Summary: A killer is loose in the ER and wants revenge on the people who were responsible for something. JUST READ IT!
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to the big guys behind ER. The rest is mine
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And The Flame Burns On
Chapter oen: Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Dark and Light
Time to pay the price
For the unknown plight
The flame that burns inside of you
Is one easily extinguished
Like the ice inside of me
It determines who you are
Time to find her now
Your breath is getting short
Go see your precious lost one
She lives inside of me.
It was a cold, January evening. Normal. No one would expect her or see her coming. It was a dark street where anything could happen. It had been snowing earlier. She picked up the snow in her hands. This would be where she made her move. She took a knife out of her pocket. She laughed. How ironic that she was using the same tool that had brought about the downfall of the woman inside her, the woman she feared the most. Ironic, that it would now, bring about her reincarnation. A few minutes later, there was a loud scream.
John Carter's shift had begun only a few minutes before. The night shift. It was seven and it was slow. The only traumas he had were done. Taken care of.
"Hey Carter. You're stuck with me for the next few hours," Dave said, sitting next to him.
"Yeah. You, me, Green, and Corday..." Carter sighed.
"And Weaver, of course," Dave said, looking at the woman behind the admin desk.
"Hey, don't forget me!"
"Hey Abby," Carter and Dave said, tiredly.
"You two sure are excited to see me," Abby said sarcastically.
"Don't take it personally. It's just... it can be pretty boring here some-" but he was cut off by Mark Green, wheeling in another trauma patient, yelling the stats.
"26-year-old female stab wounds in the abdomen!" he cried.
"Maybe you should..." Abby started, but Carter was already up as was Dave. Abby followed.
"John..." choked the girl, "John... Carter..." Carter looked at her. He knew he didn't know the girl. Green looked at Carter.
"Never seen her before," said Carter.
"I don't think you should take this one, Carter," Green said.
"But-" but Abby held him back as Elizabeth Corday joined and Mark and Dave took the patient out of sight. Carter looked after them, disappointed. He couldn't believe it.
"I think it was a good idea. Stab wounds, and all... I don't think you should be partial to them after... you know," Abby said, quietly, "And... She seemed to know you. Maybe-"
"Abby, believe me, I've never seen her before in my life!"
"Still..." she said. Carter looked at her, annoyed.
"You all think that since what happened to Lucy I can't handle things like this!" Carter said, amazed.
"It's not that..." but even as she said it, she knew it was. She knew that most of the doctors didn't trust him with stab wound patients anymore, herself included. She bit her lip.
"Look... I'll tell you the truth, OK? I miss Lucy, and I always will, OK? And I admit I do get a bit nervous when stabbing victims come in, got it? But I take control of myself now. I can handle it... I think..." Abby smiled as she realized that another doctor that didn't trust Carter with stabbing victims was Carter himself.
"Yeah, well, we should get back to work. They can handle that girl on their own," Abby said.
"Hello," Peter Benton smiled at Carter and Abby.
"Benton! What are you doing here? It's not your shift!"
"I know, but I had nothing better to do so I thought I'd drop by."
"Right." Carter said.
"Hello, gentlemen... Ladies," Romano said to Carter and Benton and then to Abby.
"Kerry told me to find you. Carter, we need you in exam room three. It's a young boy with leukemia. His parents like to-"
"Keep him hospitalized and away from outside, I've been with him before. Ben, right?"
"Yeah. Abby, you go see that girl with the stitches, see she's all right, in curtain five. Benton, since your here, would you mind-"
"Sorry, Romano, not my shift, remember? And I have other things to do," Benton said.
"Fine, I'll do it," Romano said, and left.
"See you later," Carter said, to Abby and Benton.
"Yeah. But now I have to find something to do!" Benton said, and they all laughed.
"Hello, Ellen. How are you feeling?" Mark asked, a few hours later when the girl awoke.
"Huh? Who are you?" she asked groggily, then moaned in pain as she became fully aware of the agony in her stomach.
"Relax. My name is Dr. Green. You were found on a street corner, stabbed once in your stomach. Do you know who did this to you?" Ellen shook her head, full of long, black locks of hair which were wet, because of her sweat.
"It... It was a woman. I was walking down the street and she stepped out of no where. That's all I know."
"Well, either you were extremely lucky, or she had bad aim because it was not a fatal wound when we found you, had you been there any longer, it would have been."
"Thank you doctor," Ellen smiled.
"Um... When you came in here, you mentioned the name John Carter?"
"I did? I don't know a man by that name..."
"Yes, well, there is a doctor here that has that name."
"Did he help me?"
"For a minute-"
"Then I must have read his name on something."
"Yeah, that must be it," Mark mumbled under his breath. Since Ellen was stable, he decided it was a good idea to let her rest a little. And so he left.
She watched him leave. He was part of it, she knew, but he wasn't her first priority. She needed to get that one doctor. The one that had let her die. Romano. Then the British one they call Corday. And Benton after her. She would slowly kill every doctor involved in what happened. Then, she would speak with the only survivor. She stood up and went to shut the power down, the first stage in her plan.
Abby was alarmed when the lights went off. She dropped the papers she was carrying and bent down to pick them up.
"Owe! Damn table!" she cursed as she tried to get up and hit her head on the table. Just as her eyes were adjusting to the dark, a bright light was shined in her eyes. She squinted and tried to block out the light.
"Need a little help?" came a familiar voice.
"Thanks, Carter," she said, taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet.
"You looked like a dear, you know," said another person's voice.
"Excuse me?" Abby asked.
"A dear. Caught in the headlights. Frozen and dazed, and full of fear. You're all just dear in the headlights. And I'm about to run you all over..." Carter shined the flashlight around, but no one was there.
