I would just like to give a very special shout out to the-dark-poetess-911 whom gives some of the best reviews ever! You honestly make me keep on writing, along with Angel 1932. I hope you guys like this chapter and to answer your question darkpoetess, he is...NOT the father as Maury would so dramatically say. They have absolutely no relation, but Abby has one hell of a history behind her and we may or may not figure it out. So...enjoy!
Chapter 4 - Diabolical Duties
As Abby chewed viciously at her binds, attempting to undo one arm, a plan began to sprout. It wasn't genius by any means, but it would at least give Lindsey, Jenny, and the Japanese man a chance to escape. Or so she hoped.
What it involved was using a bit of self defense skills she'd learned along with attempting to remember just exactly which drug did what.
Because her mother worked in a pharmaceutical company, Abby was able to faintly recall a lot of the drugs she'd seen or learned about. One in particular she'd remembered had become rather popular at one time was called Modafinil and it was prescribed to those who had trouble waking up or staying vigilant. The drug went through numerous restrictions by the FDA because of its' constant abuse, but it worked just as well as speed and just as quickly.
There was no way Abby could accurately predict whether it would actually wake up her sedated friends. She didn't know what the doctor had used to make them pass out in the first place. It could have been liquified choloroform or Rohipnol once again or even something as simple as crushing Xanex into powdered pieces and then entering it into the syringe.
So many different choices had made Abby hesitant about the side effects of feeding her friends the drug. Hell, the doctor might not even have the drug.
But then again, Heiter seemed like the type of man to have the drugs on hand just from what she'd seen of his storage and his status. There were entire cupboards dedicated to countless liquified and sold medical drugs. She had to at least try in that sense.
With this plan settling itself hopefully in her head, Abby was able to hold on to the strap surrounding her wrist with the tips of her teeth and slide it toward her. This loosened the constriction and she was able to slip her left hand out.
Hurriedly, Abby threw her eyes toward Heiter and stilled as he stepped in between Lindsey and herself. His mind was preoccupied on his task and for this, Abby was eternally thankful. She had a horrible inkling that this might be the last time she'd see her friends' separated.
As soon as Heiter's form leaned over Lindsey, Abby turned to the opposite hand. Breathing in calmly so as not to indicate her dangerous actions, she bit on to the wrap and tugged.
C'mon you bastard.
And just like that, her arm was tugged out of the binds. Two seconds later and she'd managed to unwrap the tape keeping her IV in.
Hearing Lindsey's scream, Abby stilled herself as Heiter injected the sedative.
In between soft pants, Abby began pushing herself up on to her elbows. The sweat cascading down her back only indicated how weak she really was from the drugs. Just as she was about to sit up, her muscles crumbled and she fell back into the bed.
Meanwhile, Lindsey's protests grew softer and softer.
C'mon, one more time. Please, don't fail me now.
Abby gritted her teeth and pushed with a mix of core and elbow until she was in a firm sitting position. With nimble fingers, she swiftly released the binds on both of her legs.
Heiter's form straightened and Abby felt the beat of her heart racing a million miles per hour. However, she managed to spin her form so her legs were hanging off the cot only inches from the doctor.
It dawned on her right then and there that this would probably be the only chance she'd ever have to escape. And that thought shot such a frigid blast of fear to her heart she nearly choked.
So with this newfound survival instinct laying residence in her body, Abby prepared herself.
And for a horrifying moment Abby thought Heiter knew she'd escaped from her binds. Why else would he take so long to turn around?
But when he did, the surprise on his face was something Abby would have liked to take a picture of. Mouth open, eyes wide, jaw slack.
And while he took her unbound form in, Abby swung her fist forward and connected with his lower jaw.
The strength even took her by surprise as Heiter's form flew back into the trolley.
At this, Abby took the final jump and landed shakily on her legs.
She flung herself out of Heiter's grasp as he came back at her and with reflexes like a fox, kicked him as harshly as she could in the stomach.
Down he went and she wasted no time falling on top of him. A choked gasp flew from his lips as her form landed on his stomach. Her hands immediately went to his throat.
Heiter thrashed underneath her, eyes bugging as she increased pressure on to his throat. As much as he did try to throw her off, Abby felt her body's sluggishness and found it aiding her as it held the man down like an anchor.
It was when Abby had managed to hold on for eight seconds straight that Heiter's clawing at her arms began to lighten up. Three more seconds, with the pressure on his throat increased each second, Heiter finally managed to blink lazily before five more seconds had his head fall back with a thud on to the cold floor.
Abby's body was shaking as her hands refused to unclench from their position around his throat. Anytime she believed he'd come back up at her. But a few seconds passed by and the man still laid unconscious.
