The Voices Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers, it's characters, places, etc., they are owned by Saban. Robert Montry is mine, my sole creation.
Dinner was waiting, it's steamy essence carried me down the hallway to the trolley that held them. It smelled delicious no matter what it was. A tray that was handed to me. Holding it and walking into the TV room, I found a seat in front of that TV and began to dig in. For once I had an appetite, even for watery bean soup.
Gulping down every bit of it, even asking for my neighbor if he wanted his, I ate and ate till my stomach was about to burst. Several cartons of milk went down with it. Rest assure I would feel it again in the morning, but for today there is no care. No longer famished, my belly and I retired to the room to reminisce and write.
"As Kim bounded to my room, in the hallway, a figure lurked. Stepping off of the elevator, a heavy trench coat, cloaked man steps forward with calculated strides in the brightly lit hallways. The security door was left ajar, he easily passed through, slipped past the nurse's station, creeping towards Kimberly's room. With clothed shoes muffling it's foot steps, it came closer, reached for the door, gently tapping on it. "Come in!" Kimberly said, as she continued writing in her notepad..."
The door opened slightly, a figure slipped in, closing the door behind it. When I looked up to see whom it was, a heated sensation slapped across my left cheek. I looked up, the figure retreated back towards the door. Holding my bleeding wound with one hand, I stood, "Who are you?" demanding an answer. His jacket crumbled to the ground, the mask came off. My eyes widened when I discovered his true identity.
"I know you! Your the girl at the trial!" pointing a finger at her.
"That's right! You killed my brother! Now I'm going to kill you!" That was her sole intention. With demon fire eyes, she lunged at me, large knife in hand, screaming like a banshee. With a full stomach and weak body, I was easily pinned to the cold floor. Her knife inched closer and closer to my chest. The girls eyes and anger never let up, teeth gritted with a sadistic smile like she was going to enjoy slowly killing me.
The tip was about to rip through my robe, the feeling of having another knife in me made me cry, "Please stop! Please!"
She did, but not in the way I expected.
Her body was suddenly flung across the room, her body slammed against the cabinet with such brute force that my eyes stamped shut at the hollow, sickening thud of impact.. Knocked out cold instantly, her knife fell from her fingers and onto the cold floor.
"You want to fight someone, fight me!" a voice rang out.
I looked up, my mouth was dry, "Robert?" I managed to squeeze out.
Robert was towering, standingbetween me and her. With one hand, he pulled a knife from underneth his coat, holding it to his side. He wasprepared to finish off my attacker.
"No, Robert, don't" I pleaded with him.
He stopped.Just an arms length away from that little girl, he groaned, angered that I had stopped him, but gave up. Though she tried to kill me, I couldn't let her die. Staggering to my bare feet, I walked up to his side, resting a hand on his broad shoulder,"Such youth. Such digruntled youth. There is no need for more blood shed".
He agreed, putting his weapon away. For a moment there was a pause, then his ears flickered. "What is it?" I asked alarmed, then I heard it. the sounds of rapidly approaching foot steps. My face turned pale white. A prone young girl and another man in my room, what would be the consequences?
"Robert! Get out of here!" I shot to him. I did not want to see him get captured. But where can he go? In a flash, he departed, right into the bathroom. "Not in there!" I groaned, rubbing my head, "What a heck of a place to be caught." The door opened, light shined in, blinding me, in stepped Nurse Judy. She looked at me then at the body. "What the hell happened here?"
"She tried to kill me" I told her simply. Nurse Judy nodded affirmly, then orderlies quickly scooped her up and whisk her away. At the nurses station, my wound was check, found only to be a flesh wound, cleaned and bandaged. An officer took my testimony, but I neglected to include Robert once again. "I guess my gymnastics paid off" I told them. The only great concern I had up to that moment was, would the wound scar.
Walking back to my room, the events rambled through my head like a jig saw puzzle. It was impossible for me to pt them together. I entered the now empty room, saw the ruffled bed, the journal, a flash, I could see that girl lnging at me, right were I was right now. My eyes tightened, there was pain in the mind. Try not to think about it. All thought then turned to Robert. Where is he? Was he still in the bathroom? No one had slipped out through a busy hallway without being noticed.
I turned the door knob, it had no lock, slowly easing it back, "Robert?" whispering softly. No answer came. I stuck my head in, an empty shower stall, toilet, and sink, and a open window. "He jumped!" my fear heightened. It was a three story drop to the ground. No one could survive it without breaking something. I peeked out, no screen, then at the ground down below, no impact mark in the dirt or grass.
"Hope he is okay" I prayed shutting the window, then returned to my notepad, thinking of writing down everything that had just happened.
How should I explain it all? It happened so fast. Now, it was just a blur. I got maybe a few letters on paper when Nurse Judy came knocking at the door, "Mrs. Hart you have a visitor."
"A visitor? Whom could it be" I wondered. Stepping out of my room, down at the other end was Tommy. I strolled down the hallway. Tommy was never that hard to pick out from a crowd. Then, my stroll picked up to a jog then a dead run until we finally collide in the middle of the hallway, nearly knocking him down. We hug and kiss till my blood adrenaline ran out.
"Hey, I came to see how you are doing, what happened to your face?" Tommy says with a smile.
"I'm doing fine, really, I had an accident. We just finished dinner." My eyes stray to look a the nurses station. Judy was there, she saw us, smiled, and turned her back.
"Would you like to come and see my room?" I asked with a smile of my own
"It's been so long since I've seen you smile, sure I would" he accepted.
We sat on the bed, holding hands, "Kim, I got to ask you a question. I want it straight, but remember, I'm your friend, I'll never leave you"
"What are you talking about?" I asked with absolutely no clue.
"Who is this Robert fellow?"
"Robert is a friend" I told him, but thought, "A friend that saved my life twice"
"Is he, or is he more?" Tommy asked upbeat.
"What are you talking about?"
"Trini is right, Kimberly. You're not telling the entire truth. I want to know right now everything that happened that day. The day when you stormed out of the gym." Tommy slammed his foot down.
"I don't want to talk about it" I told him, running into the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I need to wash my face" resounding back.
I had no way of knowing what by boyfriend was doing out there, no way to see or hear over the water. Dried off, I stepped out and paper hit me in the chest.
"What the heck is that?" Tommy stood there, pointing at the paper.
Looking down, it was the notepad, "It's my notepad. I've been writing in it, why HAVE YOU READ IT!"
"Yeah I did. Dammit Kimberly I knew you weren't telling me the entire truth! Listen, where you get out of here, don't expect to see me again" and stormed out.
Before I could catch him he was gone.
Holding the notepad against my chest, I wept on my bed. When Nurse Judy came to say it was lights out, I rolled away from her.
"Sweet dreams" she said turning off the lights...