21
Claire lay at the back of the padded cell. It had been over two hours since she was caught. It was still all a puzzle to her. The Tyrant and now Alexia.
Was she really losing her mind? Or was it all a bad nightmare? She hoped for the latter so she could wake up next to Steve. Her cell was dark, part of the punishment maybe. Whatever it was she was glad for the darkness. Her head was aching and she couldn't deal with light at the moment.
She pushed back her hair and turned to her back, she gazed at the ceiling. It was almost silent except for the next-door neighbours' excessive cries and wails. She couldn't blame them; she would too wail however she was restraining herself.
She wasn't crazy and even if she was there was no need to act it.
They threw her in there with nothing more than the hospital gown she was wearing. At least they didn't sedative her again. That was one good thing out of the many that weren't.
"Nice place," he said, "Very comfy."
Claire sat up and smiled, "Yeah, wherever you sit it's always comfy. Pity its cold though."
He scooted over to her and wrapped an arm round her, "How's this?"
She snuggled against his warmth, "Lovely," she said, "Now work your magic to get me out of here."
He laughed, a warm sound filled with happy memories, he hugged her close, "I wish I could Claire."
She sighed leaning her head on his chest, "Can you shed any light over the last day? I'm confused."
Steve shrugged, "Sorry my angel but I'm confused too."
He gently laid a hand on her knee for support and understanding. She appreciated it, "I've got a bad feeling that something isn't right. But I just don't know what!"
"Me either, I wish I could help you but I don't know anything," he stroked her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead, "Lets just sit here and enjoy the moment yeah?"
Claire giggled quietly, "Sure thing." She settled back into him and released the tension within her body.
"That's better," he whispered by her ear.
The light within the corridor outside shone brightly, it was enough for Claire to make out her surrounds, and she didn't care about getting out or anything at the moment. She just wanted to sit by Steve and forget everything.
She gazed at the light, it flashed slightly and vanished. Claire sat up straight, "Did you see that?"
Here was no answer. She turned back to Steve but he was gone. He always did that at the wrong time. She sighed and walked closer to the door, she peered out of the small window.
It was dark too dark.
Her neighbours were panicking, their wailing and screaming intensified, they banged the walls and doors scared of the dark. This wasn't right; doctors or nurses should have come to calm them down. It was too quiet, a nurse normally passed by her cell every hour. Time was up and yet no nurse passed by.
Oddly strange since they ran like clockwork.
Claire settled back on the floor next to the door, she huddled in the corner with her knees in her chest. She was scared, the unknown and unexplainable was scary.
There was noise, a faraway sound echoed in the corridor. Claire stood up again and placed her face as close as possible to the glass.
What the hell was that noise?
It sounded a bit like rain, but heavier, bigger and very loud. It almost sounded like gunshots, lots of them. But it couldn't be. The constant screaming was making her think paranoid thoughts.
She bashed the metal door in anger, "Shut up!" she shouted.
It didn't stop.
"Shut the fuck up!" she cried again.
No use.
She pulled back her hair; she was suddenly hot and sticky. Strange since she was cold not long ago. She angled herself so that she could see down the hall; there was something there. It moved like it was a shadow. It wore black and stalked the hall quietly.
That was no doctor or nurse.
It moved closer to a cell, her vision was cut off and she couldn't see if it went in or not. She stayed were she was and watched.
Seconds passed and a bright light flashed several times before it vanished, small round objects fell to the floor in silent pitter-patters.
She held her hand to her mouth and moved away from the door. She stopped herself from screaming, from running around her small excuse for a cell, from banging at the door for help. It wasn't a doctor or nurse. It was something trained to use a weapon.
The pitter-patter sounds were louder, her neighbours wailing turned to hurtful screams for mercy. She could imagine their blood draining onto the white soft floor. Their warm blood cooling around their lifeless bodies. She could just see the bullets flying through the air particles towards their fragile bodies, penetrating the flesh. Their bodies jerking back as each bullet entered.
Their blood painting the air a deep scarlet as each bullet passed through.
It did two cells already and she was the seventh. Four more before it came to hers.
She panicked she didn't know what to do or how to protect herself. First thing was to calm down. That was easily said than done.
Calming down can be done later.
Cell three dead.
How to protect herself? Right…there wasn't anything to use to protect herself! Except her fist. But that was useless IT had an assault rifle!
Cell four dead.
Where to hide? Hide?! Hide?! There's no fucking place to fucking hide!
Cell five dead.
The metal door opened outwards, that was another problem. It would give whatever trigger-happy son of a bitch out there an advantage.
Cell six dead.
