Dennis looked at the hospital. They began to walk to the hospital and
Dennis reached inside of his pockets and put on a pair of work gloves.
"Look until we get inside I don't want to see anything." Dennis said.
Samuel nodded and then looked at the box. He pulled out a few other things. One of them was a wallet. He handed it to Dennis and waited for him to see the things that he did. Dennis took the wallet and nodded. He took off a glove and the flash happened. He saw a boy about 19 years old. The boy was walking out of the employee area. He had changed back into his off work clothes and was heading home. In truth he was ready to get gone. He had one of those days where everything felt wrong. And he had grown accustom to trusting his feelings. Has he walked toward the front of the hospital he saw Bartlet. He was holding a shotgun and had just killed a doctor. He backed up. "Hey there Johnny. Come on don't you got another smart remark for me again?" Bartlet asked with a sick smile. He watched has Bartlet lowered the shotgun and fired. Johnny felt his body lift off of the ground and get thrown against the wall. He slid down and felt the hole where his stomach used to be. Bartlet walked close to him. "Be seeing you Johnny." He said with a laugh and walked on. Johnny tried to speak. He tried to get up but he felt so much pain. His breath was weak now. "God I don't want to die. I don't want to leave her behind." Johnny thought before his breath ended. His eyes glazed over and his head turned to the side.
"Who was that?" Dennis asked his entire body shook.
"That was from a young man that was working has a grounds keeper for the hospital. His name was John Page. I know that Bartlet shot him and that died like that. Most of Bartlet's victims where shot. There where some that he took a more personal view to. But what did you see?" Samuel asked.
"Bartlet walked in. Johnny was heading out. He saw Bartlet gun down a doctor. Bartlet shot him and the blast picked him up and slammed him against the wall." Dennis said has he looked at Samuel.
Samuel looked at the hospital and then back at Dennis.
"Dennis how much do you really want to know before you go in there?" Samuel asked.
"I want to know exactly what you are looking for." Dennis said.
"Like I said I want to find Charles' victims." Samuel said.
Dennis shook his head and looked at him.
"Even a writer has more agenda than that Samuel. What is it that you are looking for?" Dennis asked again.
Samuel then shrugged his shoulders and looked at the hospital.
"Dennis you ever hear of the instances where a person can see spirits?" Samuel asked.
Dennis nodded and looked at him questioningly.
"Well it's strange some people see them constantly. Others see them for only a split second. I am the latter. I've seen them, but for just a moment. And the time I did was here. I saw a girl. The most beautiful girl in the world, but she was so sad. So I wanted to help her. It was the only thing that I could think of. I wanted to find out why she was so sad." Samuel said looking at the house.
"Well getting gunned down by a mad man would make anyone a little upset." Dennis said has he looked at Samuel. "So you seriously think that your little ghost sweetie is going to want help? Samuel ghosts that die a violent death are usually so caught up in being killed like that they don't want help. They want to make others hurt like they did." Dennis said to him.
"Dennis I'm not saying that it's sane. But I want to know. I want to understand and I want to help if I can." Samuel said to him.
Dennis looked at him and tried to understand this man. They started to walk inside of the building. Samuel knew that to really help Dennis understand he would have to show him her. And it would be hard to, but Dennis had to know. He dug out a small ring. It was so lovely. The ring looked beautiful the ruby in the center sparkling beautifully.
"Dennis look at this." He said has he handed him the ring.
Dennis took it and felt a flood of memories come to him. He saw a young lady. Her raven hair short unlike the others at the hospital. She was leaving for the day. She saw Bartlet there earlier and heard him talk about how everyone needed to pay. She thought about going back in and telling the head nurse what she heard. But the truth was that she was tired. She had been in here for nearly 3 days with a terrible flu that was a sort of mutated version of the flu. The doctors had kept her in long enough to ensure that she would be alright and right now she just wanted to leave. Although tomorrow she would have to come back and see everyone again. So she walked out to a car. That's when she heard the gun shots. She turned to see Charles in the front door with her friend Jessica. His gun barrel lifting her skirt and rubbing her ass with it. She felt so sick to her stomach. "The Police!" She thought to herself has she ran. But again another gun shot and then another. She ran in and saw Johnny dying. Her eyes opened wide looking at his chest has it stopped moving. She ran over to him and caressed his cheek.