"Let's get out of here, something's freaking me out," he said. Abby agreed.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to the big guys behind ER. The rest is mine
-----------------------------------------------------
And The Flame Burns On
Chapter oen: Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Dark and Light
Time to pay the price
For the unknown plight
The flame that burns inside of you
Is one easily extinguished
Like the ice inside of me
It determines who you are
Time to find her now
Your breath is getting short
Go see your precious lost one
She lives inside of me.
It was a cold, January evening. Normal. No one would expect her or see her coming. It was a dark street where anything could happen. It had been snowing earlier. She picked up the snow in her hands. This would be where she made her move. She took a knife out of her pocket. She laughed. How ironic that she was using the same tool that had brought about the downfall of the woman inside her, the woman she feared the most. Ironic, that it would now, bring about her reincarnation. A few minutes later, there was a loud scream.
John Carter's shift had begun only a few minutes before. The night shift. It was seven and it was slow. The only traumas he had were done. Taken care of.
"Hey Carter. You're stuck with me for the next few hours," Dave said, sitting next to him.
"Yeah. You, me, Green, and Corday..." Carter sighed.
"And Weaver, of course," Dave said, looking at the woman behind the admin desk.
"Hey, don't forget me!"
"Hey Abby," Carter and Dave said, tiredly.
"You two sure are excited to see me," Abby said sarcastically.
"Don't take it personally. It's just... it can be pretty boring here some-" but he was cut off by Mark Green, wheeling in another trauma patient, yelling the stats.
"26-year-old female stab wounds in the abdomen!" he cried.
"Maybe you should..." Abby started, but Carter was already up as was Dave. Abby followed.
"John..." choked the girl, "John... Carter..." Carter looked at her. He knew he didn't know the girl. Green looked at Carter.
"Never seen her before," said Carter.
"I don't think you should take this one, Carter," Green said.
"But-" but Abby held him back as Elizabeth Corday joined and Mark and Dave took the patient out of sight. Carter looked after them, disappointed. He couldn't believe it.
"I think it was a good idea. Stab wounds, and all... I don't think you should be partial to them after... you know," Abby said, quietly, "And... She seemed to know you. Maybe-"
"Abby, believe me, I've never seen her before in my life!"
"Still..." she said. Carter looked at her, annoyed.
"You all think that since what happened to Lucy I can't handle things like this!" Carter said, amazed.
"It's not that..." but even as she said it, she knew it was. She knew that most of the doctors didn't trust him with stab wound patients anymore, herself included. She bit her lip.
"Look... I'll tell you the truth, OK? I miss Lucy, and I always will, OK? And I admit I do get a bit nervous when stabbing victims come in, got it? But I take control of myself now. I can handle it... I think..." Abby smiled as she realized that another doctor that didn't trust Carter with stabbing victims was Carter himself.
"Yeah, well, we should get back to work. They can handle that girl on their own," Abby said.
"Hello," Peter Benton smiled at Carter and Abby.
"Benton! What are you doing here? It's not your shift!"
"I know, but I had nothing better to do so I thought I'd drop by."
"Right." Carter said.
"Hello, gentlemen... Ladies," Romano said to Carter and Benton and then to Abby.
"Kerry told me to find you. Carter, we need you in exam room three. It's a young boy with leukemia. His parents like to-"
"Keep him hospitalized and away from outside, I've been with him before. Ben, right?"
"Yeah. Abby, you go see that girl with the stitches, see she's all right, in curtain five. Benton, since your here, would you mind-"
"Sorry, Romano, not my shift, remember? And I have other things to do," Benton said.
"Fine, I'll do it," Romano said, and left.
"See you later," Carter said, to Abby and Benton.
"Yeah. But now I have to find something to do!" Benton said, and they all laughed.
"Hello, Ellen. How are you feeling?" Mark asked, a few hours later when the girl awoke.
"Huh? Who are you?" she asked groggily, then moaned in pain as she became fully aware of the agony in her stomach.
"Relax. My name is Dr. Green. You were found on a street corner, stabbed once in your stomach. Do you know who did this to you?" Ellen shook her head, full of long, black locks of hair which were wet, because of her sweat.
"It... It was a woman. I was walking down the street and she stepped out of no where. That's all I know."
"Well, either you were extremely lucky, or she had bad aim because it was not a fatal wound when we found you, had you been there any longer, it would have been."
"Thank you doctor," Ellen smiled.
"Um... When you came in here, you mentioned the name John Carter?"
"I did? I don't know a man by that name..."
"Yes, well, there is a doctor here that has that name."
"Did he help me?"
"For a minute-"
"Then I must have read his name on something."
"Yeah, that must be it," Mark mumbled under his breath. Since Ellen was stable, he decided it was a good idea to let her rest a little. And so he left.
She watched him leave. He was part of it, she knew, but he wasn't her first priority. She needed to get that one doctor. The one that had let her die. Romano. Then the British one they call Corday. And Benton after her. She would slowly kill every doctor involved in what happened. Then, she would speak with the only survivor. She stood up and went to shut the power down, the first stage in her plan.
Abby was alarmed when the lights went off. She dropped the papers she was carrying and bent down to pick them up.
"Owe! Damn table!" she cursed as she tried to get up and hit her head on the table. Just as her eyes were adjusting to the dark, a bright light was shined in her eyes. She squinted and tried to block out the light.
"Need a little help?" came a familiar voice.
"Thanks, Carter," she said, taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet.
"You looked like a dear, you know," said another person's voice.
"Excuse me?" Abby asked.
"A dear. Caught in the headlights. Frozen and dazed, and full of fear. You're all just dear in the headlights. And I'm about to run you all over..." Carter shined the flashlight around, but no one was there.
"Let's get out of here, something's freaking me out," he said. Abby agreed.