After her "little" talk with Sheriff Rodgers about what had happened at Crystal Lake, all Ginny wanted to do was sleep and forget all about it. So, as Paul brushed the hair away from her face, and kissed her now bare forehead, she uttered softly, "Paul…I need to tell you something. Something I should've told you a while ago." Her voice was soft, groggy-like, the obvious sign that she was literally drained.
Paul shushed her, "It's okay, babe." A smile etched on his face, his voice also soft, "It can wait until after you've gotten some sleep." He then leaned over, and kissed her again, this time on the lips; short, but very sweet. It seemed like an eternity before he pulled away, Ginny sighing at the loss of contact. "Now get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
Ginny nodded, knowing that it could wait, and she was really tired, barely having the strength to keep her eyes open. Uttering the words 'love you', and hearing him repeat the words back, she manoeuvred onto her left side, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and closed her eyes. She heard Paul's quietened footsteps as he headed to the door, it opening and then closing a second later, her mind telling her that he'd probably gone to get some coffee or something to eat from the vending machine.
Thinking about it, she was feeling a little hungry, but she decided against it, settling on asking Paul to get her something after she'd caught some shut-eye. At that exact moment her stomach fluttered as though she had butterflies flying around in there, and that was when she knew that the baby was feeling the same thing…
When he eventually reached the edge of the forest with the hospital right in his sight, he could see the sky above coloured in orange and yellow, all in different hues. Sunrise. Looking to his left and right, Jason noticed that nothing was coming down the highway from either side, and chose that moment to cross it, moving along as quickly as he could. His wounds were still seeping blood, but they were also healing.
Having crossed the road Jason made his way surreptitiously toward the back entrance of the hospital, finding an almost empty parking lot and, thankful that there was only one security guard to deal with. He could be taken care of easily.
As Jason approached the small security outpost, he could see through the glass windows that the security guard had his back facing him, and was too busy reading a newspaper to notice his presence. Now it was Jason's time to strike. Looking around for anything he could use offensively, he found it in the form of a crowbar which was lent up against the side of the outpost. It looked virtually brand new, glinting in the morning light. Perfect. Now gripped tightly in his right fist hanging by his side, Jason advanced slowly toward the door, which was strangely ajar, and snuck inside. As well as reading the newspaper, the security guard also had the radio on, playing a song from some band that he'd never heard of before. It perfectly covered the sound of his footsteps as they creaked toward the unsuspecting guard, lifting the crowbar above his head, ready to strike with deadly force.
The guard didn't see it coming. Before he could turn the page, Jason stabbed him vigorously through the neck with the flat end, coating the newspaper, and spraying some of the security monitors closer to the guard, in thick crimson. Jason could hear him gurgling on his own blood, trying to breathe, but obviously finding it difficult. He couldn't even scream or radio for help. Then Jason pulled it back out, hearing soft squelching noises as he did, and stabbed him again, this time through the top of his skull. The vicious attack caused it to erupt in a fountain of blood and brains, accompanied by the sound of bone crunching. He was killed instantly.
Letting go of the crowbar, the guard slumped against the counter with a thud, blood seeping out of his mouth, his eyes expressionless, staring out into oblivion. Jason left him as he was, already heading out and in the direction of the hospital's back entrance, slipping through it to find himself standing beside a small utility closet, but there was nothing in there that was of much importance.
To his left, there was a small set of stairs which he climbed in three, giant step on his way to the only floor of the hospital, making it very easy for him to find the two who'd eluded him…
After leaving Ginny to get some sleep, Paul had made his way leisurely to one of the vending machines that was located near the reception area, seeing the doctor, who'd escorted the sheriff in to talk with Ginny about…Crystal Lake, standing behind the counter, reading a report, probably Ginny's. He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, and looked up, seeing Paul by the vending machine. He gave him a short nod, which Paul returned before his attention was back on what he wanted out of the machine, his back to the occupied doctor.
Shoving two quarters into the slot, he pushed the button of his selection, watching it as the machine shoved it off the shelf, and it fell into the compartment below. Paul knelt down, slipped his hand into the drawer, and took out his selected snack, which happened to be a Hershey's milk chocolate bar.
