Forgine me what for what is abou to unfold. But this has been stuck in my head for a while and it really needed to come out. BTW this is my first Scrub fic! Suggestion are very welcomed.
Falmes will be ignored :D
ENJOY!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own scrubs. My if I did my life would be complete :3
My stomach flutters nervously as I look at the man in front of me. My throat is dry, hands clammy from sweat. Cool autumn wind caresses me, sending a nervous chill down my spine. I suppress the urge to wrap my arms around my self, because I didn't want the heartless being in front of me to see any sign of weakness. It seems so silent around us, like there's no one else in the universe but him and me.
This can't be delayed any longer. I've got to choose. Not just choose, but make the right choice. If I get this wrong, then everything would be for nothing. I would fail. A sticky bead of sweat rolls down my forehead. But I can do this. Dr. John Dorian can do anything! I take a shallow breath, my mind sets on the goal I have made.
The man rolls his eyes, supporting his head in his hand as he leans on the off-white counter. "Dude, are you going to get a snow cone or not. There's a line forming."
I frown at the apparent barbarian; my eyes search the messily written flavors on the marker board frantically. You can't just order any snow cone flavor! You have to put thought into it! I know Turk favors Cherry and Grape; but which one fits his attitude today. Hmm it is a very bright day, even though it's a bit chilly…
"Come on dude! Hurry up!"
"Wait your turn kid!" I yell at the eight-year-old behind me, "And learn some manners, jeez parents theses days," I turn to the man frowning in the vending cart, "they just let their children run ramped."
"Okay…," I say noticing the bearded man inside the small Cone Blizzard cart looking irritated. "I'll have one bubble gum and one….cherry!"
The snow cone man doesn't look too thrilled by my order, but I know my Chocolate Bear will be! Snow cones are a perfect way to end a nice, peaceful day off from Sacred Heart; especially since it's been the first time in months since we've both had a day off on the same day. No Carla, no Elliot, no Dr. Cox or Janitor or patients. It's just me and my best friend.
"What a stupid sissy." I hear one of kids mumble loudly behind me.
"Excuse you?" I ask while whirling around to look at the young child, "And what is so sissy?"
"You are getting bubble gum! That's a girly flavor!" He points accusingly.
I roll my eyes at him, leaning against the counter chuckling. "Well obviously you aren't very good at math young man. If you hadn't noticed, I ordered two snow cones. Did it ever occur to you that I might be ordering a one for my girlfriend?"
"Well…." He mumbles.
"BAM!" I say throwing out my hand for effect, "In your face!" The fact that I had no girlfriend and that I was actually buying one for my married male best friend didn't really matter. I had just schooled this cocky little bastard.
"Here," The snow cone man said holding the delicious ice treats in his meaty hands. He shoved them in my direction. "1.50."
"Here you go!" I give him the money and he gives me a scowl- or it could have been a smile it as hard to tell with such a scary looking guy- and I walked off, searching for where ever Turk had decided to sit in the large expanded park.
In truth it was a good thing to finally get a break from the hospital-not just for some quality time- but to get away from all the craziness that has happen in the last month; some good and some….not so.
First Molly, the exceedingly- whoa that's the biggest squirrel I've ever seen- hott though not always there psychiatrist, came back from her fellowship and is now a permanent member of the Scared Heart Staff; which is actually one of the few good things that have happen at the hospital. Elliot and Carla are happy to have their friend back, and it's always nice to have extremely attractive girlfriends surrounding you.
The disaster that's happening in the hospital involves Dr. Cox and his ex wife Jordan. They've been at each other's throats for almost everything. Perry didn't change Jack's diaper; Jordan didn't do the laundry, one of them faked an orgasm….the list goes on. Whenever they cross paths at the hospital it like WW3 brakes out. The two have finally separated, for good this time; and now they're switching off Jack by their work schedules. Needless to say my mentor has not exactly been a ball of sunshine towards anyone…..namely me. I understand that he doesn't know how to release stress except for being a Dick-hole, but being Cox's punching bag is not an attention I want.