"No." She said has she looked at him. She couldn't believe this. She didn't want to believe it. Johnny couldn't be dead. He was so wonderful. There was no way that he should have been killed like that. She heard Bartlet in the other room laughing. Grabbing a scalpel from an over turned tray she ran after him. She jabbed it into his side and Bartlet screamed. He turned to her. Throwing down his gun he looked at this person that dared to fight back.
"Time to die slut!" He said with a face full of hate. She tried to slash him but he caught her hand. His hand wrapped around her neck. She felt him strangling her. His grip tightening harder. She saw him look in the corner and then slap her hard. She fell to the ground choking and trying to catch her breath. He brought a restraint that was used for violent patients. She felt his hands clasp hers behind her back and she couldn't move them. They where completely restrained. He then took and grabbed a gown. She felt him make a noose around her neck and she tried to cry out. He pulled hard and she felt her air completely cut off. She kicked but it was no good. Finally her body grew still and she began to drift off. She watched has he dropped her. "Stupid slut. Stabbing me like that. Taught that bitch." Bartlet said has he walked away from her and grabbed his gun.
Dennis came back to himself. He was shaking has he looked at Samuel and handed the ring to him.
"Was that her?" Dennis asked.
"Yeah it was." Samuel said with a solemn look on his face. "I don't know much about her. I know that this was her ring. And I know that her name was Rachel Summers. I know that she wasn't part of the staff, but a lot of the records have long since disappeared from in there." Samuel said has he looked at Dennis.
Dennis got a confused look on his face and then he looked straight at Samuel.
"You went in there? Do you know how dumb that is? I mean doing that without some kind of protection or some kind of barrier spell is asking for something to get you." Dennis said.
"What like Bartlet could be in there?" Samuel asked.
"That's a possibility. Plus most of the people that he killed is going to be ticked off that they died." Dennis said has he looked at the hospital. They where now at the front doors. Dennis opened it and could feel a cold breeze hit him.
He could smell death even though it was old it was still death. He decided to try out the glasses. When he put them on he saw a little girl. It was her torso anyway. Her legs where walking close behind her. Her face looked familiar and then Dennis recognized her. It was Susan. She looked at them and grinned. Then suddenly she disappeared.
"Do I need to tell you that this is a bad, bad idea?" Dennis asked has he looked at Samuel.
"No, but it is alright Dennis, I already know that it is. But like I said I have to know." Samuel said has they walked into the hospital getting ready for what awaited them.
"Samuel since we are walking into what could be the possible worst experience that I will ever have in my entire life. Why don't you tell me a little about your being able to see dead people?" Dennis asked.
"It's hard to explain Dennis. Think of it this way. Where you can sense them and see things about their life, I can see them, but only in patches. I can never see them for long and when I do it's strange. There was a guy that explained it once to me. He said that some people are able to see things. And when they are it's like being in a huge dark tunnel with a flashlight that's batteries are about to go out. Well mine is having to be hit every couple of seconds for it to work. If I hadn't of been in her researching I would have never have seen her." Samuel said.
Dennis then thought about this. He realized that Samuel had a gift but it was so unused that he couldn't control it. So the example of the flashlight wasn't too far off for him. Of course his own gift was like a flood light in a different tunnel. And he would have been more than happy to trade his flood light for Samuel's flashlight.
They walked inside and he saw ghosts. All kinds of ghosts thanks to those glasses. Most of them where just ghosts of people that died of natural causes. But then there where the ones that died at Bartlet's hands.
"Samuel, I think that most of these ghosts could care less about help." Dennis said has he looked at a doctor whose clothes where stained with blood and a whole in his side.
"Dennis I want to find and help her." Samuel said. "Well that and write this book. It's going to be a best seller." Samuel said with a grin.
