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Chapter 34: Committed
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It was a mystery to me how I hadn't seen that police car pulled alongside the curb. I had been too distracted to realize that it had been on my tail since I had passed the corner. I would have been able to get away hadn't I run right into it while trying to cross the street. After that I had completely forgotten about the person I assumed was following me. Then I only thought of finding a way to escape the two cops that were slowly making their way out of their cars. I didn't know what to do when it came to handling police, but there had to be a way to run without them shooting at me.
When I had run into the front of the car I had instinctively slammed my hand against the hood; that alone must have pissed them off. I backed away though, trying to ignore the woman cop's hand that rested on the holster of her gun. I squinted and placed a hand out to shield my eyes as the cop that had been driving turned on the headlights before making his way out of the car.
"Jade," the woman cop said warningly as she stepped closer to me. How the hell did the hospital call the police so fast? The other cop stepped in front of the car this time and continued toward me. The woman cop continued: "we want you to put your hands up and stay put." I shook my head defensively and continued to back away, hoping that in some way I could put enough distance between them and me and make a run for it.
"We're not going to hurt you," the male cop said as he tightened his grip on the holster of his gun, "We just want to take you back to the hospital."
I shook my head and replied in a low voice, "No. I can't go back."
"Why not, Jade?" the woman cop said.
"B-because…" I stopped for a moment. Was it right to tell them the hospital could be lying to me. No. Hell No. They would think me insane. I continued almost in whisper, "Someone's after me."
"Who's after you?" the male cop asked as he fixed the police hat on his head. I took note of his dark brown hair.
"S-someone… I don't know- but I can't stay there. He'll find me and kill me…" I said in a panic as I took another step backward. I glanced at my house now fully to my right. Hadn't my family heard us? Surely they would come and see what had woken them up?
"Calm down, Jade." The woman cop said. I cringed at the fact that she wore bright red lipstick. Why did they always never care? She was one of those pretty, sophisticated cops, who in some way could fit in making themselves look good for the felons that they always seemed to catch. Was I a felon?
"I can't calm down. Someone's after me." I remarked, aggravated before tripping over a crack in the pavement, making me lose balance. I fell to the ground and onto my back, which seemed to give them enough time to run over to me and grab hold of my arms. I tried to writhe away, but they were just too damn strong.
"Now, we're only going to take you down to the precinct. From there you can tell us exactly why you think someone's after you." The male cop said as they led me towards the car. For a second I believed him, but then in an instant I realized he was patronizing me. They didn't believe a damn word I had said!
"No!" I struggled, trying to pull myself away from them. I wasn't going to let them take me. I had seen too many movies like this and I wasn't going to be the same stupid heroine who always fell for their tricks. "You can't do this! Please! He's going to come after me! I'm not safe anywhere! Let me go!" Nothing worked. They shoved me against the driver's side door. I tried to writhe away, but yet again, it was useless. They slammed my hands down to my side on the door before searching me. I felt the tears begin to well up, but I refused to let them fall down. I wasn't going to let them see me cry; that would just add the fact that I wasn't capable of walking the streets. They grabbed my hands again and I heard the sound of the handcuffs clicking together. They opened the back door and shoved me in like a common criminal.
"No. You can't do this." I began again as they sat in the car. They started the car, "At least get my family. It's this house right here. Please?"
"Really?" the female cop said smugly. Who the hell did she think she was? "Why were you standing outside then? Were you planning something?"
"No." I replied angrily as I leaned forward, "You have to listen to me: someone's after me. He'll find me. Please, you can't do this."
"Is there any proof that someone's after you?" the male cop asked. I saw him glance at me from the rearview mirror.
"Well, yes. At the hospital, someone sent a note and a black rose…" I said anxiously.
"A black rose?" the female cop scoffed.
"Yeah and…"
"There are no such things as black roses." She said as she turned her head to look at me through the corner of her eye.
"This one was, and when I woke up it was on my nightstand and it pricked me…" I stopped to catch my breath.
"Fine. We'll go to the hospital and see what you are talking about." The male cop said dryly.
I sucked in my breath and leaned against the backseat. I watched the scenery pass us as we drove toward the hospital. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I didn't turn away from the car window. Nothing happened. The streetlights once in a while lighted up the inside of the car, but other than that there was nothing. Something didn't seem right. The car stopped and I leaned forward momentarily from the force. We had reached the hospital.
"Stay and watch her, Tally. I'll be right back." The male cop said as he shut the car's engine and opened the door. The cop named Tally nodded. The male cop shut the car door behind him. I stared out the window as he made his way toward the hospital.
"If you're wrong, there will be consequences." Tally said. I glanced at her through the metal wiring.
"If I'm right…?" I remarked.
"If you're right, then we'll see what we can do." She gave in, but the edge in her voice showed that she wasn't about ready to admit failure for her overconfidence. Minutes passed until the cop returned. Other than the police hat he was holding, there was nothing. Where was the rose? The note? I had forgotten to mention it.
"Nothing there." The cop said after opening the car door.