I take a bite of my snow cone, pink flavoring dripping on my chin, eyeing the beautiful orange sky as the sun makes its way slowly out of the sky and behind the trees. There's no need to worry about any of that now! Today has been nothing but relaxing, sleeping till noon, watching Cheer's, eating at our favorite pizza place. And now were going to eat some delicious snow cones and enjoy the sunset! Everything is been perfect.
Suddenly I feel something cold press against my back, a hand gripping arm painfully. My stomach knots nervously. Maybe I thought too soon.
"If this about saying that kid didn't have any manners, I was just kidding."
"Be quiet and do as I say." A voice whispers in my ear while the object, which could only be a gun, presses harder into the lower of my back. I bite my lip and nod, too afraid to trust my voice. He twists me around and we walk back the way I had just come.
The two cones began dripping in my hands, which were shaking so hard I was amazed I didn't drop them. My eyes scan the area, praying that my best friend was somewhere near by, and would see me. God Turk! Where the hell can you be! It's like a damn Where's' Waldo picture book out here!
"Stare straight ahead." The stranger hisses harshly in my ear. "Your friend's waiting for you on the other side of the park, John, so he's not going to save you."
A jolt of fear shoots through my entire body, my feet skidding in the wet grass, blades sticking to the sides of them. "How do you know my name?" I gasp, sweat building on my forehead. Don't panic JD, don't panic, stop panicking!
The gun digs deeply into my back, making me wince in pain. "Keep walking!'" he hisses, "And get rid of these!" with his free hand he knocks away my snow cones, the contents spilling across the ground beside me. Aww man, I didn't even get to eat much of it!
The man keeps pushing me forward, towards a group of trees near the end of the park. Oh God, oh God, oh shit! This guys going to mug me, kill me, and then leave my body to rot in the woods where some poor child will find my corpse weeks later!
I'm trembling with terror. My heart rams against my chest, making my lungs feel compressed and God it is so hard to breathe. Cold sweat now lines my face and dampens my hair. I attempt to close my eyes and regain a calming breath, but all this only caused the barrel cutting into my flesh push father into my back.
We walk further and further away from the people, none of them noticing the lethal weapon lodged into my spine. They seem too interested in watching the girl that fell off the monkey bars crying, or the irritated owner trying to keep up with the large lab that just ran pass us, or spying on the young couple kissing passionately on the bench not a few feet away. They all seem too busy with their own lives to even realize that mines in mortal danger.
When were right at the entrance to the small forest he releases his hold on me and nudges me forward. My foot catches a root and I trip falling down a small hill. I roll down, my back hitting a tree and momentarily knocking the breath out of me. I look up from my sideway position, seeing the stranger for the first time.
My fearful expression changes into confusion. He doesn't look threatening at all. He is handsome actually, with dark brown hair that hung slightly in his face. His attire is normal, a button up green shirt with khaki's and a black wool trench coat, a matching dark green scarf over his neck. As he slides down the slope towards me, I estimate that he was probably Dr. Cox's age, maybe a year or so younger. I gaze up at the man confused. He doesn't look like someone who would hurt anybody.
He stands above me and it's the tightly held hunger in his dark hazel eyes that forces me back into the reality of how much danger I was in.
Quickly I try standing, but I find the butt of the gun buried in my stomach, air pushing roughly out of my throat. I slowly fall to my knees, wet dirt staining my jeans. My back leans against the tree coughing until I'm able to take a breath.
The man kneels down in front of me slowly with a calm smile as if he hadn't drug me through the park with a gun against my back. "Sorry about being so rough, I just need to make sure that you were going to cooperate."
I press closer to the tree, a chill settling into my stomach. "What do you want from me?" I say in a high pitched squeak. I inwardly curse, because my voice sounded so weak and afraid.
His scarred hand reaches for my shoulder and I tried hard not to flinch as it makes contact. "You'll learn in time," he mumbles, his eyes studying my face intently. A smile spreads across his face, as if he found something funny. "Besides if I told you, it would ruin the surprise. And that's never fun now is it?"
This isn't either!
The man's hand finds its way to my face, probing at it. His fingers are callused and cold, his touches uncomfortable. I try inching away, but his other hand latches onto my right shoulder, pinning me to the tree roughly.
