Heavy Rain: Origami Lament

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The Doc

Thursday

1:32 PM

3.434 Inches of Rainfall

HANNAH POV

I pulled up my motorcycle at the sidewalk, outside the dwelling. It was a large building, clearly belonging to someone quite well off. Which would be true, as the man here was a doctor. Meanwhile, the earpiece for my phone relayed the call from my most reliable informant.

"Han, it's Larry, I got your information." he said. "The owner of the apartment on Marble Street is a Dr. Adrian Baker. He's a struck-off surgeon, he used to sell drugs to junkies on the quiet. He made some cash and bought up some cheap-ass apartments, including the one on Marble Street. Of course, he got caught, he did a few months in prison, and was struck off the medical register."

I removed my helmet after parking my motorcycle.

"Interesting... Thanks for the information, Larry. I owe you one." I said.

"Hey, Han...be careful, okay?"

I smiled at his concern. "I'm on it. Talk to you later."

With that, I shut off the earpiece and removed it, slipping it into my pocket. I walked up to the bottom of the steps leading up to the door.

'The owner of the apartment where Mike was supposed to cut off his finger lives here. Not much of a lead, but it's all I've got.' I mused. 'I'm not going to just stand by and watch Mike destroy himself like this, even if he refuses my help. So I'll help indirectly, by uncovering the truth my own way and follow my own leads to uncover the killer, starting here.'

I considered carefully how to do this before going up the steps and ringing the doorbell. After a short pause, the door opened and a tall, thin man with cropped gray hair and matching eyes stood there, eyeing me suspiciously.

I cleared my throat. "Hi...I was told that you could get Betropen here."

The doctor, for it was clearly him, spoke quickly. "Sorry, you were misinformed. Goodbye."

A little too quickly, I noted. He attempted to shut the door, but I stopped him.

"Hold on! I really need your help here. I can pay..."

"Well, why didn't you say so? Please, come in." he replied, smiling.

With that, I entered the house and he closed the door behind me. I looked around before turning to him as he spoke.

"So you're looking for Betropen, my dear? Are you having trouble sleeping? How much do you need?"

I bit my lip. "I don't know, about three or four boxes."

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem." he remarked, before asking, "Would you like a drink? I was just about to have one."

"Sure, why not?" I replied, feeling a little wary.

Approaching a large sofa, I sat down and waited as he poured drinks and then approached, sitting down and handing me the drink.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Who told you about me?" he queried,

"I met a guy at a party. He popped some Betropen, told me he got it from you." I explained, making it up as I went.

He seemed satisfied and nodded. Now I had to think, I had to get him talking. I decided to ease into the subject.

"Do you have many clients?" I asked conversationally.

He smiled. "A few. I help to ease their anxiety. Am I handsome enough, thin enough, hard-working enough? I reassure those who find the system too difficult. I'm like a safety valve that keeps society from imploding."

I nodded, then asking, "I heard that you had some apartments for rent? I'm looking."

"Sorry, darling. Those are all booked up."

"Shame..."I replied. "I was looking for something 'round Marble Street."

His expression changed at that, but then he stood up and was genial again.

"You're not drinking?"

"I'm not really thirsty." I told him, setting the drink down.

He shrugged. "I'll get your prescription. Won't be a moment. Wait here."

'That guy gives me the creeps...I'd better take a look around to see if I can find anything before he gets back.' I thought to myself.

I stood up and began searching the house as quickly and quietly as I could, as he was near and could come back at any moment. I did note a few things, such as the doctor's interest in property and his vast supply of sleeping pills. It was in the bedroom that I found something that could be useful: a card for a club called the Blue Lagoon and the name 'Paco' was written on the back of it.

Curious, I moved over to the kitchen and looked around before suddenly, something hard hit me on the back of the head, and everything went black.

When I woke up, I screamed, for the first thing that I saw was a dead body in the corner of the room.

"Ah, say hello to Matthew. He claimed that he had come for the census. Another one of those goddamn government spies..."

