And She Died

By Dead Dance Pretty(formaly known as AlluringRaptureX)

Chapter 3: Death to Mona

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Kingdom Hospital characters. All Rights Reserve to Mr. King. I do however own two characters in this story. Enjoy.

Dr. Hook was on his way to Rickman's room for one of Peter's daily check-ups.

He was on the second elevator when he heard the faint crying sound of a little girl. Mary he thought. At this point, Hook wasn't sure how to set poor Mary free. Druse was locked up in her room and Rickman was out like a light bulb lately. Hook ran his hand through his hair in frustration as the elevator doors stopped and opened. They opened to an unusual silence and a darker hallway then it had ever seemed. Dr. Hook even had to pause a moment to be sure he was in the right hallway. Maybe it was just him? Oh well, it didn't matter, he had a check-up to attend to.

He slowly turned the knob to Peter's door and opened it carefully, peeking his head in to see if Natalie was checking in at the moment. She wasn't. Hook walked into the room and felt a weird, but frightening sensation go through him. It was like some kind of disturbance had entered the room. As if the room had an uneasy feeling surrounding it's dark shadowed walls and sickly feeling of death. But Hook was sure to look to see if Peter was still in his bed. He was.

Rickman was lying there like road kill as his eyelids twitched every now and then. What was Hook thinking, Rickman was basically road kill. The way he laid there like he was already dead. The cuts that marked his body and the bandage that kept his head together. It was amazing that he had actually survived the accident.

Hook gained the courage to walk over to the immobilized man and looked at the machines working so hard to keep him alive. He took Peter's pulse and did other little various tests before he departed from him.

Just after Dr. Hook left, Mary appeared before Peter with tears still rolling down her dead eyes. She looked over him and whispered out "Poor Peter." As she reached for his hand the hospital gave another shake, this time the black noise became louder as the voices filled the room. But with the familiar voices came unfamiliar singing that echoed with them. Mary noticed this change as she listened intently.

The song was beautifully sung, but the words were not heard. Suddenly Rickman's door opened up and there appeared Sally Druse, hanging onto the doorknob for dear life. Mary quickly disappeared.

The quake had stalled slowly and began to stop. Paul, at the time,

was in the old Kingdom trying to pass time by, by tinkering with whatever Gottriech had in his lab. He wasn't even sure if he was ruining anything and quite frankly, he didn't care. At the moment he was mixing chemicals with other chemicals in an attempt to amuse himself and hoping something would explode.

He picked up a green liquid and pondered over mixing it with the other three he just mixed together. It only took a second to decide and in he poured the liquid. Morlock moved his head closer to the oddly shaped glass as it began to bubble. "Finally" he muttered.

In one big blast the glass burst and sent (what was really a big explosion) through the small room. Sending Paul backwards and having him hit the concrete ground. Just as he thought he'd just get right back up and fix it, a bright light enveloped him and his mind grew dark as he tried to choke out words.

A few minutes later his vision cleared and he noticed he was in a small town with many little houses. Two people stood in front of him and he realized he recognized both. One was him and the other a girl who was someone he knew, but he couldn't remember exactly at the moment. "You shouldn't say anything; it will only piss her off. And unfortunately, she has a great deal of power." the mysterious girl said.

Paul watched him self huff then cross his arms. "I don't care, I'm sick of her always finding a way to ruin my day or make me feel lower then I already am."

Why can't I remember what we were talking about? Why can't I remember her? Who are we talking about? How come I don't even remember this at all? Paul felt all these question bombard his head. Was this a lost memory? One he had forgotten when he crossed over? "I know, you just want to stab the guts out of her. Especially the way she's all over Alexander." He watched the girl twitch when she said this, then she placed her right hand on Paul's crossed arms(the alive one) and smiled. "But maybe she won't have to live for long."

Paul watched himself smirk and look out into the setting sun. "My dear Alice," he heard him self begin. "you have one wickedly evil mind."

The memory started to fade and Paul felt himself struggling to get it back. It was important, he knew that. He never thought about it before that he had forgotten all his memories including his death. He never guessed that it really mattered if he knew them or not because it was the past. But now he did and now he wanted to remember everything. Like who was Alice? Was she his lover? A close friend? Who did they want to die or hate so much? Where were they talking? Were they even aloud to see each other? Or like was he even insane then?

Paul's head was hurting and swimming with questions. Which were looking for answers. He slowly opened his eyes, praying that maybe it would be another memory, but it wasn't. The smell of death and the feeling of concrete brought him back to his terrifying realization he was back at the Kingdom. Or perhaps he never left. He sat up and examined the room he just exploded chemicals in. It was in tack but everything else was covered in suit. The doctor was going to kill him. He stood up and felt a tingling feeling rush through him. The voice he heard early, the one calling his name. Could that have been Alice?

The new ghost girl was traveling from wall to wall to wall

calling out Paul's name but finding no one. She stopped in Mona Klingerman's room and cried out to herself "Am I alone?"

Mona was doing her usual, rocking back and forth looking like she had something to say but couldn't find the words to say it. Alice stopped crying and looked at Mona. "Do you know something I don't?" she asked, floating forward to Mona.

Mona just rocked back and forth, saying nothing more. The ghost girl extended her hand and smiled "I'm Alice, you must be Mona Klingerman."

Still Mona continued to rock back and forth. This is when Alice understood and withdrew her hand floating a few inches high so she could look down at the A student. "You poor thing. You terribly want freedom but you'll never find it in that body dear. You have so many stories to tell but your frustrated because you can't get them out. How can they keep you like this?" Alice sat on the bed in front of Mona, positioning herself Indian style. "You must get out, you must get out." Alice reached a hand toward her and placed it where little Mona's heart beat. "You shall speak again."

A sudden flash swallowed Mona as Alice disappeared in it. Mona felt her vision become dark and her heart slowly stop. She was dieing, she could feel it. Mona stopped rocking and laid back on her hospital bed with a smile curving her lips. The monitors began to beep at a steady sound that meant only the worst in some cases. Little Mona, was no more.

"How could this happen!" screamed Mrs. Klingerman, weeping into the

arms of her husband.

"It happens, we tried everything we could to keep her alive. Every possible thi-"

"I don't want your excuses!" she cried out in fury.

Hook wasn't sure what to do. He wished Stegman were here so he wouldn't have to deal with this. This was just going to make things worse for Steg anyway, when he found out Mona Klingerman was dead.