Hiding in Plain Sight
Chapter 3
October 31st, Halloween night.
9PM
The paramedics had loaded me up into an ambulance and we were now heading towards the hospital.
Seconds later the EMT pulled out a sharp pair of scissors and began cutting my pant leg open, revealing my newest gunshot wound which only happened just a few minutes ago.
I make it seem as if I am barely able to stay conscious, just in case they want to start asking too many questions.
I do try to mumble a few words though. "Hurting… I need painkillers."
"I can't give you anything right now. I need to put a clean gauze on your wound and continue applying pressure to it until we get to the hospital." The EMT responded. "Once we get there, we will be rolling you straight into the ICU and getting that gunshot wound patched up right away. They'll give you anesthesia as soon as you get into the operating room… trust me, you won't feel a thing."
This guy is lucky that I don't just snatch those scissors right out of his fucking hand and put him out of his fucking miserable existence.
But, I still have questions for him. "The... girl… The. girl. they brought in about… an hour ago… Is she okay?... Her name is Brenda… She is my niece."
"She's still in ICU. The doctor's said that she is in bad shape, but they also said they could tell that she was a fighter. So I think everything will be okay."
This mother fucker just dodged never waking up again. I would have slit his throat from ear to ear if he would have told me that Brenda had died. Instead, now I have to wait until they cart my ass into the ICU, so that I can find Brenda and put that little skank out of her misery. I would've never been in this situation in the first place if it wasn't for her messing up my plans. I can't wait to get my hands around her throat. Plus, if she never wakes up again, Donovan will forever be remembered as the kid that went nuts on Halloween night. They'll probably blame it on the drugs and video games, or something stupid like that.
Finally we arrived at the hospital.
The back doors of the ambulance flew open and two other medics were outside waiting to help wheel me into the emergency room.
"Are you allergic to any medications?" One of the medics asked me.
I don't want them to inject me with anything that might put me to sleep… So I lie my ass off. "I can't have anesthesia. I'm allergic to sleeping medicines."
"Okay. They will have to find a different way to numb it." He informs me as the three men roll me into the operating room.
"The doctor will be available shortly. For right now, we need to get you into a hospital gown and then onto the operating table."
I act as if I might still be in shock, making it hard for me to comply. I don't want them to know that I am fully capable of grabbing a scalpel and dicing them up like a tomato, making sure their spouses become widows tonight.
Finally the surgeon entered the room.
"How did everything go with the young girl?" One of the medics asked the surgeon.
Please tell me that bitch is dead. Please. Just. Be. Fucking. Dead.
"She's a survivor, I believe, after a little rest, she will make a full recovery, but the next 24 hours are the most critical at this point."
FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…FUCK!
The surgeon walks up beside me. "I heard you had a run in with the same guy that she did. You are both lucky to still be alive. I heard the other two boys were killed during an explosion and you were just barely able to make it out in time." He rambled on. "I heard that you are allergic to anesthesia so I am going to just numb it the best I can with a lubricated ointment. And then I'm going to get that bullet out of you."
"The girl is his niece." The medic blurted. "Maybe after she wakes up we can let him visit her."
Thanks for looking out, mother fucker. Now I am definitely glad I didn't kill your ass back in the ambulance. They might place me right next to the bitch after they remove the bullet out of my leg. This must be my lucky day.
"I doubt it. Her room will be in the children's unit." The surgeon responded.
FUCKING FIGURES!
As the surgeon goes in to retrieve the bullet from out of my leg, I sense that he is checking out my previous gunshot wounds from earlier tonight.
"How many times did you get shot by that maniac?"
"Ugh!" I grunt like a caveman, muttering as if I'm in too much pain to answer.
Moments later, after removing the bullet, the surgeon sews me up, and then steps out of the room.
I turn my head to try and get a good look through the window of the door. I can see the sheriff approaching the surgeon.
I get up from out of the bed and hobble closer to the door. I want to know exactly what they are talking about. Depending on what he says next, I might have to tear through this door and begin killing everyone in sight.
"How is our gunshot victim doing?" The sheriff asked the surgeon.
"He's doing good. He seems like he might still be in shock from what happened to him tonight, but stable." The surgeon replied. "Did you know that he had also been shot earlier tonight?"
"No. He never said anything to me about it. It could possibly be due to the shock, like you said." The Sheriff replied.
"Did you find two guns on the suspect?"
"No. Why do you ask that?"
"Because the bullet that hit him in his leg was from a revolver and the bullet wound in his upper chest and arm came from a standard nine millimeter handgun."
"Upper chest and arm?" The Sheriff repeated, looking rather concerned. "Is he awake enough for me to talk to him?"
SHIT! This is it. He is about to come into the room and I am going to have to go ape-shit on his ass.
Suddenly a message is relayed to him through his walkie-talkie. "Hey boss. I have something I need you to see…copy."
"Copy that. This is the Sheriff. I'm in the ICU at the hospital. Where are you?"
"We are pulling into the hospital parking lot as we speak."
"I'll meet you in the lobby just outside of the emergency room."
Then the sheriff turned towards the surgeon. "Get the patient to wake up. I will have a few questions for him after I get back." He instructed the surgeon, heading off towards the lobby.
I quickly look around the room.
I spotted a scalpel and an anesthetic syringe, the same syringe they were probably going to use on me if I hadn't told them I was allergic. I snatched both of them up and quickly laid back down on the operating table before the surgeon could re-enter the room.
