"Chapter Six - Torment & Murder"
He staggered down the catacomb-like hallways. The two nurses kept a strong grasp on the straps of the straitjacket. They made their way towards a large room. A large metal structure stood thus in the middle of the room. Only one word could come to Willard's mind. Torture.
"This technique is used for all formidable patients," Dr. Long smirked and continued, "What you did yesterday was awful." He lay on the thick steel bed. No sheets nor pillow to lay his head. It was cold. "This should make your mind right," she undid the straitjacket. His legs were strapped tightly to the cold metal bed. "After this you will never think of striking another person again. All for that rat. I really should..." she stopped talking and looked up. Who should walk in the room but that patronizing nurse, Jim. "I heard what you were about to do from the staff. This proceeder hasn't been done in decades. I wanted to watch," Jim smiled at the doctor and sat in a metal chair near the door.
He was locked tightly to the metal structure with thick leather straps. A tray holding syringes filled with different coloured liquids stood beside her. She held with one hand his right arm while grasping a syringe filled with black liquid with the other. Stabbing his arm with the syringe he closed his eyes. It stung. He could feel his whole body turning cold. Feeling the drug racing through his blood stream, he screamed. A paroxysm of shaking overtook his body as she stuck him with yet another needle. This time the color of liquid contained in the syringe was translucent. Tears ran down his face as he screamed in torment. After injecting him with the strange coloured liquids she stood back and watched as the drugs took hold of him.
Dr. Long stared in satisfaction the torture Willard was experiencing. A whole hour past and the affects faded. He stopped shaking and he lay there still awake. His eyes stayed closed for he was unable to lift them. He was so tired he could not move a muscle. "That was great," the nurse sitting in the chair stood up and clapped. This made the doctor smile and thank the nurse. "If you wouldn't mind go get that rat friend of his. I'm sure you know where it's being kept. I have a few things to do, so take it to my office next week." she told the Jim. He looked at her in dismay. "What do you want it for?" he asked. "I want to examine it. I want to know why it seems to communicate with him so well," she glanced over at the limp and slightly twitching Willard. The nurse nodded and left the room. "You two take him back to room 3-911," she told the two large nurses who were standing by as if they were gaurding the room.
The two large nurses walked over to Willard and unstrapped his limp body from the metal structure. They grabbed his arms and began to drag him out of the room with his two feet sliding against the cold floor. Making their way back down the catacomb like hallways they made their way back to the main floor of the hospital where his original room was waiting. Although he could not open his eyes or move any part of his limp body he heard the nurses talking.
"What do you think of this guy?" he heard the nurse holding his left arm say. The nurse holding his arm on the right replied. "I always thought the guy looked sad. What did he do in the first place to have to go through that? Man, I tell ya. I didn't even know they still did that treatment here. I thought this place was up to date." the nurse on the right shook his head. "You were there. Don't you remember?" the nurse on the left said. "Yeah, I do. But he didn't do anything. She enticed him. I think she gets a joy out of it. He didn't even grab her that hard. He only wanted her to give back that rat thing of his which she gave to him then decided to take it back." the right nurse replied. "I think we should turn her in. That was ultimately cruel what she did to the poor guy." the left nurse said while they made their way up some long dark stairs to the main floor. "What? And get fired? No, lets just let it be. I've had a hard enough time getting this job." the right nurse sighed. "I guess your right. Maybe the guy will fight back somehow. If he does. I don't want to be around when he does." the left nurse said sadly. The two finally made it to room 3-911 and placed Willard's limp body on his bed and locked the door behind them.
Thoughts ran through his head while lying there on his soft but decrepit hospital bed. Thoughts of revenge. Thoughts of escape. Thoughts...that meant something deadly.
Meanwhile Jim had made his way to the room in which Socrates was being held. He could hear little scratches coming from within the room. Every once in awhile he would hear a squeal. He thought it was only the little white rat so he opened the door. He spotted the cage and made his way towards it. The door suddenly shut as if by itself. He looked back and noticed a pile of rats had somehow closed the door with impact. A look of panic overtook his face. All of the rats little beady eyes stared all around him. They were everywhere around the room. The nurse and the rats stared back at each other for only a few seconds which seemed like an hour till one rat decided to attack. It jumped on the nurses neck and bit a large chunk of skin from his now bleeding neck. The rest of the rats followed this rats lead. He screamed in anguish. Blood splat around the room. Losing too much blood made him fall backward onto the floor. With his eyes still wide open he took his last breath. Blood poured from his mouth. Jim was dead. The rats dispersed and an eerie silence overtook the room and labyrinth of empty hallways surrounding it.