A whimper escapes my throat, his rough fingers leaving my face and traveling down my arm, griping it tightly. He does the same with my legs, mumbling franticly under his breath. I'm only able to catch a few words, but none of them bring me comfort.
"Perfect….right size…small figure….so perfect… he just…good.."
"What are you doing?" I whine loudly, batting away the fear that was crawling up my throat. He looks at me, an insane twinkle in his eyes that sends a chill down my spine. His hands cup my face, making our gazes hold.
"You're the perfect specimen. You have the slim figure, right height, bright eyes and lips," His thumb caresses my cheek, "and such beautiful pale skin." I flinch away, bile rising in my throat. "John, you're exactly what I've been searching for."
My eyes widen, unable to comprehend what he was saying. Oh my god this guy is crazy…he can't be serious. Holy shit he's serious!!
"Let go of me you sick freak!" I lash out in fear, grabbing onto his arm and throwing my body at him. He falls back in surprise, my elbow going into his gut. As he gasps for air I scramble up a quickly as I could, running up the hill, my fingers digging into the dirt and leaves as I made my way up.
"TURK!" I yell the panic I don't even realize I had bottled up coming out with my scream; "Hel-AHhh!" Psycho's hand snatches my ankle and sent me back down, leaves exploding up from impact.
A hand grabs my shoulder and rolls me over, and the same one soon crashing into my right cheek. Pain shoots across my face, tears forming in my eyes. The man's legs slide over my stomach, pinning me down on the cold wet forest ground. He grips my chin softly, turning my face to him.
"I can't let you escape John. You're too precious to me and every thing I've worked for." He pulls a flat, black case from a hidden pocket in his trench coat. He dangles it in front of my eyes, excitement filtering across his face. His hand moves from my chin to my neck, his grip becoming tighter.
He pops the case open with his thumb to reveal a small bottle containing a light orange substance fitted between black foam. I looked at it wide eye. "I'm… I'm supposed to drink that?"
Psycho laughs. "You're so adorable. Drinking this would be far too dangerous. Your throat would deteriorate. No the substance needs to enter through your blood stream." He grabbed my right arm and pulls it towards him.
"I've been watching you for so long John, learning so much about you. You really are a remarkable person. So childlike and innocent, caring of others, charming," He pushes up my sleeve, his eyes sparkling. "You really are one of a kind my boy. And soon you will be mine."
Pure terror engulfs me. No, NO, NO! I don't belong to anybody and I going to let him do what he wants! I will not become some mindless slave that answers to his every whim. I do enough of that with Dr. Cox! I definitely won't obey some scary old loon!!
"I WILL NOT BE YOUR ZOMBIE!!" I yell, ripping my arm from his grasp. I start thrashing my body around wildly from under him. "TURK!!! TURK PLEASE HELP!!" My fists beat at his chest, trying to push him off.
"Stop it now!" psycho hisses, his personality pulling a total 180. Anger crackles in his eyes as his hand crushes my throat. I stop pushing at his chest and grab at his hand clawing at it. "You are mine now, and I will not put up with your feeble attempts to escape anymore."
He reaches for the gun, lifts it high above him, and knocks the butt of it clear across my skull. Stars erupted from my vision and my body went limp on the ground. I'm still conscious but just barely, the only thing I really notice was the waves of pain knocking into the front of my head.
I lie there still and vulnerable, as the man grabs at my arm again and pulling it towards him. He holds my wrist tightly, keeping it straight in case I try to move. I tilt my head up, seeing that the man had replaced the gun with a syringe that was now filled with the orange substance.
"Please…" I say breathlessly, begging him to stop. He looks at me for a moment, a warm, yet horrifying smile stretching across his face.
"It's going to be okay John," he whispers the needle hovering an inch away from my skin, excitement evident in his voice. "You'll hardly feel it." He presses down, injecting the experimental liquid into my brachial artery.
The pain coursing through my head was nothing compared to this. As the needle empties into my vein a freezing sensation shoots through my veins, spreading quickly throughout my body. I roll my head back, my breath coming out in large gasps. My insides feel like ice, like I was freezing over.