She stood close to the side of the door and waited. It was too late for any plan. It was outside looking in. It took its time since it couldn't find her. Her heart rate sprinted; it was hard enough for her breathing to keep up with her heart. If it didn't come in, her heart was going to kill her even if it didn't.
She pressed her back closer to the wall.
The door opened.
Whoever it was out here hesitated for a few seconds. The nozzle of the assault rifle peered into the cell, yet the individual was still outside.
The black metal gun moved closer inside the cell. It was the spur of the moment or something because she grabbed the side of the weapon and drove it backwards into its face.
He groaned dropping the weapon. He held his face, startled and in pain.
Claire kicked him in the head. Hard.
He fell to the floor. She kicked him again in the head, the chest and stomach area.
He laid back and seemed unconscious; she picked up the assault rifle and poked him in the gut.
He didn't move.
Blood trailed down his head, strands of his hair clung together in a purple mess.
She grimaced and searched him for anything. Items like a flashlight or even another weapon. All that was on him was a combat knife and a half eaten chocolate bar. She scoffed the chocolate happy to have something in her stomach. She swung the rifle round her back and held the knife in her hand.
She walked to the door and peered round to view the corridor.
Nothing.
She stepped out; the floor was too cold for her bare feet. She glanced down at her flimsy hospital gown. That was it apart from her knickers. She didn't want to go out like this, especially if there were more people like him.
She turned to the guy on the floor. He was out cold thank goodness. He wore a black jacket over a navy t-shirt. His trousers were black as well as his boots. Claire bent down and began to strip him. She pulled off his boots first, then his trousers and lastly his jacket.
He lay on the floor with nothing more than his boxer shorts and navy t-shirt. He looked cute for a killer.
She grabbed his trousers and pulled them up, it wasn't the greatest fit but with the belt it secured around her waist lovely. A little baggy but good enough for something that was spontaneous. It had a knife sheath on the side, which was perfect for the combat knife.
With her gown she left it on, however she tucked it into the pants. She put on the jacket and zipped it just above her breasts.
With the boots she tied the laces together and swung them round her shoulders. They made too much noise and with the other trigger-happy S.O.Bs out there it was a sacrifice that was necessary.
She strapped the rifle around her neck and began walking slowly out into the corridor.
It wasn't going to be a great night as usual.
Claire lay at the back of the padded cell. It had been over two hours since she was caught. It was still all a puzzle to her. The Tyrant and now Alexia.
Was she really losing her mind? Or was it all a bad nightmare? She hoped for the latter so she could wake up next to Steve. Her cell was dark, part of the punishment maybe. Whatever it was she was glad for the darkness. Her head was aching and she couldn't deal with light at the moment.
She pushed back her hair and turned to her back, she gazed at the ceiling. It was almost silent except for the next-door neighbours' excessive cries and wails. She couldn't blame them; she would too wail however she was restraining herself.
She wasn't crazy and even if she was there was no need to act it.
They threw her in there with nothing more than the hospital gown she was wearing. At least they didn't sedative her again. That was one good thing out of the many that weren't.
"Nice place," he said, "Very comfy."
Claire sat up and smiled, "Yeah, wherever you sit it's always comfy. Pity its cold though."
He scooted over to her and wrapped an arm round her, "How's this?"
She snuggled against his warmth, "Lovely," she said, "Now work your magic to get me out of here."
He laughed, a warm sound filled with happy memories, he hugged her close, "I wish I could Claire."
She sighed leaning her head on his chest, "Can you shed any light over the last day? I'm confused."
Steve shrugged, "Sorry my angel but I'm confused too."
He gently laid a hand on her knee for support and understanding. She appreciated it, "I've got a bad feeling that something isn't right. But I just don't know what!"
"Me either, I wish I could help you but I don't know anything," he stroked her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead, "Lets just sit here and enjoy the moment yeah?"
Claire giggled quietly, "Sure thing." She settled back into him and released the tension within her body.
"That's better," he whispered by her ear.
The light within the corridor outside shone brightly, it was enough for Claire to make out her surrounds, and she didn't care about getting out or anything at the moment. She just wanted to sit by Steve and forget everything.
She gazed at the light, it flashed slightly and vanished. Claire sat up straight, "Did you see that?"
Here was no answer. She turned back to Steve but he was gone. He always did that at the wrong time. She sighed and walked closer to the door, she peered out of the small window.
It was dark too dark.
Her neighbours were panicking, their wailing and screaming intensified, they banged the walls and doors scared of the dark. This wasn't right; doctors or nurses should have come to calm them down. It was too quiet, a nurse normally passed by her cell every hour. Time was up and yet no nurse passed by.
