Disclaimer: Lara, Kurtis, Konstantin, Karel and Winston don't belong to me. Only Kurtis's mother is mine and only in the way she excists in this story. Oh...and the plot is mine also.
Sorry about my action parts. I have never written anything like this before.
Through the Glass
Gladly he didn't loose his conciousness although sliding down the stairs with his stomach wasn't very painless experience. Every step had hurt more than the last one and Kurtis had never thought there would be so many of them. At least it had felt like there were hundreds and the sliding would never end. Slowly he raised his head which hurt now. Before the slide it had been only his stomach that had hurted and of course the place in his hand they had sticked the tubes in had been a bit sore. Now the pain in his head had joined them.
He knew he didn't have time to linger because it was matter of minutes or seconds when they would find him. When the one who heard him would find him. In his mind he could all ready picture the sight of someone running down the stairs and screaming help at the same time. If he didn't move soon that was what was going to happen.
He wasn't sure in which floor he was in but there appeared to be no more stairs that lead in a lower storey. Then he saw a door and above it was a green light which would show a nearest exit during a fire. He tried to stand up but couldn't. It seemed like his legs refused to obey him, like they wouldn't want to receive any more damage. A silent sigh escaped his lips when he began to crawl towards the door that was his only way out of this place.
The distance between him and the door was only a few metres but to him it seemed like kilometres and the more he crawled the more unreachable the door became. Then he heard creaking but the door infront of him didn't open. Instead of it the door in the upper floor had opened. Then he heard silent voices. They were almost whispers but somehow he got the feeling that the ones doing the talking wanted him to hear.
"Are you sure you heard someone?", asked a very tired voice.
"Positive. I heard someone fall. One can not be mistaken of a racket like that", esclamed a voice that sounded panicked in Kurtis's ears.
"But...there's no one here. Maybe you just ima..*
Then an odd silence fell. What Kurtis couldn't hear or see explaned it. The nurse who had been speaking had noticed the little marks of blood on the floor.
"Have you checked there?"
"I was going to", said the panicked voice.
This was his shot and if he blew it he wouldn't get any others. The nurses propably would tie him on his bed so he wouldn't escape his room again. He forced himself to stand up and with the help of the wall he managed to reach the door. That moment he could've swared that luck was on his side. The door did make any sound and with great difficulties he was able to go through it.
Another corridor...great. He didn't have time to find out where he was because he heard someone coming down the stairs. Then there was a scream for help and words that were so silent that Kurtis could only here mumbling. The nurses knew where he had gone because there was only one way out of that room. Shit. Time was what he needed now and it was also the only thing he couldn't get. He started to walk through the corridor leaning to the wall. Grimace had taken over his normally so calm face and he didn't know how much longer he could keep on going. In that moment he heard the door to the stairway creack open.
The nurse who stormed through the door had to face an empty corridor. There was no siqn that someone had gone that way. At least no other siqns that bloody handprints on walls. They stopped suddenly like the missing patient had found a way to turn himself or herself invisible.
Instead of turning invisible Kurtis had rushed through the next door and found himself now in a room full of patients who were asleep. None of them seemed to be severely wounded so he had to proceed quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone up. It sounded easier than it was. He got to the window and to his relief saw that he was in first floor. His relief though was short-lived because a man had woken up and as soon as he saw Kurtis by the window he panicked. Kurtis raised his hands as tho show he carried no weapons but it didn't calm the man down. Then Kurtis saw it. There was a button that was used to call nurses if there was something wrong in the man's hand and he was pushing it. At the same instant the door flew open and Kurtis saw someone dressed in white clothes step through. A nurse. He didn't have time to concider his next action much. He took couple steps towards the nurse who stood there with a flahlight pointed to his face. The light was almost blinding.
On the spur of the moment he turned around facing the window, closed his eyes and let his legs take few wobbling running steps before he bounced. Everything seemed to stop for a moment and he stepped outside himself to watch his own body smashing through the window. All he could hear was the sound of a a breaking glass and the clinking as the pieces fell on the floor. In the backround someone screamed. It didn't hurt him, not a single bit although the broken glass cut him from several places and it felt like the touchdown would never come.
It did come and when it came his whole body ached. He felt something warm running down his cheek and touched it with his finger. Blood. Getting away seemed more like a childhood dream than something that could possibly happen but at least he was out of the hospital now. Discharged himself. He propably looked like some psycho who had just ran away from mental hospital and continued his favourite little hobby, dismembering people. None of this mattered to him at the moment for he heard someone yelling inside the building. Once more he collected all the strenght he had left and stood up. Across the street, eh? Across the street she had written and that was the best lead he had at the moment though she could be anywhere.
