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Jean paused and stared at the floor, silence fell between the two of them. Biting her lip, she drew blood and it flowed freely to the floor in small drops. Dr. Ashcroft quickly looked through her pockets for something to wipe the blood away with.
"Don't worry," Jean whispered, "I've had worse. It's nothing serious."
"Still…" Ashcroft paused herself and stared out the window.
"Hmm? Don't like blood that much?" Jean said with a twisted sort of grin on her face.
"Umm… not really, makes me kind of queasy." Ashcroft pushed her glasses further up her nose.
"But you're a Doctor."
"I'm a psychologist. I don't normally deal with blood." Ashcroft shot Jean a cold sort of glare.
"Hmph." Jean crossed her legs on the bed and stuck out her tongue revealing how blood stained it was from that small cut.
Turning her head away from Jean, Ashcroft spoke, "Please continue, I'm interested in the rest of your story."
Jean scratched at her cheek, once again looking for the words that would fit the scenario.
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The darkness was like a cloak, a hot, heavy, ominous cloak. A cloak that hid everything from view and made the air thick and disgusting. Jean inched her way down the hall, her feet making a grainy, scratching sound as they slid across the floor. With each step her heart played yet another note in its horrible symphony. Jean pressed her back up against the wall when she reached the corner and peered around. Everything looked so different now, it was hard to tell where she was; but it looked like the hall that led to the lobby. Taking in a deep breath Jean thought one thing to herself.
"Just go for it." As soon as the thought ended she bolted for the wooden double doors at the end of the hall.
"NO! God, open up!" Jean shook the doors violently trying to get out, but it was all in vein.
Stepping back from the door Jean thought for a moment, and out of anger and frustration kicked the door. She faced the hall and leaned against the doors sliding down to the floor. Struggling to catch her breath Jean wiped sweat from her forehead and brought her knees up to her chest.
"What am I going to do?" She mumbled, "How am I going to get out of here?"
A sound caught her attention at the end of the hall. She picked her head up and strained to see what had made the noise. By the dim light that came in threw the window she could only make out a dark figure. Jean climbed to her feet, as she did the figure held something in its hand and shook it. The object made a small metallic sound.
"A KEY!" Jean shouted.
Jean sprinted down the hall in mad desperation for that life saving key.
"Coom et ut." The figure spoke as it disappeared in the darkness.
Reaching the end of the hall Jean looked around for the figure. Gone. Like a specter into the night. Frantically searching for him and the key Jeans gaze fell on the wall.
"What the…"
A giant "4" was painted on the wall, freshly painted on actually. Jean touched the dripping 4.
"It's warm," She rubbed her fingers together, "Wait… is this?"
The hall suddenly wobbled, and Jean started sweating at a rapid pace. The hall broke into a spin and Jean struggled to keep her balance, placing her hand on the wall. It took a few moments for her to get herself back together.
"That bastard! I'm going to get him!" Jean punched the wall and the plaster crumbled.
Looking around again, she spotted the elevator. It was the only way out of the hall, so this is where he had to have gone. Pressing the call button the elevator dropped down to the first floor and Jean walked in. She pressed the button for the 2nd floor and waited for the doors to open again. The rusty doors slid open to reveal a disheveled waiting room. Chairs were broken and bent, the table had been tossed against the wall. Jean walked into the room and approached the door. Locked.
"Damn it." Jean kicked the door and headed back for the elevator.
This time she pushed the 3rd floor button. The waiting room here wasn't that much different from the one of the 2nd floor. This door was locked as well. Jean kicked this door as well; her anger was almost like a flaming aura consuming her body and soul. Preparing to go back to the main floor Jean noticed something strange.
"4th floor? This hospital doesn't have four floors."
Jean pressed the button and elevator glided up yet another floor. When the door slid open the button cracked and shattered. Looking at the glass shards on the floor Jean pressed on. Saving herself some time and venting frustration, Jean kicked the door before she even tried the knob. The doors flew off their rusty, broken hinges and clattered to the floor. Not giving another thought to what had just happened she walked down the hall looking for the figure.
"Where are you!? I'm going to rip your goddamn throat out for what you did to Eve! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Jean punched the wall causing it to crack and crumble under the force of the blow.
Threw a thin mist, Jean could make out the figure holding something else in its hand. Breaking into a full run she closed the gap between the two of them, but suddenly stopped as she realized what the figure was holding.
"You… You sick bastard!" Tears began to run down her face, "This is it! Right here right now!" Jean took on a fighting stance.
The figure grinned and raised Eves skin over its head, blood dripping onto the floor. Opening its jaws, Jean watched in horror as the beast consumed the skin of her friend. Not caring about survival at this point Jean attacked. The beast struggling under the powerful blows of the girl. Using one of the most devastating kicks she knew, Jean delivered a flying spin kick. The force of the blow was enough to knock the figure through a door.
"GET UP! C'MON! COME AND GET ME!"
Rising off the floor the beast spread its wings, making it look bigger than before.
"Av urelf om Hell…" The beast approached Jean.
Her fury behind the bursting point Jean renewed her attack. She had a feeling she could do it, her blood was filled with adrenaline and her fury fueled the fire even more. Coming in close to deliver a massive punch the beast backhanded Jean into a wall. Jeans' shoulder hit the wall with much force and she could hear her shoulder pop, as it became dislocated.
"Damn it… only my left arm though." Jean grinned and held her shoulder.
Not giving up Jean lunged once again. The beast attempted another devastating backhand, but Jean was smaller and more agile than it; she ducked under the attack with ease and smashed its rib cage with a punch. Staggering back the beast let out a roar of pain as some of its ribs jutted out from the skin.
"Clean shot…"
Closing in for a final blow Jean gave the beast a flying sidekick, she neglected the fact a window was right behind the beast though. The blow sent it threw the window along with Jean. The tree outside didn't help much as the two fell to the ground below. The sounds of breaking tree limbs, bones, and glass filled the air as Jean landed on top of the beast and rolled off to the side. Falling onto her back Jean had a picture of a flawless night and for a moment she forgot everything and was lost in the beauty.
"So… beautiful… tranquil…" Jean whispered with blood dripping from the side of her mouth, "Guess I don't need that key anymore though…" Jean grinned and fell unconscious.