Oddly strange since they ran like clockwork.
Claire settled back on the floor next to the door, she huddled in the corner with her knees in her chest. She was scared, the unknown and unexplainable was scary.
There was noise, a faraway sound echoed in the corridor. Claire stood up again and placed her face as close as possible to the glass.
What the hell was that noise?
It sounded a bit like rain, but heavier, bigger and very loud. It almost sounded like gunshots, lots of them. But it couldn't be. The constant screaming was making her think paranoid thoughts.
She bashed the metal door in anger, "Shut up!" she shouted.
It didn't stop.
"Shut the fuck up!" she cried again.
No use.
She pulled back her hair; she was suddenly hot and sticky. Strange since she was cold not long ago. She angled herself so that she could see down the hall; there was something there. It moved like it was a shadow. It wore black and stalked the hall quietly.
That was no doctor or nurse.
It moved closer to a cell, her vision was cut off and she couldn't see if it went in or not. She stayed were she was and watched.
Seconds passed and a bright light flashed several times before it vanished, small round objects fell to the floor in silent pitter-patters.
She held her hand to her mouth and moved away from the door. She stopped herself from screaming, from running around her small excuse for a cell, from banging at the door for help. It wasn't a doctor or nurse. It was something trained to use a weapon.
The pitter-patter sounds were louder, her neighbours wailing turned to hurtful screams for mercy. She could imagine their blood draining onto the white soft floor. Their warm blood cooling around their lifeless bodies. She could just see the bullets flying through the air particles towards their fragile bodies, penetrating the flesh. Their bodies jerking back as each bullet entered.
Their blood painting the air a deep scarlet as each bullet passed through.
It did two cells already and she was the seventh. Four more before it came to hers.
She panicked she didn't know what to do or how to protect herself. First thing was to calm down. That was easily said than done.
Calming down can be done later.
Cell three dead.
How to protect herself? Right…there wasn't anything to use to protect herself! Except her fist. But that was useless IT had an assault rifle!
Cell four dead.
Where to hide? Hide?! Hide?! There's no fucking place to fucking hide!
Cell five dead.
The metal door opened outwards, that was another problem. It would give whatever trigger-happy son of a bitch out there an advantage.
Cell six dead.
She stood close to the side of the door and waited. It was too late for any plan. It was outside looking in. It took its time since it couldn't find her. Her heart rate sprinted; it was hard enough for her breathing to keep up with her heart. If it didn't come in, her heart was going to kill her even if it didn't.
She pressed her back closer to the wall.
The door opened.
Whoever it was out here hesitated for a few seconds. The nozzle of the assault rifle peered into the cell, yet the individual was still outside.
The black metal gun moved closer inside the cell. It was the spur of the moment or something because she grabbed the side of the weapon and drove it backwards into its face.
He groaned dropping the weapon. He held his face, startled and in pain.
Claire kicked him in the head. Hard.
He fell to the floor. She kicked him again in the head, the chest and stomach area.
He laid back and seemed unconscious; she picked up the assault rifle and poked him in the gut.
He didn't move.
Blood trailed down his head, strands of his hair clung together in a purple mess.
She grimaced and searched him for anything. Items like a flashlight or even another weapon. All that was on him was a combat knife and a half eaten chocolate bar. She scoffed the chocolate happy to have something in her stomach. She swung the rifle round her back and held the knife in her hand.
She walked to the door and peered round to view the corridor.
Nothing.
She stepped out; the floor was too cold for her bare feet. She glanced down at her flimsy hospital gown. That was it apart from her knickers. She didn't want to go out like this, especially if there were more people like him.
She turned to the guy on the floor. He was out cold thank goodness. He wore a black jacket over a navy t-shirt. His trousers were black as well as his boots. Claire bent down and began to strip him. She pulled off his boots first, then his trousers and lastly his jacket.
He lay on the floor with nothing more than his boxer shorts and navy t-shirt. He looked cute for a killer.
She grabbed his trousers and pulled them up, it wasn't the greatest fit but with the belt it secured around her waist lovely. A little baggy but good enough for something that was spontaneous. It had a knife sheath on the side, which was perfect for the combat knife.
With her gown she left it on, however she tucked it into the pants. She put on the jacket and zipped it just above her breasts.
With the boots she tied the laces together and swung them round her shoulders. They made too much noise and with the other trigger-happy S.O.Bs out there it was a sacrifice that was necessary.
She strapped the rifle around her neck and began walking slowly out into the corridor.
It wasn't going to be a great night as usual.