DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORiOUS. This chapter is from Tori's POV.
Chapter 19
Violator
One month later.
For the past month, I have been in a 'hospital'. By hospital, I mean a medical center run entire by the FBI. I am constantly under their watchful eye as the nurse me back to health. I'm confused as to why they would, as I killed two more people and injured several more. They told me that it'll just add to my prison sentence and that the five years of good behavior no mean shit. I couldn't be released early on parole for good behavior anyways. I guess they wanted to rub it in. They were talking to me in disgusted tones, so I guess that's why.
My injuries included several shards of glass inside practically everywhere I touched glass when I was at HA that night. I told her I wanted to talk, but no. I also had a broken leg, several fractures and multiple sprains. Nose was broken too and they had to break it again to set it. That was a lot of fun. Pretty bloody too I might add.
All in all, they told me I was lucky to survive. They didn't sound pleased when they gave me this news. I had to hold back a smirk when they were upset about my healing. Ha ha, suckers, I bounced back.
It took a while for my leg to heal up. They gave me therapy lessons so that I could walk again after they removed the brace last week. The majority of my other injuries have healed, but the lacerations have left some scars. Hey, chicks dig scars, so I look a little sexier, if I do say so myself.
Today I'll be doing another therapy session. I have one more this week and I'm done. I've been using crutches to walk and I've become quite the master at using them.
I wake up at around 10. I sit up, yawning and rub my eyes. I throw back my sheets and start to massage my left thigh. It's always stiff in the mornings. The doctors tell me that massaging it, especially when I wake up, helps with the blood flow. I massage the thigh for a few minutes and I start to feel sensation in it as the blood flows a little better. I raise my leg and bend my knee and then straighten my leg out again. It's not as stiff as it was a few moments ago.
The room I'm in is pretty tiny. Only 8 by 8. The ceiling is like 10 feet high. The walls are concrete. My bed is just a mattress on the floor with white sheets. There are cameras on every corner on the ceiling, watching my every move. The door opposite of my bed is solid steel. It has a slide that moves back so they can talk to me and look in on me. There's also a little door on the bottom where they can slide trays of food in. The room is in other words, a cell.
I'm still massaging my thigh when I hear a knock on my door. I stop and look up.
"Yes?" I call. The slide moves back and I can see someone's pair of eyes looking at me.
"Time for your therapy lesson, Vega; let's go." The voice answers. The slide then closes. I stand up and put on my shoes and go to the door. The door opens with a buzz and I step out with my wrists extended and the agent in front of me slaps on handcuffs. Three agents escort me to the elevators for my routine therapy session.
The 'clinic' that I go to for my sessions is on the fourth floor. My 'cell' is in the basement. We take the elevator to the fourth floor. We soon arrive and we walk down the bright hallway. The entire fourth floor is a miniature hospital for agents, witnesses, suspects, victims, and criminals. We turn left and go in the first door on the right. This room is where I've been doing my therapy sessions with Dr. Campbell.
Dr. Campbell is a surprisingly nice lady in her mid-forties. She is still somewhat disgusted that I'm a criminal who kills without any qualms, but she still remains professional.
The room is actually darker than the hallway, which is nice. The room is fairly large. It has a treadmill, exercise bike, an elliptical, and stair master. There's also an area where there are poles close to each other to grab onto when walking after not walking for a long time. Dr. Campbell is at the treadmill nearby, setting it and is unaware of our presence. One of the agents cleared their throats and Campbell turned around.
"Ah, morning, Vega; sleep well?" she asks before turning back to the treadmill.
"I did." I replied. I didn't. That 'bed' is really uncomfortable.
"Good. You guys can leave; we'll be fine." Campbell replied. One of the agents removed the handcuffs and they left the room. "Ok, we're going to step up your exercise up a bit to see how your body handles it." I nod and she directs me to the stair master after having me drink a couple of cups of water. I climb up and start off slow. She gradually has me speed up until my legs are screaming in pain, begging me to stop. She stops me after five minutes and gives me more water and takes notes on her clipboard. "You've definitely improved; you're legs are doing well."
"That's good." I say, drinking some more water, and wiping sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. She nods and has me go on the treadmill. Same thing happened. I started off slow and she had me speed up. This also went on for five minutes until she stopped me and took notes. I then go on the elliptical and she has me go fast for three minutes. My legs are screaming at me. I have to mentally tell them to shut it and keep going. Finally, I go on the exercise bike and she has me go as fast as I can push myself for six fucking minutes straight. I have to stand up from the seat to do this and I groan a bit as my legs are getting numb. She stops me and pats me on the back and hands me water, which I practically breathe in.
"Excellent work, Tori; you're doing better than when you first started." Campbell tells me. I nod as I keep sucking down the cooling liquid.
"How about my other injuries?" I ask after finishing the water.
"You're practically fully healed; it's just your legs that need to be retrained; they didn't properly heal when you were stabbed several years ago." She explains to me. When she mentioned my legs being stabbed all those years ago, my mind flashes back to the night Jade stabbed me with her scissors, because I was fucking Robbie without her or something like that.
