Author:! Thankyou for the reviews, favorites and follows! You guys are great! Here's the escape chapter, when things hit the fan! Also important little note. Sometime in the future, this story will garner an M rating for gore, possible torture and sexual things. You've been warned. ;)
The next few days seemed to pass by without a hitch. Everything as normal as they could be. Nadia had caught up with her uncle, and was chatting with him in the halls.
"Maybe he just really likes your smell." Ismael said. "He's not getting too touchy now, is he?"
"No, he doesn't do anything dirty... He just likes to smell me. I'll just assume I have very good personal hygiene." Nadia chuckled. "So, you know this is going to Michaels last session with Loomis, right?"
"Yeah, I heard that. It's a shame. For the amount of time I've wanted to punch that old bastard, I thought he did Michael some good." Ismael paused outside a room. "Nice scrubs, by the way." He laughed, and Nadia rolled her eyes. They were black, with little sugar skulls decorating them.
"Día de Muertos." Nadia said, giving a goofy thumbs up.
"Dia what now?" Noel stepped out of the door.
"Day of the Dead." Nadia said, still obviously irritated from their last encounter."What's he doing here?"
"My job." Noel huffed.
"That's a first." Nadia mumbled.
"Children, calm down." Ismael looked between the two."He helps me take Michael down. "
Nadia rolled her eyes but nodded, walking with the two. She bit her tongue when she heard Noel rambling on, but mostly ignored him. She stepped forward and unlocked the cell, watching as the two men went about their work.
"Okay Mikey, you know the drill." Michael calmly stood up, as Noal spouted off his mouth. Nadia glared as Noel grabbed at one of the masks.
"Hey man-"
"Hey-"
"Don't touch the masks." Ismael and Nadia spoke at the same time, their voices echoing each other. They both cracked a smile, but Noel put the mask back.
"Man, I don't understand why you people coddle this freak." He grumbled.
Nadia followed along, but nearly tripped over her feet when Michael moved a cuffed hand and pushed her in front of him to walk. She shrugged, and did as directed.
Usually, Loomis and Michaels sessions were private, but Nadia couldn't help but sneak into the room and watch. She watched from behind Loomis. Michael dwarfed the chair he was strapped to, and Nadia was still amazed at just how large he'd grown. She listened to Loomis talk, and watched Michaels body language. He was listening, but obviously didn't care about much of what was being said.
"I have to ask, Michael. You've never shown any interest in being free." Loomis said. "Do you want to be free, Michael?"
Nadia saw his arm muscles flex, something Loomis was too oblivious to catch.
"Or is there a reason you haven't tried to leave? Maybe.. A nurse?" Nadia squinted. What was Loomis trying? Whatever it was, it caused Michael to lift his head, and stare directly at Loomis. "I'm sorry I failed you. Michael. Perhaps she will have better luck bringing some semblance of humanity to that dark mind."
Nadia watched Loomis begin to pack his things up, before she noticed Michaels head turn. He stared directly at her, and Nadia stared back. She felt the blood drain out of her face as the shine in his eyes returned. It was clear, obvious. Yet, when Loomis looked up at Michael, he showed no reaction.
Nadia wanted to say something, to point it out. Her feet stayed stuck to the floor, however. He continued to stare.
Slowly, it became clear that Loomis couldn't see it. Only she was seeing it. Perhaps she was the only one who could see.
Nadia retreated to the safety of the break room, her thoughts running in circles around her. There was no lying to herself, she was the only who saw it.
"Just finish the day out. " Nadia whispered to herself, checking her phone and grabbing change from her purse. "You'll make it." She bought a soda, and psyched herself up to finish her work. The last few hours seemed to go off without any real issue. Michael behaved himself, and so did his eyes.
She'd almost bolted out of the hospital, sitting in her car with the radio playing low. Something kept her from driving off, as she played with the keys. Her stomach was twisted.
"I have to know." The car door slammed, and her feet jogged through the parking lot. "Just ask him." Nadia told herself. She'd confront him, ask, and that would be it.
As she ascended the stairs, Nadia noticed the lights for this floor were still on. As she rounded the corner, she spotted Noel and one of the other guards, Kendall or something. They had ahold of a female patient.