He staggered down the catacomb-like hallways. The two nurses kept a strong grasp on the straps of the straitjacket. They made their way towards a large room. A large metal structure stood thus in the middle of the room. Only one word could come to Willard's mind. Torture.
"This technique is used for all formidable patients," Dr. Long smirked and continued, "What you did yesterday was awful." He lay on the thick steel bed. No sheets nor pillow to lay his head. It was cold. "This should make your mind right," she undid the straitjacket. His legs were strapped tightly to the cold metal bed. "After this you will never think of striking another person again. All for that rat. I really should..." she stopped talking and looked up. Who should walk in the room but that patronizing nurse, Jim. "I heard what you were about to do from the staff. This proceeder hasn't been done in decades. I wanted to watch," Jim smiled at the doctor and sat in a metal chair near the door.
He was locked tightly to the metal structure with thick leather straps. A tray holding syringes filled with different coloured liquids stood beside her. She held with one hand his right arm while grasping a syringe filled with black liquid with the other. Stabbing his arm with the syringe he closed his eyes. It stung. He could feel his whole body turning cold. Feeling the drug racing through his blood stream, he screamed. A paroxysm of shaking overtook his body as she stuck him with yet another needle. This time the color of liquid contained in the syringe was translucent. Tears ran down his face as he screamed in torment. After injecting him with the strange coloured liquids she stood back and watched as the drugs took hold of him.
Dr. Long stared in satisfaction the torture Willard was experiencing. A whole hour past and the affects faded. He stopped shaking and he lay there still awake. His eyes stayed closed for he was unable to lift them. He was so tired he could not move a muscle. "That was great," the nurse sitting in the chair stood up and clapped. This made the doctor smile and thank the nurse. "If you wouldn't mind go get that rat friend of his. I'm sure you know where it's being kept. I have a few things to do, so take it to my office next week." she told the Jim. He looked at her in dismay. "What do you want it for?" he asked. "I want to examine it. I want to know why it seems to communicate with him so well," she glanced over at the limp and slightly twitching Willard. The nurse nodded and left the room. "You two take him back to room 3-911," she told the two large nurses who were standing by as if they were gaurding the room.
The two large nurses walked over to Willard and unstrapped his limp body from the metal structure. They grabbed his arms and began to drag him out of the room with his two feet sliding against the cold floor. Making their way back down the catacomb like hallways they made their way back to the main floor of the hospital where his original room was waiting. Although he could not open his eyes or move any part of his limp body he heard the nurses talking.
"What do you think of this guy?" he heard the nurse holding his left arm say. The nurse holding his arm on the right replied. "I always thought the guy looked sad. What did he do in the first place to have to go through that? Man, I tell ya. I didn't even know they still did that treatment here. I thought this place was up to date." the nurse on the right shook his head. "You were there. Don't you remember?" the nurse on the left said. "Yeah, I do. But he didn't do anything. She enticed him. I think she gets a joy out of it. He didn't even grab her that hard. He only wanted her to give back that rat thing of his which she gave to him then decided to take it back." the right nurse replied. "I think we should turn her in. That was ultimately cruel what she did to the poor guy." the left nurse said while they made their way up some long dark stairs to the main floor. "What? And get fired? No, lets just let it be. I've had a hard enough time getting this job." the right nurse sighed. "I guess your right. Maybe the guy will fight back somehow. If he does. I don't want to be around when he does." the left nurse said sadly. The two finally made it to room 3-911 and placed Willard's limp body on his bed and locked the door behind them.
Thoughts ran through his head while lying there on his soft but decrepit hospital bed. Thoughts of revenge. Thoughts of escape. Thoughts...that meant something deadly.
Meanwhile Jim had made his way to the room in which Socrates was being held. He could hear little scratches coming from within the room. Every once in awhile he would hear a squeal. He thought it was only the little white rat so he opened the door. He spotted the cage and made his way towards it. The door suddenly shut as if by itself. He looked back and noticed a pile of rats had somehow closed the door with impact. A look of panic overtook his face. All of the rats little beady eyes stared all around him. They were everywhere around the room. The nurse and the rats stared back at each other for only a few seconds which seemed like an hour till one rat decided to attack. It jumped on the nurses neck and bit a large chunk of skin from his now bleeding neck. The rest of the rats followed this rats lead. He screamed in anguish. Blood splat around the room. Losing too much blood made him fall backward onto the floor. With his eyes still wide open he took his last breath. Blood poured from his mouth. Jim was dead. The rats dispersed and an eerie silence overtook the room and labyrinth of empty hallways surrounding it.