The others.
Pushing herself hesitantly off the floor Abby made sure not to stare at the doctor for too long. Even his unconscious form seemed threatening.
Instead, she dragged her body toward Lindsey's bed and placed a shaky, sweaty palm on her cheek.
For a second, Abby's brain refused to work. All she could do was stare helplessly down at her friend. Every detail of her plan threatened to disappear within the recess of her mind.
Snap out of it. Snap out of it!
Shaking her head, Abby's eyes trailed down the length of Lindsey's arm. All the while, her brain tried to insert the same surviving instinct that had caused her to choke their attacker into unconsciousness.
The Modafinil!
Twirling around, she studied the rows of medication the doctor had displayed on the opposite side of the room and nearly gave up at the thought of looking through each case.
Mom said that a good doctor has them alphabetized.
Ignoring the bile rising through her Abby shuffled to the medicine cabinets. Her eyes scanned over medications until to her great relief, they began in alphabetical order.
Her fingers slipped swiftly over the packages and boxes until the M's caught her focus.
She inhaled deeply and read off in her mind the different medicines. Some were distinctly German while others were internationally well known.
And when her fingers found the Modafinil, Abby nearly teared up. But, she remembered that time was of the essence and the doctor might wake up at any time.
Grabbing the box, she tore it open and smiled at the yellow, oval pills.
Keeping her hands steady Abby took one out, found a surgical steel knife and placed it firmly atop the pill. Slamming it five times over the pill finally caused its' recession into powder.
Scanning the perimeter, she searched above her and threw open two doors to a glass cabinet. Inside were packaged syringes.
As she worked on liquefying the drug she attempted not to think too much about the man behind on the floor.
He could be waking up right about now.
Biting harshly down on her lip Abby willed these thoughts to leave her. If they stayed, there was no way they could leave this place alive.
In minutes, the Modafinil was liquefied and Abby shuffled back to Lindsey's bed.
Holding the IV as carefully as she could, a silent prayer entered her head. Before she could hesitate she stuck the needle in and ran back to the other side of the room.
For ten minutes straight, Abby followed a strict pattern of crushing the Modafinil, forcing the pieces into the syringe, adding the briefest amount of water in before sliding the needle part into place.
It was when Abby shuffled over to inject the Japanese man did Lindsey begin to stir.
"Uhhhh."
Pushing the remainder of the drug into the IV, Abby drifted her gaze to Lindsey's slightly active body.
Oh yes...thank you for working!
Rushing back to the medicine counter, Abby threw the syringe down and gathered a cloth. She wetted it under the cool water coming from the sink and was just about to rush to her friend's side when something caught her eye.
You never know...this might not work out. Where would I be after that?
Abby attempted to ignore this thought but before she knew it, her fingers grabbed the bottle and slipped it into the hip band of her underwear.
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"Abby?" Lindsey gingerly whispered.
"Shh," she cooed, running the cold cloth over her forehead.
"I can't-."
"I know it's going to be tough, but you have to try. If you don't try, you will face a fate worse than death," Abby stated.
Lindsey recalled the doctor's mad use for them and nodded her head aggressively.
Squeezing her hand assuredly Abby ran to Jenny's cot and gracefully slid out the IV. Slicing through the binds, Abby positioned Jenny as carefully as she could so that she'd be able to steady herself on both elbows. She then repeated the same patting motions over her forehead until her eyes began to open.
Rushing over one last time, Abby gently applied the cloth to the Japanese man's face, praying he'd feel the change in body temperature. If he didn't...
I am not leaving him to that kind of fate.
In the meantime, her eyes kept trailing over to the doctor's form on the ground.
I should just kill him.
But this thought was firmly denied for a reason far too engraved within her to comprehend. She would not be a killer like her-.
"Argh!"
Jumping, Abby spun around and watched the Japanese man's eyes open in confusion.
Just as he was about to begin another screech Abby threw her palm over his mouth and put a finger up to her lips. Gesturing her head behind she allowed him to see the doctor's form on the ground.
Once more she put her finger to her lips and nodded.
The man nodded back and allowed her to help him push up into a sitting position.
"We have to get out of here," Lindsey whispered as she slipped Jenny's stumbling form off the cot.
Abby was about to agree when a fearful thought struck her.
Facing Lindsey, Abby remarked, "He has the keys to the front door and probably his car."
"Shit," Lindsey sputtered, glancing at Heiter's form.
They then met each other's eyes and Abby nodded her head in affirmation.
"Alright, I'll do it. You get upstairs and help this guy too. Wait for me at the front door."
