Let Me Breathe Another Breath, Let Me Live Another Day
Disclaimer: I do not own Lazytown or the characters in it. Kit, Robyn, Ché, Greta and Doctor Cole are my own characters.
Part Eleven of the Robyn series.
Dark blue eyes stared into her sky blue ones and a white toothy smile shone out in the darkness. The scalpel was still pressed to her neck and the threat hung in the air.
"Scream and I'll slit your throat." The stranger had said.
Robyn tried to recognise her attacker. There was something familiar about them but she couldn't grasp what. With her mind working quickly in its near panicked state it struck her.
It was the eyes.
Eyes the colour of a stormy sky at night. Their deep blue depths pierced Robyn as she looked into them and they seared her very soul. The voice, though a whisper, held a sing song quality and harshness beyond comprehension. The glowing white smile mocked her as she tried to stop herself trembling.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside and stopped outside of the door. Slowly the stranger moved around the bed and crouched down. Robyn could feel the scalpel pressed against her wrist as it hung by her side. She knew that any attempt to alert anyone to the presence of the stranger was futile. It would only take a split second for the stranger to slice through her wrist and remain there until the last drop of her life's blood had drained from her body. In an attempt to prevent too much attention being used on her Robyn closed her eyes hoping that the person behind the door would leave.
Doctor Cole entered the room after being stopped in the corridor by a nurse. All was quiet inside and the lights were turned off. The only light in the room was that which crept through the open door. Seeing that Robyn was sleeping he let her be. Her pain killers could wait until morning. Closing the door gently Doctor Cole continued with his duties.
A low chuckle broke the stillness in the room and the stranger stood up. They hadn't been noticed by the doctor and now they were alone with their prey once more. Moving back round to their original position the stranger replaced the scalpel at Robyn's throat. The smile returned and lightened the stormy blue eyes.
"Such a pretty face. Very soft. I wonder if it would still be pretty when I slit your throat." The stranger mocked in their harsh whisper.
Whether it was bravery, cowardice or foolishness Robyn didn't know but she replied all the same, "you said you'd slit my throat if I screamed."
Robyn's reward for her attempt at conversation with the stranger was a stinging blow to the face. It took all of her strength to not make a sound. Looking up at the stranger Robyn could see that the smile had faded and well groomed eye brows knitted together with the stormy eyes in a scowl. For her trouble the scalpel was also pressed harder into her throat which drew a small trickle of blood.
Satisfied with the sight of the blood the stranger ran two fingers of their spare hand across the trickle and lifted them to their lips. A vicious tongue licked the blood from the lips and seemed to enjoy the taste.
"Your blood is sweet. It would be so nice to try more but it would be wasted too quickly. The trickle has stopped already. Don't make me do it again." The stranger purred.
More footsteps sounded in the corridor, these were lighter than the first but their destination was the same. The door was opened straight away albeit slowly giving the stranger enough time to conceal themselves, the scalpel was placed at Robyn's wrist once again.
Through half closed eyes Robyn could see who was standing at the door. It was Kit.
Unconcerned about Robyn's appearance to be sleeping Kit entered. He'd wait in the room for her to wake up. It would be a nice surprise in the morning. Going over to a corner of the room Kit picked up a chair and carried it over to Robyn's bedside. He'd always sit on the side of the bed that faced the window so if he was awake he could watch the sun rise.
The stranger knew they were trapped. They didn't know how long the man would stay and crouching down was uncomfortable. Trying to come up with a plan the stranger could only think of two courses of action, stay crouched down and wait it out or try to make a run for it.
Something caught Kit's eye and he stood up to investigate. He could've been sure he saw movement on the other side of Robyn's bed. Kit started to slowly walk over to the window as if he'd seen nothing and was just admiring the view.
This was a mistake.
The stranger leapt up from their position and before Kit could grab them stabbed him in the forearm with the scalpel burying it deep. Kit cried out in pain and the stranger ran for the door getting out of the room before Kit could remove the still embedded scalpel. Wincing Kit tore the offending object from his arm and flinging it to the floor gave chase to his attacker.
With the delay in Kit's pursuit the stranger had a good lead on him and ran down the corridor through a set of double doors. It wasn't long before Kit caught up and crashed through the doors after the stranger. Knowing the geography of the hospital quite well by now Kit knew the stranger was heading for the stairs. He had to stop them before they reached the exit.
Picking up their pace the stranger pushed their way through another set of double doors which led to the stairs. Giving a look behind them to see if they were still being pursued the stranger ran down the stairs two at a time. They'd already descended two flights before they heard their pursuer run through the double doors and down the first flight of stairs.
Kit kept his eyes fixed on the stranger as he carried on chasing them down the stairs. He was gaining on the stranger when the unthinkable happened.
Kit's foot slipped on the stair he was running down and he fell down the rest crashing into the wall at the bottom. Lifting his head the stranger was the last thing Kit saw before darkness overtook him.
Not believing their fortune the stranger laughed as they descended the rest of the stairs and ran through a fire exit out into the night. The girl would have to wait. It was too dangerous to go back now; Kit's cry wouldn't have gone unnoticed. There would be another chance.