The scream, part 3

- I remember... - Said Jack, thinking.

Then, he looked at his right, where the warehouse was.

- Let us go. - Said Jack.

- Alright, man. - Said Guerrero.

It was 9 p.m., but it seemed midnight. It was very cold. They entered the warehouse. There, they heard a strange sound. It seemed something was being cut. They entered a room and saw blood everywhere. In the middle, was a man, cutting someone. 

- Hey, stop. - Said Jack, not noticing that Guerrero had walk away. 

- Why should I? - Said the man.

- Stop or we will hit you.

The man, dressed with a gown, turned around, reveling himself. It was Keith.

- You and who else? - Asked Keith.

Jack turned around, to find out Guerrero was gone. He was confused.

- It can be... He was here... You were sleeping. How is this possible?

- No, you are dreaming. The pain made you that. Don't you wanna come close? - Said Keith.

Jack approached within a secure distance. When he saw the saw the person on the table, he shocked. It was him.

- What kind of magic is this? What's happening? - Said Jack, falling to the ground, dizzy.

Jack woke up. He was in the table.

- Dreaming again, Jack? - Said Keith. - This time you were talking loud. 

Jack tried to move, but he couldn't. The pain it was just too much.

- What are you doing? - Asked Jack.

- Taking your legs away. Isn't that fun?