Chapter 21

"Okay," said Bryan. "Whatcha got?"

"Well, you're not going to like it," said Tony.

"What?" asked Bryan.

"I didn't find an address on the doctor, but I did find out that he's not a doctor anymore," Tony replied.

"How did you find that out?" Bryan asked.

"That's the part you're not going to like. I broke into his personnel file," said Tony, wincing at the look his partner was giving him. All their arguments were about Tony not always going by the rules.

"You did what?" asked Bryan incredulously. "Tony, that's illegal."

"Look, Bryan. The doctor's license was revoked. He was the medical director for the old psychiatric hospital on Madison Avenue. He was experimenting on his patients. He was doing some awful things to those people. No criminal charges were ever brought against him because psychiatric patients' testimonies are inadmissible in court."

"What else?" Bryan asked

"The doctor is psychotic. He's bipolar and a manic depressive. He's crazy, man, and he has Sam. I found something else out too." said Tony.

"What?" Bryan asked in trepidation.

"Sam's been poisoned."

"Well yeah, but we already knew that. They got that out of his system." said Bryan.

Tony shook his head. "You don't understand. He was poisoned again. Yesterday."

"What!" Bryan exclaimed.

"The nurse gave him another injection yesterday."

"What!" said Bryan again.

"The doctor gave the nurse a syringe full of medicine and told her to go inject it into Sam's IV. He told her that it was a sedative, and would help him rest. She was a new graduate and didn't question it."

"My God!" said Bryan. "I don't believe it. How can that happen?"

"He came into the hospital, looking every bit the part of the caring doctor, and she just didn't question it. I looked up the drug. I can't even begin to pronounce it, but I can tell you what it does. 24 hours after receiving the drug, it starts to break down all your internal organs, turning them to mush. It will kill you, but the death is very slow and painful. That's what he gave Sam, Bryan. We have to find him, or he is going to die a horrible death. He's been missing for 18 hours. That gives us six hours to find him." said Tony.

"Where is that hospital again?" asked Bryan.

"Madison Avenue." said Tony.

"If I was the good doctor, that's where I would take my victim," Bryan said.

He and Tony looked at each other and took off running. They knew where Sam was. They had to get to him before it was too late.

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Dean woke up. He was still chained to the pole. His hand was killing him. The bleeding had stopped but his hand was throbbing. He was pale and weak from all the blood loss and he felt like he was going to be sick. He hurt all over. His throat burned with thirst and his lips were parched. He tried to tug free of the chains but that just sent pain shooting from his hand all the way up his arm, so he just sat there. The doctor had got what he wanted. He wanted every part of Dean to hurt and it did, but nothing compared to the pain in his heart for his brother. He was afraid, and he didn't mind admitting it. He had no idea where Sam was or if he was even still alive. That realization hit him hard.

The man that had drilled the hole in Dean's hand came downstairs and walked over to the table of weapons. He picked up a large knife and walked over to Dean. He pressed the knife against Dean's throat. Dean just glared.

"You got something to say to me, Dean?" said the man. Dean didn't say anything. "You're not as tough as you think you are," said the man and stepped back.

"Yes, I am." Dean said through clenched teeth. He lifted up his feet and kicked the man across the room. He tugged frantically trying to get away, ignoring the pain, but it was no use. The man was on him in an instant. The knife pressed back to his throat again.

"Do it!" said Dean. "Kill me! You know you want to!"
The man shook his head. "I don't want to kill you, Dean. I just want to hurt you. I want to torture you. The doctor wants to kill you."

"Why?" asked Dean. "I know why the doctor wants me dead. He thinks I'm responsible for his brother's death, but why you? Why do you want to hurt me? What did I do to you? I don't understand."

"I grew up in this town too." the man said. "Cody was the doctor's brother, Dean, but do you know who my brother is?" he asked as he walked back over to the table of weapons, trying to decide what he wanted to do next.

"No, who?' asked Dean but he was afraid of the answer.

"Scott," said the man.

"What!" Dean yelled. "Scott is your brother?"

"Yeah, he taught me everything he knows, and now he's gone."

"Scott's not dead, man, he's in prison," said Dean. "He's crazy!"

"Careful, Dean." said the man as he chose his next weapon, then he turned on Dean, who just stared in shock.

"Come on! Please! Don't!" Dean said as he looked at the jigsaw in the man's hand.

Scott's brother started back over to Dean. "So tell me Dean, where should I begin to saw?"

Dean just shook his head as the man placed the saw above Dean's left knee and sawed into the flesh a little. Dean screamed "No!" as the saw drew blood. The man laughed.

The doctor appeared at the top of the basement steps. "Charlie!" he yelled and the man stopped. Dean was breathing hard again.

"Yeah," the man replied as he looked at Dean.

"Would you stop that? Leave a little for me, huh?"

Charlie just smiled and put the saw back on the table. Dean looked down at his leg. It wasn't too bad, and he thanked God that the doctor had stopped him. The man went back upstairs. Dean thought about what his brother and he had come out of, before they found themselves in this mess. They had been held captive for 10 days in a satanic cult, with Scott torturing them. It was bad, but it paled in comparison to where they were now. Dean didn't know if they would even get away this time and it scared him to death.