Survival of the Fittest
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Sam tried to hide the shock and fear she was feeling.
"What do you mean?"
"He wanted me to hurt people. He used to teach me how to do it, and what to do after I killed them. He even gave me a list of names to memorize… a list of people to kill."
Then the girl gasped, and her eyes widened. She sank to the ground, tearful. Sam rushed over to her.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Sam asked, concerned. By then, Zoe had seen them and ran over.
"Sam, what is it? What's going on?"
Sam ignored her, and turned to face the girl. She looked deep into her eyes and saw something that worried her. She was conflicted, something was making her scared. Then Sam realized. She realised why the girl had ran, and why she had panicked when she thought about the list of names.
"My name was on that list, wasn't it?" Sam whispered.
The girl nodded.
Sam stood up and backed off a few paces. She knew that if it came to a fight, she would probably lose. Zoe looked up at Sam, and decided that it was best to copy her movements. Zoe backed off and stood next to Sam.
"Sam, what is it? What list?"
Sam ignored her again.
"Do you know why he wanted me dead?" She asked the girl.
"He said you shot someone you shouldn't have, and that anyone who fired a shot at his people deserved to die."
Sam sighed, Screw you, karma. It was a bloody mistake…
"Do you want to kill me?" she whispered.
The girl began to cry, "No…" she whispered.
Sam sat down beside the girl, still on her guard for an attack.
"Then don't," She whispered, and the girl nodded, crying, and leant her head against Sam's shoulder.
Zoe looked confused.
"Sam, what the hell is going on here?"
After Sam had explained, they moved the girl back to her room. The girl didn't stop watching Sam, and it was obvious she didn't trust her.
"It's okay, you know- I'm not going to hurt you," Sam whispered.
"And I'm not going to hurt you…" the girl replied, smiling slightly.
Sam nodded at her, "I know you're not."
When they returned the girl to her bed, Sam chased Zoe from the room.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"No, but we need her to trust us. And anyway, what use would you be in a fight? Except as a human shield, I suppose…" Sam mused, and Zoe shoved her gently, minding her broken ribs.
When Zoe had left, Sam turned to the girl.
"I'll be right back, okay? I've got to talk to someone…"
When Sam returned a few minutes later, Nick and Superintendent Rippon were behind her. What they saw shook them all. The young girl was crouched in a corner, covering her ears, with blood pouring from a cut on her hand.
"I won't," she whispered, "I don't want to…"
Nick and Yvonne went to move forward, but Sam raised a hand and stopped them. Instead, Sam herself approached the girl, and knelt in front of her.
"What is it, what's wrong?" She questioned gently.
"I can hear his voice… he keeps telling me to do it, to kill you. But I don't want to- I want him to leave me alone, to go away… but he won't!" She began to sob, and held out her hand to Sam. Inside it, was the source of the cut, a scalpel, which he'd obviously told her to use.
"Take it…" she cried, "please…"
Sam took the scalpel gently, and slid it along the floor towards Nick and Yvonne. She moved closer to the girl.
"Ignore his voice, it's not real…"
"It is; I can hear him now! GET OUT! GET OUT!" She screamed, pressing her hands harder against her right ear.
Sam moved the girl's hands from her ear gently, and looked at it.
"Mr Jordan- there's something in her ear," she explained, beckoning Nick forward.
Nick crouched beside the girl and saw what Sam was showing him. It was a small, black circle, sat at the bottom of the ear. From it, crackled a voice.
"Do it… kill her…"
The girl screamed again.
"No! I won't! I won't kill her, she saved me from you…"
Sam pulled her girl's hands away from her ears, firmly, and held them in her own.
"Listen to me- you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can stop you hearing him- just stay very still for me, okay?"
The girl nodded, and Sam helped her to her hospital bed.
A nervous five minutes later, and the implant was removed. Yvonne placed it safely into an evidence bag and left to interview the girl's attacker once more. The girl was left, sat alone with Sam and Nick. Sam began to bandage the cut on the girl's hand.
"I was so scared…"
"I know," Sam whispered.
"I didn't want to hurt you…" the girl croaked.
"I know."
"You're… you're the only person who I can remember being… nice to me," the girl explained.
"Well, you obviously haven't met any good people yet. But everyone here will be nice to you, I promise." Sam smiled, finishing bandaging the wound and holding the hand up so the girl could see it,
"But you seem to be doing a good job of hurting yourself."
Sam spent the rest her shift sat with the girl, because it was a fortunately quiet night. She only left her side once, to talk to Nick.
"Mr Jordan- what's going to happen to her, when we're finished?"
"Well, Yvonne told me today- he adopted her, so she'll go back into care."
Sam looked disheartened, "She can't, it's not right!"
"I know, Sam- but unless someone adopts her, that's what'll happen."