Sorry about my action parts. I have never written anything like this before.
Through the Glass
Gladly he didn't loose his conciousness although sliding down the stairs with his stomach wasn't very painless experience. Every step had hurt more than the last one and Kurtis had never thought there would be so many of them. At least it had felt like there were hundreds and the sliding would never end. Slowly he raised his head which hurt now. Before the slide it had been only his stomach that had hurted and of course the place in his hand they had sticked the tubes in had been a bit sore. Now the pain in his head had joined them.
He knew he didn't have time to linger because it was matter of minutes or seconds when they would find him. When the one who heard him would find him. In his mind he could all ready picture the sight of someone running down the stairs and screaming help at the same time. If he didn't move soon that was what was going to happen.
He wasn't sure in which floor he was in but there appeared to be no more stairs that lead in a lower storey. Then he saw a door and above it was a green light which would show a nearest exit during a fire. He tried to stand up but couldn't. It seemed like his legs refused to obey him, like they wouldn't want to receive any more damage. A silent sigh escaped his lips when he began to crawl towards the door that was his only way out of this place.
The distance between him and the door was only a few metres but to him it seemed like kilometres and the more he crawled the more unreachable the door became. Then he heard creaking but the door infront of him didn't open. Instead of it the door in the upper floor had opened. Then he heard silent voices. They were almost whispers but somehow he got the feeling that the ones doing the talking wanted him to hear.
"Are you sure you heard someone?", asked a very tired voice.
"Positive. I heard someone fall. One can not be mistaken of a racket like that", esclamed a voice that sounded panicked in Kurtis's ears.
"But...there's no one here. Maybe you just ima..*
Then an odd silence fell. What Kurtis couldn't hear or see explaned it. The nurse who had been speaking had noticed the little marks of blood on the floor.
"Have you checked there?"
"I was going to", said the panicked voice.
This was his shot and if he blew it he wouldn't get any others. The nurses propably would tie him on his bed so he wouldn't escape his room again. He forced himself to stand up and with the help of the wall he managed to reach the door. That moment he could've swared that luck was on his side. The door did make any sound and with great difficulties he was able to go through it.
Another corridor...great. He didn't have time to find out where he was because he heard someone coming down the stairs. Then there was a scream for help and words that were so silent that Kurtis could only here mumbling. The nurses knew where he had gone because there was only one way out of that room. Shit. Time was what he needed now and it was also the only thing he couldn't get. He started to walk through the corridor leaning to the wall. Grimace had taken over his normally so calm face and he didn't know how much longer he could keep on going. In that moment he heard the door to the stairway creack open.
The nurse who stormed through the door had to face an empty corridor. There was no siqn that someone had gone that way. At least no other siqns that bloody handprints on walls. They stopped suddenly like the missing patient had found a way to turn himself or herself invisible.
Instead of turning invisible Kurtis had rushed through the next door and found himself now in a room full of patients who were asleep. None of them seemed to be severely wounded so he had to proceed quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone up. It sounded easier than it was. He got to the window and to his relief saw that he was in first floor. His relief though was short-lived because a man had woken up and as soon as he saw Kurtis by the window he panicked. Kurtis raised his hands as tho show he carried no weapons but it didn't calm the man down. Then Kurtis saw it. There was a button that was used to call nurses if there was something wrong in the man's hand and he was pushing it. At the same instant the door flew open and Kurtis saw someone dressed in white clothes step through. A nurse. He didn't have time to concider his next action much. He took couple steps towards the nurse who stood there with a flahlight pointed to his face. The light was almost blinding.
On the spur of the moment he turned around facing the window, closed his eyes and let his legs take few wobbling running steps before he bounced. Everything seemed to stop for a moment and he stepped outside himself to watch his own body smashing through the window. All he could hear was the sound of a a breaking glass and the clinking as the pieces fell on the floor. In the backround someone screamed. It didn't hurt him, not a single bit although the broken glass cut him from several places and it felt like the touchdown would never come.
It did come and when it came his whole body ached. He felt something warm running down his cheek and touched it with his finger. Blood. Getting away seemed more like a childhood dream than something that could possibly happen but at least he was out of the hospital now. Discharged himself. He propably looked like some psycho who had just ran away from mental hospital and continued his favourite little hobby, dismembering people. None of this mattered to him at the moment for he heard someone yelling inside the building. Once more he collected all the strenght he had left and stood up. Across the street, eh? Across the street she had written and that was the best lead he had at the moment though she could be anywhere.