Dennis smiled for a second. At least the guy had a sense of humor.
"Look until we get inside I don't want to see anything." Dennis said.
Samuel nodded and then looked at the box. He pulled out a few other things. One of them was a wallet. He handed it to Dennis and waited for him to see the things that he did. Dennis took the wallet and nodded. He took off a glove and the flash happened. He saw a boy about 19 years old. The boy was walking out of the employee area. He had changed back into his off work clothes and was heading home. In truth he was ready to get gone. He had one of those days where everything felt wrong. And he had grown accustom to trusting his feelings. Has he walked toward the front of the hospital he saw Bartlet. He was holding a shotgun and had just killed a doctor. He backed up. "Hey there Johnny. Come on don't you got another smart remark for me again?" Bartlet asked with a sick smile. He watched has Bartlet lowered the shotgun and fired. Johnny felt his body lift off of the ground and get thrown against the wall. He slid down and felt the hole where his stomach used to be. Bartlet walked close to him. "Be seeing you Johnny." He said with a laugh and walked on. Johnny tried to speak. He tried to get up but he felt so much pain. His breath was weak now. "God I don't want to die. I don't want to leave her behind." Johnny thought before his breath ended. His eyes glazed over and his head turned to the side.
"Who was that?" Dennis asked his entire body shook.
"That was from a young man that was working has a grounds keeper for the hospital. His name was John Page. I know that Bartlet shot him and that died like that. Most of Bartlet's victims where shot. There where some that he took a more personal view to. But what did you see?" Samuel asked.
"Bartlet walked in. Johnny was heading out. He saw Bartlet gun down a doctor. Bartlet shot him and the blast picked him up and slammed him against the wall." Dennis said has he looked at Samuel.
Samuel looked at the hospital and then back at Dennis.
"Dennis how much do you really want to know before you go in there?" Samuel asked.
"I want to know exactly what you are looking for." Dennis said.
"Like I said I want to find Charles' victims." Samuel said.
Dennis shook his head and looked at him.
"Even a writer has more agenda than that Samuel. What is it that you are looking for?" Dennis asked again.
Samuel then shrugged his shoulders and looked at the hospital.
"Dennis you ever hear of the instances where a person can see spirits?" Samuel asked.
Dennis nodded and looked at him questioningly.
"Well it's strange some people see them constantly. Others see them for only a split second. I am the latter. I've seen them, but for just a moment. And the time I did was here. I saw a girl. The most beautiful girl in the world, but she was so sad. So I wanted to help her. It was the only thing that I could think of. I wanted to find out why she was so sad." Samuel said looking at the house.
"Well getting gunned down by a mad man would make anyone a little upset." Dennis said has he looked at Samuel. "So you seriously think that your little ghost sweetie is going to want help? Samuel ghosts that die a violent death are usually so caught up in being killed like that they don't want help. They want to make others hurt like they did." Dennis said to him.
"Dennis I'm not saying that it's sane. But I want to know. I want to understand and I want to help if I can." Samuel said to him.
Dennis looked at him and tried to understand this man. They started to walk inside of the building. Samuel knew that to really help Dennis understand he would have to show him her. And it would be hard to, but Dennis had to know. He dug out a small ring. It was so lovely. The ring looked beautiful the ruby in the center sparkling beautifully.
"Dennis look at this." He said has he handed him the ring.
Dennis took it and felt a flood of memories come to him. He saw a young lady. Her raven hair short unlike the others at the hospital. She was leaving for the day. She saw Bartlet there earlier and heard him talk about how everyone needed to pay. She thought about going back in and telling the head nurse what she heard. But the truth was that she was tired. She had been in here for nearly 3 days with a terrible flu that was a sort of mutated version of the flu. The doctors had kept her in long enough to ensure that she would be alright and right now she just wanted to leave. Although tomorrow she would have to come back and see everyone again. So she walked out to a car. That's when she heard the gun shots. She turned to see Charles in the front door with her friend Jessica. His gun barrel lifting her skirt and rubbing her ass with it. She felt so sick to her stomach. "The Police!" She thought to herself has she ran. But again another gun shot and then another. She ran in and saw Johnny dying. Her eyes opened wide looking at his chest has it stopped moving. She ran over to him and caressed his cheek.