Satisfied now that he'd got something to eat, Paul headed back in the direction of Ginny's room, and this was the moment that Jason opted to strike when he vanished around the corner. Coming out of the office that was situated behind the reception desk, he pressed the flat of his palm firmly over the doctor's mouth, cutting off any attempts to scream out for help, and pulled him back into the darkness of the room. As the doctor struggled to get himself free, his arms flaying about, Jason managed to keep him in the hold, thanks to his strength and build, as he reached out for the scalpel which rested innocuously upon the desk. Seizing it with his free hand, he tightened his grip on it, and lifted it above his head.
The doctor couldn't see because he was too busy trying to free himself from Jason's hold, but he was too strong, even for a human. However, he was kicked in the back of the leg, causing him to genuflect, before something stabbed him right in the eye. The pain was excruciating, nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire life. He was still screaming behind Jason's hand when his left eye was gouged, increasing the agony to unbearable levels.
He didn't have to endure the pain for long. As soon as the scalpel was drawn from his eye, Jason positioned the blade against his neck and sliced across it, slitting his throat from ear to ear. The blood sprayed across the air, some dotting the desk, but the majority of it landed on the floor. Jason let go of him, the doctor falling onto his front with a thud, blood continuing to pour out of his neck and eyes.
He looked down at the bloody scene before him with his one good eye, before he exited the scene as quietly as he'd done entering it.
Paul had returned to Ginny's room in no time at all, sitting in the chair beside the bed, quietly eating the chocolate bar he'd obtained back at the vending machine. She'd only been asleep for what? Ten, fifteen minutes? But she looked like she'd been sleeping for hours, and looked so peaceful. As though everything that'd happened in the last 24 hours never transpired.
That was when he heard it. It was faint, short and high-pitched, but he definitely heard it. A woman's scream? It wasn't the "I'm in severe pain" kind of scream. It was the "I'm going to die right now" kind.
Not wanting to leave Ginny on her own, but having an overwhelming urge to help whoever was being attacked, Paul took one look at Ginny, tranquil in the quiet room, before he was out of the door like a shot. He didn't know whether he would hear the scream again, and for a split second, thought that it was just his imagination.
Then he heard it again. This time it was closer, and lasted longer than the first. It was coming from the reception area. Paul hurried in its direction, looking left and right when he past open doors just to make sure that no-one else was in danger.
When he reached the reception area, he could see that there was no-one in sight. The female receptionist, Dana I think her name was, wasn't sitting behind the counter, but something caught Paul's eye as he crept slowly toward it. Not wanting to bring attention to himself. However, as he got closer to them, he couldn't help, but let out a short gasp, his hand suddenly covering his mouth to hold back the scream, and the vomit that threatened to come up, at what he was perceiving.
That was when someone with a larger hand placed theirs over his, someone with incredible strength, as Paul found it difficult to squirm himself out of it. That was when he felt something stab into his back of his neck before darkness overtook him…
Ginny awoke with a start, sitting straight up in the bed. The morning Sun was peering into the room through the gap in the white, opaque curtains, and from what she could see as soon as her eyes adjusted to the light, Paul wasn't anywhere in the room.
She placed a palm on her forehead, feeling the damp skin there and wiping away the sweat before she threw the blanket to one side, and climbed out of the bed. Standing still, Ginny tried to listen to the noise you'd usually hear in a hospital, but what scared her was the fact that there wasn't any. No distant talking, no machines bleeping, no nothing. Just silence.
What the hell's going on here? She crept her way over to the door, a sudden chill riding up her spine, as if the room temperature had suddenly dropped, but it may be boiled down to the fact that she was only garbed in a hospital gown.
Her hand clenched around the doorknob, feeling its coolness as she turned it ever so slowly, hearing it click to notify her that it was open. Pulling it toward her just as slowly, Ginny sneaked a quick look in both directions, seeing no-one in either. Where the hell is everybody?
Leaving her room door open, she continued to tiptoe along the marbled floor, only hearing her own bare feet tapping along it. Something was definitely wrong here.
"Hello? Paul? Dr. Samson? Anybody?" She called out, but no-one rushed out to see what all the hubbub was about. Hurrying in her steps, she rounded the corner so fast that she didn't see the pool of blood on the floor, her bare feet slipping on it, and causing her to fall onto her rump.