It was Adrian, the doctor, standing there with a dark smirk on his face, before turning to a bench in front of him.

I was in some sort of basement that looked like something right out of a horror movie. There were blood stains everywhere and I could just about make out several electrical cutting tools on the bench. Meanwhile, I found, to my great terror, that I was spread out on a table, tied down on it, trapped.

'Oh my god! He's going to cut me up!'

I screamed and tried to struggle, even as the doc continued talking.

"So you're interested in my Marble Street apartment... I rent it to my friend Paco, if you must know. I've no idea what he does there, maybe that's where he fornicates with his dancers from the Blue Lagoon. To be honest, I don't give a damn. Just as long as he pays his rent, he can do whatever he likes. But enough with the chit-chat. I miss surgery, you see. So I take every opportunity to practice. I don't have any instruments here, so I use whatever comes to hand. I hope you won't hold that against me..." He then turned around, revealing a drill. "Hold tight, this might sting a little."

My eyes widened and I screamed even louder as he approached and positioned the drill between my legs, moving closer as it was turned on. I had never felt more terrified in my life!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Adrian sighed, putting the drill down.

"Have you ever noticed? As soon as you start to do a little housework, someone always comes calling. I'll get rid of our visitor and be right back. Don't move, I won't be long." he remarked, almost casually. With that, he disappeared upstairs.

I struggled and tried to scream. All the while, my thoughts raced.

'There's gotta be something I can do! Hurry! I've got to do something before he gets back...' It was then that I realized something as I tugged at my bonds. 'Wait! The cords seem to be looser on one of my legs...'

With quick effort, I got my leg free. My heart was pounding and I tried to steady my breathing as I used my free leg to move the still-active drill. I was able to move it enough to cut the ropes binding my arm and with that free, I was able to untie the other arm and leg.

"I don't think so, my dear!"

I froze. It was him, he was back! I quickly rolled off the table, knocking the drill aside as he came at me, growling. I ducked under his arms and tried to run, but he swiftly turned and caught me.

Simply reacting, I grabbed the nearest thing that I could and lashed out. He yelled as I struck him and got free. But he was right after me again. I lurched towards the bench of tools and, grabbing one, I swung around. He let out a grunt as I hit him with the tool. Since it wasn't turned on, it didn't do much damage.

He growled and knocked the tool from my hands, grabbing another and switching it on. I panicked and tried to fend him off as he tried to use it on me. Grabbing another tool, I struck him and tried to escape. He pursued and blocked my path, lashing out again. I screamed in agony as the tool stuck, cutting through my jacket and top, leaving a deep gash that bit into my collar bone.

I struck him again with tool I held, only to be pinned against a pillar, trying to fend off his attack again as I held his arms back. I finally managed to strike him once more, knocking the tool from his hands, but he disarmed me with a sharp blow to my head and threw me across the room. I landed flat on my back, partially hanging off the table that I had been tied to.

I stayed perfectly still, unable to believe that I was even considering this, but it was my only way out. So I played dead, keeping my hand, which had ended up right next to the drill, limp but ready. Waiting for my moment, I had to hold back a wave of revulsion when I felt his hands on me. The creep was touching me up. Taking my chance, I seized the still-active drill and sat up, plunging it directly into his chest to a horrible scream. I let out a choked scream of my own as he fell on top of me.

Quickly working my way out, leaving him to drop to the floor, I stood, frozen, as I stared at his body.

'He's...he's dead, I...I killed him...' I thought frantically. 'Like when Beth... No, don't, I...I had no choice. He was evil and he was going to kill me. This isn't like what happened with Beth at all... And she wouldn't have wanted me to die here like this.'

So, trying hard to keep that thought foremost in my mind, along with the knowledge I had gained of this Paco Mendez at the Blue Lagoon club, I shakily left the basement and the house altogether.

Quickly pulling my gear on, I started up my motorcycle and drove off. I needed to get my injury seen to before doing anything else.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

As a side note, Larry in this chapter is a homage to Larry Fessenden, one of the developers of Until Dawn and the one who played the Stranger.