"Fascinating," I hear the man say above me digging through his pockets once more. I pry one of my eyes open, seeing that a worn notebook in his hands, the pages covered in sloppy handwriting; some of the pages having yellow post its suck to them. He mutters under his breath, scribbling hastily into it. "Yes…very interesting."
My mind begins playing tricks on me. I hear a faint sound of some one calling my name, searching for where I was. That was just cruel. It didn't matter how much I pray, Turk wasn't coming to find me. No matter how much I imagine the worried voice coming closer.
"Turk..." I mumble, tears starting to form. The man hears me and looks up from his small writing book, staring down at me with a hungry gaze. "It looks like your bleeding." He says, almost in a whisper. He lifts my arm gently towards him, pressing his lips against my wounds. I squeeze my eyes shut, parlayed with horror.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Turk shrieks at the exact moment, answering my prayers. My eyes snap open just seeing my best friends slide down the hill. A smile breaks across my face, unable to contain the relief and joy I feel from seeing him.
The man on top of me looks up in surprise, the notebook falls from his hand. He barely has time to stand before Turk barrels at him, knocking him backwards and sending them both crashing hard to the ground.
Turk raises his fist, delivering a heavy blow to the man's face. "Nobody touches my best friend!" he strikes the man again, a sick crunch coming from psycho's nose.
I try to sit up, but my vision was starting to blur, my body suddenly warm. A prickly sensation starts to spread from my chest, and it becomes harder to breath. "Tu-urk-k" I choke clutching my chest, sweat beginning to pour heavily from my body. He stops in mid swing, looking at me in horror.
"JD?" Turk gasps coming to my side in an instant, supporting me against his body. He shoots a glare a psycho, who lay crumbled in the leaves. "What the fuck did you do to him?!"
The man lifts his damage face, smiling as blood pours from his nose. "His pain means that the serum is taking effect. It's working."
Searing pain begins to flare in my calf muscles and up my leg. "I... need a… hospital.." gasp, trying to blink away the black spots that speckle in front of my vision. My sweatshirt by this point is soaked through with sweat, usual gelled hair now plastered on my forehead. My breath is shallow and I try so hard not to pass out. Turk gives a tight nod, his eyes betraying his fear lifting me up into a standing position.
"You're not taking him anywhere." Psycho snarls getting up shakily on his hands and knees, eyeing his gun not a few inches away. "He belongs to me now."
"The only thing that even remotely belongs to you is my foot in your ass!" Turk yells back, trying to shield me.
My eyes go wide. "Turk…the gun!" I breathe, trying to warn my friend of the weapon the man was slowly reaching for. Turk spots it, and without hesitation he rocks his foot back, his sneaker connecting with the gun and sending the weapon whistling into the darkening woods.
The man glares murderously at my best friend, Turk matching it with a furious snarl. "Oh I'm sorry was that yours?" he tugs me by my under arm, helping me forward.
"You think this is over," The man says, our eyes catching each other. Heated hungry gaze stare back at me, and even though my body feels on fire I shiver with fear, "You may succeed today, but I have many ways of getting him back."
I feel my stomach churl. Turk's doesn't respond to the man's threat, but his grip tightens on my arm, his face scrunching in anger. We turn on the man and with Turk's help run up the incline, the man's eyes following as we went.
We manage to make it to the top before a searing pain shoots up my spine, my body lurching forward. A horrible scream erupts from my throat. I start to writhe on the ground, unable to take the pain. It hurt; God it hurt so fucking much. I heard Turk call my name, but I couldn't answer, the only thing I was able to do was scream.
Over the pain, I feel myself being lifted, leave and twigs snapping and crackling as my best friend carries me. I can feel Turk's labored breathing and erratic heart beat as he starts to run, taking me to safety. Voices and sirens appear around me. I feel hands grab me carefully, laying me on stiff padding, moving me at a fast speed. Two doors slammed and the noises were muffled.
Turk's shaky voice floats towards me. "It's going to be okay buddy. You're going to make it…you have to."
A new wave of pain shot through me, my brain exploding inside my head. It's too much for me to bear. A prick from a familiar needle of morphine rushes through me, helping to escape some of the unwanted aches. Unconsciousness soon takes over, wiping away all thought of pain, and the look of those cold hungry eyes.
.... my "k" key doesnt work....grrrr