"Ah!" A shriek passed through her lips as it splattered onto her hospital gown, and also onto parts of her skin which were showing, namely her legs, back, and her forearms. Ginny raised one of her hands whilst resting against the other, couldn't help, but scream out in horror when she saw that it was covered in blood. So much so that it was dripping off her hand in the same fashion as maple syrup dripped off a spoon.
It didn't take her long to find the source of where the blood was coming from. From where her feet were currently resting the blood trailed off down the hallway, as though whoever it belonged to was dragged, and disappeared around the corner.
The feeling of dread crept up her spine, mutual to Ginny as she'd felt it many times back at the Counsellor Training Centre, and her dealings with Jason. As she climbed back on her feet, careful not to slip up on the blood again, she knew it wasn't the brightest of ideas, most people in her situation would've probably run for the front entrance, get themselves the hell out of there, but she needed to know what'd happened to everyone, especially Paul.
Treading carefully upon her bare feet, leaving behind bloody footprints, Ginny wrapped her arms around her chest, the feeling of dread causing her skin to pimple, as she continued to follow the trail. It was deathly quiet inside the hospital, something you don't really expect to hear, especially in this place. The blood trail finally turned off to the right, into a room that had no windows to look into, just the door that was left slightly ajar.
Before going in, Ginny scanned the hall for anything she could defend herself with, but found out a few seconds later that there wasn't. So, she had to go it alone, reaching out to push the door open slowly, to find out who was behind it.
As it creaked open Ginny immediately backed away as soon as she saw Paul's dead body dangling from the ceiling, her back slamming into the wall on the opposite side, her hand over her mouth to stop herself from vomiting.
"No…please God, no," Ginny whispered to herself, hands pressed against the side of her head, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare, but finding that she couldn't. After what felt like forever sitting up against the wall, Ginny slowly clambered back onto her feet, staring at Paul's hanging corpse with tear-filled eyes as she sauntered gradually in his direction, as though her feet were working by themselves.
Just as she was a few feet away from the door, someone jumped out from behind it, slashing down at her with a scalpel, and managing to cut a line straight down her arm. Ginny cried out in pain, hand pressed firmly on the wound as she averted from her attacker. When she turned to face them, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"…Jason? But you're dead," she almost whispered, but it was loud enough for Jason to hear, "You can't be alive. I killed you!" She screamed now, backing away seeing as Jason was lumbering toward her.
He brandished the scalpel he was holding in his right hand, Ginny seeing her blood dripping from its blade, feeling as though she was back at the Counsellor Training Centre. Jason slashed through the air vertically, Ginny arching herself back, the scalpel just missing her. The force of the attack caused Ginny to fall hard on her butt, but she didn't stop moving. She crawled backward, trying to keep some distance between herself and Jason before she had enough time to climb to her feet, and run in the other direction.
She found herself loping back to the room she'd been occupying, slamming the door behind her, and barricading it with the nearby chair. Making sure that the back of it was underneath the handle so it wouldn't open. She stood there for what felt like hours until Jason started banging on the door, jiggling with the handle in his attempt to get inside.
Ginny backed away, eyes on the door handle as he persisted in jiggling it as though sooner or later it was going to open. Eventually he stopped, the hospital quiet again as she heard his footsteps disappearing into the distance. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, hand over her heart and not surprised to feel it beating hard against it.
Not sure whether he was really out there or not, Ginny opted to escape out of the window, seeing as the hospital didn't have any floors. Backing away leisurely Ginny watched both the door and the window to make sure that he wasn't about to jump through them in his endeavour to get to her.
Just as she turned around, Jason was right there behind her, disfigured face looking down on her, hand reaching out to grab her. Ginny screamed as she tried to dodge out of the way of his grip, wondering how the hell he got inside without her notice or making any noise, but he seized her by her hair, pulling it back so it exposed her neck to him.
The pain was excruciating and tears dripped down the side of her head, and that was when Ginny knew that this was it. Looking into his one good eye, she knew that she was about to die, and that his conquest would be over. Watching as he raised the scalpel over his head, Ginny screamed out in vain, knowing that no-one was going to help her before the scalpel descended…straight through her left eye…