"No." She said has she looked at him. She couldn't believe this. She didn't want to believe it. Johnny couldn't be dead. He was so wonderful. There was no way that he should have been killed like that. She heard Bartlet in the other room laughing. Grabbing a scalpel from an over turned tray she ran after him. She jabbed it into his side and Bartlet screamed. He turned to her. Throwing down his gun he looked at this person that dared to fight back.
"Time to die slut!" He said with a face full of hate. She tried to slash him but he caught her hand. His hand wrapped around her neck. She felt him strangling her. His grip tightening harder. She saw him look in the corner and then slap her hard. She fell to the ground choking and trying to catch her breath. He brought a restraint that was used for violent patients. She felt his hands clasp hers behind her back and she couldn't move them. They where completely restrained. He then took and grabbed a gown. She felt him make a noose around her neck and she tried to cry out. He pulled hard and she felt her air completely cut off. She kicked but it was no good. Finally her body grew still and she began to drift off. She watched has he dropped her. "Stupid slut. Stabbing me like that. Taught that bitch." Bartlet said has he walked away from her and grabbed his gun.
Dennis came back to himself. He was shaking has he looked at Samuel and handed the ring to him.
"Was that her?" Dennis asked.
"Yeah it was." Samuel said with a solemn look on his face. "I don't know much about her. I know that this was her ring. And I know that her name was Rachel Summers. I know that she wasn't part of the staff, but a lot of the records have long since disappeared from in there." Samuel said has he looked at Dennis.
Dennis got a confused look on his face and then he looked straight at Samuel.
"You went in there? Do you know how dumb that is? I mean doing that without some kind of protection or some kind of barrier spell is asking for something to get you." Dennis said.
"What like Bartlet could be in there?" Samuel asked.
"That's a possibility. Plus most of the people that he killed is going to be ticked off that they died." Dennis said has he looked at the hospital. They where now at the front doors. Dennis opened it and could feel a cold breeze hit him.
He could smell death even though it was old it was still death. He decided to try out the glasses. When he put them on he saw a little girl. It was her torso anyway. Her legs where walking close behind her. Her face looked familiar and then Dennis recognized her. It was Susan. She looked at them and grinned. Then suddenly she disappeared.
"Do I need to tell you that this is a bad, bad idea?" Dennis asked has he looked at Samuel.
"No, but it is alright Dennis, I already know that it is. But like I said I have to know." Samuel said has they walked into the hospital getting ready for what awaited them.
"Samuel since we are walking into what could be the possible worst experience that I will ever have in my entire life. Why don't you tell me a little about your being able to see dead people?" Dennis asked.
"It's hard to explain Dennis. Think of it this way. Where you can sense them and see things about their life, I can see them, but only in patches. I can never see them for long and when I do it's strange. There was a guy that explained it once to me. He said that some people are able to see things. And when they are it's like being in a huge dark tunnel with a flashlight that's batteries are about to go out. Well mine is having to be hit every couple of seconds for it to work. If I hadn't of been in her researching I would have never have seen her." Samuel said.
Dennis then thought about this. He realized that Samuel had a gift but it was so unused that he couldn't control it. So the example of the flashlight wasn't too far off for him. Of course his own gift was like a flood light in a different tunnel. And he would have been more than happy to trade his flood light for Samuel's flashlight.
They walked inside and he saw ghosts. All kinds of ghosts thanks to those glasses. Most of them where just ghosts of people that died of natural causes. But then there where the ones that died at Bartlet's hands.
"Samuel, I think that most of these ghosts could care less about help." Dennis said has he looked at a doctor whose clothes where stained with blood and a whole in his side.
"Dennis I want to find and help her." Samuel said. "Well that and write this book. It's going to be a best seller." Samuel said with a grin.
Dennis smiled for a second. At least the guy had a sense of humor.