Flashback: Eight years ago; Vega Residence.
"WHAT THE FUCK, VEGA!?" Jade's voiced shouted, causing Robbie and I to scream in shock. We moved quickly to grab our clothes when I feel Jade's cold hands on my throat and she started to strangle me. I slapped her to throw her off me and knocked her off balance. She staggered and I started to retaliate against her. I rammed into her side and we both fell to the floor. She punched me in the nose hard as we fell, breaking it. I groaned and held my nose to stem the flow of blood.
Robbie got his shit together and ran towards us as we got back up, but was kicked in the balls by Jade, knocking him to the floor in a fuckton of pain. Jade then knocked him out cold with a kick to the head.
Jade grabbed me and tried to throw me, but I stomped her foot and punched her squarely in the jaw. Jade grabbed the TV remote and slapped me across the face with it. The remote broke and knocked me to the floor. Dazed and struggling to remain conscious, I started to crawl away from Jade. She was much stronger than me and her rage and adrenaline gave her more strength. I started to stand up again.
She then stabs me in the back of the leg with a pair of scissors and I feel a new kind of pain. My leg bursts on fire from the pain and I scream loudly, clutching my leg as I felt the scissors leave my leg only to be shoved into my other leg, bring me down completely. I crawled away again but, Jade tips the coffee table on me, halting my progress.
Robbie regains consciousness and knocks Jade out by breaking her legs in turn and I lose consciousness myself and everything goes black.
End Flashback.
I feel my eyes starting to water from that painful memory. I rub the back of my legs and I can feel the scar where the scissors entered me on both my legs. Campbell had to operate on my legs to fix the problem and she stated that if she hadn't there was a possibility I would lose the ability to walk before I'm 60. So by operating on me, I had to get my legs retrained. The past month added insult to injury. She also said that the doctor who operated on me forgot to do something which would've led to my losing my legs in the future. At least I got fucked by Robbie. Oh, right, he got me pregnant! Plus, he kinda sucked too and I was on anesthesia. Oh, well.
The next few days went by slow, as I lounged in my 'cell' and did my therapy sessions. Campbell informs me after my latest session that I'm done with the sessions and my legs are fully healed again and I'm able to exert them. The agents in charge of the place inform me that I'll be transferred to another facility upstate before I'm taken back to Arizona Desert Max. My transferal date is Monday, which is three days from now.
Monday arrives faster than I expected and the past few days were pretty much eventless. Agents from the other facility arrived and escort me to an SUV in the garage to go upstate. They drive us out of the garage and we start our journey.
We drive down the street and head towards the highway to go upstate. Our destination is in Sacramento, which is almost a six hour drive. We drive in silence mostly. I'm in the back of the SUV, with agents on both my sides. Another agent is in the passenger seat. Traffic is pretty light now, but that's bound to change later in the day when it gets dark. It's starting to get dark now as it's past five.
3 hours later, we are still on the highway, but we'll be getting off soon as the agents in the front say. We eventually do and traffic is fairly decent. We stop at a red light after getting off at a quiet intersection. No cars go through the intersection and we're the only car present at the intersection. The light turns green and we start forward. And that's when then shit hit the fan.
A truck hit us. Not just any truck, you know. I'm talking about a fuckin' semi-truck hitting us! It hit us on the left and sent us flying and rolling and we land upside down. We were all wearing seatbelts, but that didn't stop the sounds of necks snapping from the violent strike. I was safe from the agents on my side, but they're necks snapped all the same.
I'm sitting I guess you would say, but upside down from the seat. I'm breathing heavily and groaning, cause I ache all over my body. And I just recovered dammit.
I reach up and undo my seat belt and land on my shoulders on the roof of the SUV. I groan and adjust myself so that I can crawl out of the broken window. I crawl out and struggle to stand up again. My face is stinging from cuts I got from broken glass flying everywhere. My arms and legs are a little bruised from being tossed everywhere too. I think I got a whiplash on my shoulder and waist from the seat belt.
I look around and see that it's vacant here. I spot the semi crashed into a building. From what I can tell from my point of view, the cab is almost completely smashed. The driver is gone. I mean, gone. No way could anyone have survived that.
I check the rest of the agents and they are dead. One has a large shard of glass in his throat. The driver was impaled by the steering column. The others must've had the broken necks. I stand up and look around again to make sure I'm alone. Seeing that I am, I reach inside and grab one of the agent's handgun and I look around for some extra clips. Better to be safe than sorry. I have a gun and 15 extra clips with me. I open the truck from the switch on the driver's side of the SUV and look for a jacket. I find one that has FBI written in yellow on the back. I shrug and put it on, cause it's cold out. I close the trunk, wipe my fingerprints off everything and leave.
I must get back at Jade. I'll do that by taking those who are most precious to her. She'll lose it before she can save them.
Chapter 19. Comment or review plz. 5 chapters left. Hang in there; your adrenaline will really go the next few chapters, I hope. FYI, Love Darkness 2 takes place in mid-2020.