Chapter Eight: The Last Moments
Terry leaves the victim alone, running over to me, but not before freeing her. She runs over to Alistair, who had been getting up, and forcefully jabs a scalpel into his leg. Alistair screams in pain and falls down. Alistair's victim starts walking, trying to stand up right, but falls over, exhausted. I, myself begin to feel very tired and light-headed, as I watch in a trance as Terry kneels down to me. I felt like falling asleep and wishing that the pain was gone. "Mike come on... Look at me. Don't leave me... Hold on. Look at me... Mike, look at me!" Terry yells at me, trying to keep me awake, but I notice Alistair has been creeping up behind her the whole time.
He looks at me, smiling wickedly, knowing that I am going to die, being very pleased with what he did. Terry! Terry turn around! Fuck! Terry! I yell inside my mind, warning her, but for some reason, I am not able to speak. Alistair's bullet was killing me slowly, and I couldn't even speak to the one I loved. I watch, helplessly, as Alistair grabs Terry and drags her over to the gurney. She screams, and I am left alone to watch.
Don't you fucking touch her! I wanted to yell in Alistair's face. I wanted to shoot him dead for what he was planning on doing to Terry. There was no way he was going to get away with this, no way Terry was going to end up like Jeannie. I'm fucking dying and all I can do is watch as Alistair traps one of Terry's hands. I couldn't die without doing something to stop him, I had to make him stop.
The pain starting creeping up to my lungs and I begin having a hard time breathing, a hard time seeing and a hard time thinking straight. I struggle, starting to crawl upon the floor, looking for anything to stop him, but I know it's useless. As if some miracle happened, I stumble upon a keyboard. I look up and there is a computer screen in front of me. I nearly thank God.
I manage to get online and start typing the words 'www.feardotcom.com.' "Attractive women like you sell through the roof. Just like Jeannie," Alistair raves on.
I hit the enter key and watch the intro to Jeannie's site. "Alistair!" I choke out. Poor Terry is plastered against the gurney, with Alistair ready to cut her open. "Alistair!" I yell with all my strength. This time he finally turns to look at me.
He watches the computer screen in horror and begins backing up, releasing Terry. He gives a scream of despair and backs harshly into the wall. Jeannie has entered the madman's mind and is slowly killing him through his thoughts. I knew what was happening to him, she did it to all of her victims. Alistair starts sliding down the wall, blood oozing out, and slowly dies.
I did it! We did it Terry! The doctor can kill no more. We won!
I'm so tired. Can't breathe anymore.Terry! I never got to tell you how I felt. I never got to say I loved you! Never got to tell you I cared. Oh God! Don't let me die now. I need to see her again.
I couldn't see anything anymore, and everything grew dark.
Terry? Where are you? Please! Let me see her one last time before I go. Please. Can't see, can't think, can't breathe. Choking for air... Struggling for life, grasping for any ounce of energy left. My mind. can't think straight. It's over.It's over. I'll never see her again. I love you Terry! I love you.!
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Terry leaves the victim alone, running over to me, but not before freeing her. She runs over to Alistair, who had been getting up, and forcefully jabs a scalpel into his leg. Alistair screams in pain and falls down. Alistair's victim starts walking, trying to stand up right, but falls over, exhausted. I, myself begin to feel very tired and light-headed, as I watch in a trance as Terry kneels down to me. I felt like falling asleep and wishing that the pain was gone. "Mike come on... Look at me. Don't leave me... Hold on. Look at me... Mike, look at me!" Terry yells at me, trying to keep me awake, but I notice Alistair has been creeping up behind her the whole time.
He looks at me, smiling wickedly, knowing that I am going to die, being very pleased with what he did. Terry! Terry turn around! Fuck! Terry! I yell inside my mind, warning her, but for some reason, I am not able to speak. Alistair's bullet was killing me slowly, and I couldn't even speak to the one I loved. I watch, helplessly, as Alistair grabs Terry and drags her over to the gurney. She screams, and I am left alone to watch.
Don't you fucking touch her! I wanted to yell in Alistair's face. I wanted to shoot him dead for what he was planning on doing to Terry. There was no way he was going to get away with this, no way Terry was going to end up like Jeannie. I'm fucking dying and all I can do is watch as Alistair traps one of Terry's hands. I couldn't die without doing something to stop him, I had to make him stop.
The pain starting creeping up to my lungs and I begin having a hard time breathing, a hard time seeing and a hard time thinking straight. I struggle, starting to crawl upon the floor, looking for anything to stop him, but I know it's useless. As if some miracle happened, I stumble upon a keyboard. I look up and there is a computer screen in front of me. I nearly thank God.
I manage to get online and start typing the words 'www.feardotcom.com.' "Attractive women like you sell through the roof. Just like Jeannie," Alistair raves on.
I hit the enter key and watch the intro to Jeannie's site. "Alistair!" I choke out. Poor Terry is plastered against the gurney, with Alistair ready to cut her open. "Alistair!" I yell with all my strength. This time he finally turns to look at me.
He watches the computer screen in horror and begins backing up, releasing Terry. He gives a scream of despair and backs harshly into the wall. Jeannie has entered the madman's mind and is slowly killing him through his thoughts. I knew what was happening to him, she did it to all of her victims. Alistair starts sliding down the wall, blood oozing out, and slowly dies.
I did it! We did it Terry! The doctor can kill no more. We won!
I'm so tired. Can't breathe anymore.Terry! I never got to tell you how I felt. I never got to say I loved you! Never got to tell you I cared. Oh God! Don't let me die now. I need to see her again.
I couldn't see anything anymore, and everything grew dark.
Terry? Where are you? Please! Let me see her one last time before I go. Please. Can't see, can't think, can't breathe. Choking for air... Struggling for life, grasping for any ounce of energy left. My mind. can't think straight. It's over.It's over. I'll never see her again. I love you Terry! I love you.!
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