After entering, the surgeon took out a thing of smelling salts and began waving it back and forth under my nose. It is irritating me, but I act like I'm slowly coming to.
Then, he tried getting me to sit up. I make it seem like I am willing to give it a valid effort, all while keeping the scalpel and syringe out of his sight.
After getting me to sit up, although I was still a bit slumped over, he tried putting his arm around me, hoping he could help me stand up.
This is my opportunity to strike.
I swing the scalpel around with all the force I've got, piercing into the surgeon's neck as far as it would go.
And then I rip the blade out of his throat by cutting directly through his Adam's Apple.
Blood is spurting out everywhere like a fountain. He is stunned, placing his hands around his neck, trying to apply as much pressure as possible.
Shortly after, he fell to the ground, choking… drowning in his own blood. He tried crawling towards the door hoping to get help, but I quickly stopped him by stabbing the scalpel into his calf muscle and then slitting his leg all the way down to his achilles heel.
He continues gurgling blood, trying to call for help, but his voice box has been destroyed.
I then walk over and put my foot on the back of his neck and press down as hard as I can, cutting off the last of any air supply he might have left.
Finally, the gurgling stopped and he was dead.
I quickly removed his surgical mask and cap, and then put them on myself. I also grabbed his security badge, but his lab coat had far too much blood on it to put it on, so I would have to use one of the blankets folded up in the corner of the room to try and cover up a little better before I head out looking for Brenda.
I looked out of the window and into the emergency room lobby. I could see that the sheriff was still waiting for his deputies to come inside. If I am going to get to Brenda's room, I am going to have to get past the Sheriff and head over towards the children's unit.
I move laterally towards the lobby, and to my surprise, someone has left their lab coat folded over an office chair. I quickly snatched it up and put it on. I also grab some papers from off the desk so that I can shield my face.
I begin walking closer to the lobby. The Sheriff is concentrating on the door. I could probably sneak right past him.
Just as I was going to make my move, two police officers entered the lobby. I quickly ducked behind a cubical.
It looked like one of the cops had a set of muddy clothes in his hand. I could hear them talking.
"What's up guys?" The Sheriff asked.
One of the deputies held up the clothes. "The dogs found these clothes while we were searching for our suspect in the woods."
"Yeah? It looks like the exact same type of clothes that Donovan would wear. What about them?"
"These aren't Donovan's clothes." The deputy proclaimed. "Donovan wears a thirty inch waist size. These are thirty-six. Plus, we found a hole in the upper chest area and the arm sleeve. The crime scene investigator said that Donovan had a similar bullet hole in his upper chest, but there was no hole in his arm."
The Sheriff suddenly had a revelation. "Holes in the upper chest and arm sleeve?" He repeated. "Come on! We have to get to the surgical room right away!" He commanded them to quickly follow behind.
The three men bursted through the lobby doors and into the emergency room area. They ran right past me as I sat with my back turned towards them, looking at the papers I had in my hand. I can only imagine the surprised look on their stupid faces when they finally enter the surgical room only to find the mangled body of the surgeon and I'm nowhere in sight.
I move out of the cubical and head towards the children's unit. There is no way the police will ever be able to stop me before I've had a chance to cut Brenda's head clean off and mount it on the wall. Besides, I look just like a doctor and I have a surgeon's security badge… I will be able to have access to anywhere I want in this place.
After a couple minutes I found the children's unit. They almost make it too easy for me to find Brenda's room thanks to the clipboards hanging outside in the hall.
Room C237.
I enter the room with a huge smile on my face.
"Hello, you little bitch. The doctor is here to see you now."
I approached her bed. She is lying there peacefully unconscious, covered up with a warm blanket.
I pulled the blanket off of her and then ripped her nightgown away. I wanted to see the mark I left when I stabbed my knife into her chest. It was covered with a large gauze taped around the wound. I quickly ripped it straight off, causing her to jerk in her sleep. I get a rush knowing I've gotten this close to her again tonight.
The knife wound was still so fresh, masterfully sewn up and bruised a deep red and purple.
I press down on it. I want her to wake up because I want her to see my face one last time. I wanted to see if she makes the same face she did when she realized I was chasing her up the steep hill.
"Wake up, BITCH!" I press harder.
Suddenly her eyes start to flutter and I can tell she is somewhat coherent.
I bent down to whisper into her ear. "It's me. I found you. I'm here to finish the job. Then, I'm going to go back to your house and wait for mommy and daddy to come home from the hospital, and then I will gut them and hang them from the staircase by their intestines. Then, I'm going to find everyone that is related to you... and torture them for hours... making them beg for me to kill them."
Brenda's eyes finally opened wide and I could tell that she was extremely traumatized.
She tried to scream, but my hands were already tightly placed around her throat. The best she could do was let out a small gasp of air as she wiggled and squirmed about on her bed.
I could feel the life leaving her body as I continued crushing her windpipe.
Suddenly, I had a revelation. I couldn't kill her. I had no reason to. The Sheriff now knows that I killed the surgeon and most likely the two boys at the animal clinic. Surely he has figured out that Donovan was only a patsy.
I started to release my grip. "I'm not going to kill you today. I'm going to let you live… for now. I want you and everyone else to know that I am still out there somewhere… lurking about… Hiding in plain sight."
