Sasha roamed the halls of the hospital, she looked around to see people crying and comforting their loved ones in the different rooms throughout the halls. She could smell their fear and distress. She turned to look into a room with a young boy, he was sleeping, he had no hair and his parents were sitting aside him, crying.
Sasha stepped inside and walked up to his bed, she glanced over to the adults, who didn't seem to acknowledge her at all. They were only focused on the child before them. She looked back down to the boy and softened her eyes.
Suddenly the boy opened his eyes and stared at Sasha. She jumped back when she realized the boy was Georgie.
His lip trembled, "Why didn't you save me?" he asked
Sasha backed away and shook her head, "You're not real," she whispered
Georgie sat up, the parents still crying next to him, "You should have died."
She shut her eyes and held her head, "You're not real!" she shouted
She listened until she didn't hear noise anymore, Sasha slowly lifted her head. The room was empty; it looked as if it hadn't been used in years. She glanced back to the door, the light fixtures in the halls blinking every few seconds. She stepped out into the dark hallway and looked around.
She heard whispering coming from the lower end of the building. A gust of aroma suddenly hit her face. There was crying and shouting in this wing, she realized this was where the mentally unstable patients were kept. She closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of fear.
"One fine day in the middle of the night..."
The woman sat inside her room, rocking back and forth. She held her hands up to her face, scratching and chewing her nails anxiously.
"Two dead boys got up to fight…"
She made small noises and twitched her head occasionally. She then stopped and looked up to the door; she looked to see a young woman standing at the entrance. Her eyes were black and lifeless, her silver hair falling over her face and her head tilted to the side as if in a trance.
The woman dropped her head and gave a loud cry before shouting in anger, "Back to back they faced each other…"
Sasha stepped into the room, she could smell the dread the woman was feeling and it smelled delicious. Sasha walked closer to her, the woman continued to rock back and forth in her spot. Her arm reached over for an empty rusted syringe on the medical tray next to her.
"Drew their swords and shot each other…"
Sasha opened her mouth and stood over the woman. She looked up at Sasha and stared at her for a few moments before whispering, "Devil."
Sasha stopped, the woman kept repeating the words aloud.
"Devil."
"Devil."
"Devil."
"Devil."
Sasha growled, lifting her arm to stab the woman. She quickly lowered her hand but stopped, the needle landing centimeters from the patient's eye. She panted as she stared at Sasha in fear.
Sasha began to shake as she remained still, not moving her head or her body, she was frozen. There were footsteps drawing closer to the room, Sasha's eyes slowly returning to normal. She looked down at the now terrified patient and then to the syringe in her hand. Sasha tossed it aside and stood up. She then felt a shooting pain in her stomach and fell to the floor on her knees.
The steps drew closer until they stopped at the doorway. Sasha looked back to see Aiden smiling at her from outside the room.
"How cute, now you're the one trying to eat people."
She took deep breathes, trying to block him out.
"If you two aren't couple goals, I don't know what is," he joked
Sasha snapped her head back, sneering at Aiden.
He chuckled at her pain, "You look hungry."
"Go on. Kill her." He teased, "Doesn't she look delectable?"
The patient cried and shook her head, putting her hands up. Whispering again to herself.
Sasha grunted and held her stomach tighter, "No."
Aiden rolled his eyes, "Hey, then let your kid eat you. Now that's a show I'd pay to see."
"Go fuck yourself," she hissed
Aiden feigned hurt, "No thank you. Too much work."
She dropped her head when she felt the scratching inside her stomach. Aiden walked closer to her, he knelt and reached over to grab her face, forcing her to look at him.
"It's refreshing to see the tables turned," he grinned
He squeezed her cheeks and lifted his other hand to grab the back of her head, slamming it into the vinyl flooring. Sasha fell limp as Aiden held her in his arms; he looked up to the mental patient.
"What did you see?" he asked
The woman stared at him and bit her lip, "The Devil."
He smiled, "Good girl."
Jimmy walked through the halls of the hospital. He noticed Sasha's door open and rushed inside. One of his guards were looking around the room in bewilderment. Bruce winced as he paced around, acting flustered and unusual. Jimmy turned to the bed, it was empty, he anxiously glanced around in search of Sasha.
"Where did she go?" he asked
The guard turned and shrugged his shoulders, "She didn't walk out, we were guarding it the whole time?"
Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair, "Find her!"
The guard walked out of the room.
Jimmy turned around and gritted his teeth. He then remembered the man in the morgue and where they found him. He turned around and aimed for the psychiatric ward. Bruce following him close behind.
Jimmy and his men walked around the wing, searching in every room they reached. He stopped when Bruce barked and ran into a different direction of the building. The Doberman stood at the entrance of another hallway. Jimmy looked up to see Roman standing at the end of the corridor, staring into a room.
Jimmy furrowed his brows and cautiously walked closer to him. Roman did not look at him and remained focused on the room, giving off a low guttural growl as he stared. Jimmy glanced down to see a woman shaking and whispering soft words. Rocking back and forth on the floor.
Jimmy stepped closer, narrowing his eyes and noticing the woman had blood on her arms, a rusted syringe aside of her. She chuckled to herself but continued rocking, Jimmy noticed on the ground was a pentagram drawn in blood.
"Crooked," Roman hissed
Jimmy turned to Roman, but he was gone. He looked back down at the patient, stepping closer to hear what she was saying.
"Knocked him through a nine-inch wall…"
"Into a dry ditch and drowned them all…"