*I got bored and started writing a little short story and it turned into this. I will most likely add to this chapter I just wanna see how it goes over, plus I think this is a good end to the chapter though. Also, any suggestions for a title will be greatly appreciated.*
Jessica hurried down the passage, her silver hair flowing behind her, a beacon. She heard someone yell up the steps just down the hallway. In response, she started checking the multiple doors that lined the hallway, looking for any open door to slip in and hide. As the footsteps on the steps got louder, her pace and her breathing quickened. She wasn't going to get caught again; she was going to get out this time.
Just as the doctors were unlocking the door, Jessica spotted a door slightly open a couple doors ahead. She sprinted and flung herself inside the room and under the bed, pulling her hair out of the light. She watched as feet quickly went over to the door, shutting it, and then hurried onto the bed. She held her breath as the doctors walked by, checking each room, though for some reason, they didn't try to enter the one she was currently cowering in. Though the periodically check in the window. After a while though, they stopped most likely thinking that she had escaped out into the woods that surrounded the hospital.
"Ya know you can come out now. They won't be coming back for a while." Jessica jumped, hitting her head off the bottom of the bed. The man above burst out laughing. "Did I scare you?" he said, as he leaned over the side, looking under the bed. She couldn't see his face, because the lights had been turned out for the night, but she had a strange feeling about the man that she couldn't explain. "Come on out, beautiful. I don't bite." Jessica started to crawl out when she stopped, her arm outstretched, but still under the safety of the bed. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't stay where she was, but she was unsure of this man. "I said come here." The man barked, grabbing her wrist and dragging her out from the safety of the dark.
"Let go of me," she said as she pulled her wrist out of his hand. She moved a couple steps away, enough to be out of his reach at the moment in this small cell.
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't be so hasty. You are the one that chose to, ah, hide in my room. So you should really be nice to me. Don't want to be rude now do we? Let's start with your name." He took a step backwards and looked out the cell door window, waiting for her response.
"My name's Jessica. Jessica Quincy," she replied. There was really no use in not telling him, she was going to be trapped in here for at least the entire night. She looked up at him and saw the moon catching part of his face, showing a scar the extended from the corner of his mouth.
"There we go beautiful. Now we are getting somewhere," he turned back to her, and his face was hidden in shadows again. "Now an interesting question, what did you do to, ah, end up here? Had to have been something bad, if you ended up in Arkham."