Lindsey's answer was a nod as she momentarily let go of Jenny's balancing form and instead, walked over and took one of the Japanese man's arms, letting it fall over her shoulder.
Jenny watched in confusion but ventured a few steps forward on steady feet.
"Grab his other arm and get upstairs," Abby softly commanded.
"What are you going to do?" she slurred out.
"I'm getting the keys."
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Please don't wake up.
That was the only thought soaring through Abby's mind as her hands traveled into Heiter's white lab coat. No keys were in either pocket, but she checked his pants only to discover one set of keys she determined to belong to his car.
Upon further inspection however, those were the only keys she found on him.
Damn it, he doesn't have the house keys.
Blowing a dejected sigh, Abby stood up and backed away. But as she did so, her leg accidentally brushed against his and to her horror, his leg reacted to the touch.
He's waking up.
Smothering the keys into her palm Abby wasted no time as her legs carried her out of the hospital room and up the stairs, hoping it'd be the last time she'd ever see the place.
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"Lindsey? Jenny?" Abby questioned into the open hallway.
The front hallway was vacant however.
"Abby!"
Jumping up in her place Abby placed a hand to her heart as Jenny's form peeked out of one room.
"We've almost broken through the glass with a pan we found in the kitchen," she answered, moving into the room.
The sound of metal smashing into glass increased the closer Abby got to the room. But then she remembered what happened down stairs.
So before Jenny could enter the room, Abby pulled at her arm and faced her.
"Don't panic, but Heiter is waking up."
Jenny's eyes widened and her body tried to pull free of Abby's grip.
"NO," Abby commanded, "please, you have to listen to what I say if you want to survive. He's going to come up here, but you will have the keys."
With this, Abby pried one of Jenny's hands open and placed the keys within her palm.
"What about you?" she whispered out.
"I'm going to distract him. I'll go one way and that should buy you guys enough time to-."
"You're not going to make it," she noted solemnly.
Abby nodded her head. The need to cry was there, but no tears formed.
"No, I'm not. But that's alright because I've got my own little plan B for that. But as soon as you get inside that car, I want you to get the hell out. Don't wait for me, don't try to come back, don't even think about doing something noble. This is where your flight instinct is at its' greatest so please, take advantage of it."
Jenny nodded her head as tears slid down her cheeks.
"Now go," Abby demanded.
Sniffing, Jenny studied Abby one last time.
"I-thank you so much," she sobbed.
And with one last squeeze of Abby's hands, Jenny turned around and sprinted into the room behind her. When the final sound of glass smashing reached Abby's ears in the hallway, she knew it was time.
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Abby watched Heiter's form stumble up the stairs. Only three minutes ago the trio had smashed through the glass door and were hopefully in the car by now.
The doctor's eyes searched that way, but before he could take a step in that direction, Abby kicked a glass cup at her feet.
The clamor alerted the doctor to her presence and with a look of false surprise, Abby took off in the opposite direction of her friends with the doctor following soon after.
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"Let me in!" he yelled, one fist slamming against the door.
Abby slithered further into the room. There were no windows inside of it and the walls were thin enough for her to have heard the start of the engine. But just barely because Heiter's bangs against the door nearly blocked them out.
At least they'll be safe.
Another slam against the door caused a crack to trail down and it was at this moment that Abby reached under her gown and pulled out the bottle she'd stashed there.
Observing the liquid, she sighed.
Three months ago and she would never have imagined what she'd be doing right now. Still, life has that strange way of creeping up on you and sometimes actions are taken out of your hands.
A piece of wood splintered off the door and scurried across the floor. It landed near her feet.
All the things she'd wanted to do, not just in Germany but in life, came crashing down as she uncapped the bottle.
I'll never be able to find out what happened to dad. Or get married. Or have my own little cottage in Europe. Screw that. If I get the chance, I'm never coming back to this country again.
But it wasn't the country's fault. Simply one man possessed by the idea.
Toasting to the dimly lit room, Abby lifted the bottle to her lips and smelled.
That's ghastly.
Closing her eyes Abby tilted her head back and swallowed the bottle of opium. The bottle she'd taken would be just strong enough, just enough in quantity to kill her. And that, she reasoned, was a better fate than anything this madman had to offer.
30 seconds later, Heiter finally broke down the door and found Abby slowly retreating into her own piece of mind with the empty bottle resting nonchalantly in her hand. He cursed violently in German and somewhere further away, Abby heard the words and smiled in victory.
I was tempted just to end it there...and maybe some of you want me to, but I do have more up my sleeve. Let me know what you're thinking in a review :).