"Hey!" Nadia yelled, moving quickly. Kendall let go of the woman immediately, as Nadia glared. She gently ushered the woman back into her cell, and locked it shut.
It was a surprise, when Noel grabbed her arms and pulled them back behind her. "Let go of me!" She tried wrenching away, twisting her body, but his grip held strong.
"Now, I said we'd have fun." Noel drawled."Looks like this bitch will do."
"You're fucking dead!" Nadia yelled, kicking her legs out. She pushed against the wall and slammed Noel back into the opposing wall. He grunted.
"Grab her fuckin' legs, Ken!" Noel yelled. Kendall did, rendering Nadia perfectly useless in fighting.
"Hey Noel, isn't this bitch the one you were talking about being up on Michaels dick all the time?"
"Yeah." Noel laughed. Kendall dropped her legs and Noel shoved her into the wall, getting a better grip on her.
They pushed her down the hall. Kendall opened the door to Michaels cell. He was sat at his desk, as if the whole situation hadn't resonated with him. It made Nadia pause her fight, as she just stared at him.
"Don't worry Mikey!" Noel laughed, pushing Nadia into Kendall, who grabbed her. "We'll leave her in here for you to have a go! When were done!"
Kendall's hands began grabbing at her pants, trying to tear and pull them off. Noel grabbed one of the masks off the wall, laughing as he pressed it to his face.
"M-Michael!" Nadia yelled. It was like she had hit a mental switch. Michael stood up swiftly, grabbed Kendall by the throat, and slammed his body against the wall like a rag doll. Nadia shuffled back and fixed her pants, dropping to the floor as she pressed her back to the wall. She heard cracking, and Noel yelling. She closed her eyes, body shaking. Then Noel screamed.
Outside the cell, she heard each bash as Michael smashed the mans skull against the wall, over and over.
Then, nothing. Nadia didn't move, barely breathed. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Kendall dropped on the bed, not moving. She didn't know how long she sat there, before she heard her uncles voice in the hall. Then she heard the sound of cuffs.
Dread washed over her body. Nadia crawled slowly out the door. She tried to ignore the spatter from Noel, standing on unsure legs.
"Nadia?" Ismael looked past Michael. It was a mistake. Michael grabbed him, and Nadia screamed, covering her mouth. Michael dragged the thrashing man.
"Michael! Michael no!" Nadia bolted on shaky legs. She was just in time to see Michael bury his face in a sink full of water.
"Stop!" She screamed, grabbing his arm.
The force behind the swing sent Nadia's body back into the wall. Her head smacked first, and she dropped to the floor, colors swirling. She vaguely heard her uncle yell for her to run. She didn't want to leave him, but her body began to move. Running was no option, so she crawled, trying to keep her eyes focused ahead.
This. This is what she had been fearing. This is what she knew Michael could do, but was never prepared for. Slowly, with the aid of a wall, Nadia pulled herself up. She regained some composure, though her skull throbbed. Touching her head, she felt no blood. Good.
Nadia commanded her body to move, using the wall as a crutch. When she finally got out the door, her body grew too heavy. She dropped to hands and knees in the parking lot, crawling again.
The door slammed open behind her, and Nadia felt her body freeze. She couldn't move any farther.
A hand grabbed the back of her shirt, lifting the whole of her body with no issue. She struggled on her feet, falling back against his body. The blood was still on his hands. "Stop!" She screamed, as he spun her body around. Her fingers dug into his shirt. Her eyes squeezed shut. One hand gripped around her throat, but it migrated back, grabbing her hair painfully on the back of her. He tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him.
Those eyes. Nadia reached up and pushed his mask back, her breathing shallow. Her eyes wanted to close so badly, but she stared into his face.
The corners of his mouth were upturned, as he lowered his face to her neck. His mouth trailed up the tender, dark skin, simply feeling the texture. Smelling her.
Nadia shuddered in the grip, a sick feeling pooling in her stomach. She closed her eyes, and couldn't hold it back anymore. Her thoughts flooded with darkness, and her body went limp in Michaels grip.