.

When Mr. Finghand arrived at his house, he immediately entered his kitchen and ran towards a knife with package in hand.  Maybe it was the mounting exhaustion--maybe it was it was a way to release his anger against the unhappy people in his life--something caused Mr. Finghand to rip open the package with tremendous force that the knife almost bent.

This better be interesting, Mr. Finghand thought.

The mutilated box eventually opened and a severed hand appeared at the bottom.  Shocked yet slightly amused, Mr. Finghand stood in awe of the bloodied hand.  

"Disgusting!" he yelled out loud.  "But strangely fascinating!"

He was used to seeing deformed body parts, but never in this context, and never in his kitchen!  However, Mr. Finghand was a curious fellow so he allowed himself to look at the hand again.  Inside the hand, a note was attached and read: DEAR MR. FINGHAND: COME TO 101 ARM STREET AT 1:00 P.M. TOMORROW!  PLEASE.  BRING THE HAND--IT MAY COME IN HANDY! -MR. FACE

"What a strange day turn of events," Mr. Finghand said aloud to himself.  He decided he would go--why?  Well, Mr. Finghand was a curious fellow after all.  What's the worst that could happen?

After arriving at the address at the alloted time the next day, Mr. Finghand knocked on the door loudly.  "Hello?"

"Come in!" a voice from the yonder croaked.  The door was unlocked.  He walked in.

Suddenly, a man with an extremely deformed face grabbed Mr. Finghand's shoulders and dragged him further inside.  Something sharp stabbed at Mr. Finghand.  Deformed Man was holding a chainsaw!

The man maniacally yelled, " You destroyed my face!  Now, I shall destroy you!  See how you like it!"

Dazed, Mr. Finghand was not able to utter any words or move.  The chainsaw revved up as Deformed Man continued his evil laugh.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Mr. Finghand screamed as the chainsaw cut through flesh.  His hand fell off.

Deformed Man said, "Don't worry--I'll fix it for you!  I'll do a better job on you then you did on me.  Now, where is that old hand I sent you?  Ah--there it is!"

Mr. Finghand was lying on the floor, passed out from pain.

Deformed Man picked up the severed hand and began the strange process of attaching the traveled hand onto Mr. Finghand's arm.

THE END