"But there has to be." I countered as I leaned forward on the seat, "The rose is on the nightstand, and there's a note-…"
"There's nothing there." He repeated. I furrowed my eyebrows. Tally glanced at me warningly. I ignored it.
"There's a note," I took a deep breath and repeated. "-In the drawer of the nightstand. I put it there. Please, you have to believe me." I begged in the calmest voice I could manage.
"The hospital has no record of someone checking a rose in." the cop said as he placed the key in the ignition.
"But there has to be," I said anxiously, "Ask Edna, the nurse who was taking care of me. She knows."
"She's probably off work right now." Tally voiced as she buckled in her seatbelt.
"No. I can't go, now. Please?" I was desperate and said again, "Look in the nightstand. Maybe they took the rose, but the note- the note has to still be there." The cop sighed and Tally placed a hand on his shoulder for a mere second before turning around to glare at me. The car lurched forward and I fell down to the floor of the car with a thump.
By the time I had sat myself up again, I was being pulled out of the car. I stumbled as my feet touched the ground, but instead of falling, the cop had practically raised me off my feet. He had me by the arm and was dragging me toward the hospital. I went willingly, but he was just too fast. The automatic doors just barely opened for us before we stepped inside. The smell of medicine and sickness wafted strongly up my nose and I just wanted to gag.
The only sound was the sound of our footsteps as we made our way down the corridor. We passed the empty nurse's counter, past the waiting room and back down another hallway. A minute later, we were in my former hospital room. The cop shoved me forward and I quickly made my way toward the nightstand. He was right, though: the black rose was gone, but maybe… just maybe…
I kicked the nightstand softly. I turned to the cop and shrugged. He sighed in annoyance and stepped forward. He pulled the drawer open and I peered inside. Other than the Bible sitting right in the middle, it was empty. The cop raised an eyebrow. My breath caught from the realization of what was going to happen to me.
"Check- check the Bible. I remember sticking it in there." I stuttered. He reached inside and grabbed the black book. I thought quickly, or rather not at all, and kicked the drawer shut on his hand. He cried in pain, but I had already begun running. It only took a few seconds until I heard the cop running after me. I heard his footsteps and I heard him half yelling half whispering into his walkie-talkie for back up. My eyes widened suddenly when I realized I was headed straight toward the entrance into the hospital. How stupid could I be? I noticed a hallway to my right beyond the nurse's counter and turned sharply that direction. I wasn't going to go to that damn precinct without a fight. All I had to do was run those few blocks to my house, get inside, wake my family, and tell them everything before the police could label me too insane to be on the streets. Now, to face reality… how to get out of the hospital without making a huge scene?
I noticed an intersection in the hallway. Straight across there was only a continuing corridor. I decided to take a right. I couldn't have been any luckier that night. Down the hall was a two-door that had the EXIT sign dimly glowing in the dark. I fastened my pace and ran straight toward the door, pushing it open. The alarm rang through my ears as I made my way out into the late night. The streetlights to my left illuminated the street, but I couldn't go there. It was just a trap waiting to set off. So, I went the other direction, into the forest. It wasn't thick like the Lost Woods, but just as creepy. They were merely oaks surrounding me, but how can anyone not be scared when they're in the forest this late at night.
A twig snapped. No footsteps. I glanced behind me. Had I lost the cop? He wasn't behind me. He was still in the hospital. I continued running, ignoring my gasping breaths. The branches above me swayed. My breath caught; I glanced upward. Nothing. It was then I began to hear something, or was it that I began to feel something? I slowed my pace to catch my breath as I tried to listen to my surroundings. It was quiet, and for a minute I wished this forest had become familiar, but no; it was nothing like that. Something was definitely wrong. I took a second to glance behind me once more. There was nothing. I turned back around. Something crunched. I turned around completely. Again, there was nothing. I tried to breath, but I suddenly ran into something. I gasped and turned around. My eyes widened. I screamed. I couldn't stop screaming. This couldn't be happening.
Kenny stood there, his face blank, but his eyes were hard and glowing. His hair was placed in an almost taunting way. How? I'm not sure, but it wasn't right. I glanced at his hands; one held his katana. It was clean, very clean, but it wasn't his katana I realized. It wasn't mine either. It was Ryuichi's. I backed away, and ended up tripping over an up grown root. My back slammed into the large trunk of the oak tree. I ignored the pain of the bark scraping my back, my arms, and my hands, and continued to watch Kenny. Why did this seem so familiar? I watched as he raised the katana, and before I could think of anything else, I ducked. I heard the sound of the blade cutting through the bark. Maybe it was stuck. I glanced behind me as I stumbled away from him. Nope. He was coming after me. I took deep breaths, preparing myself to talk, to scream, to yell.
"Kenny." It was only whisper. He continued, probably not hearing me. I tried again: "Kenny!" This time it was louder. I glanced behind me; his eyebrows were raised, and his expression almost of confusion. I wanted to try again, but it only came out half way before I ended up tripping over my own two feet. I fell forward, crashing to the ground in a heap. I rolled over in time before the katana came thrusting downward where my head had been seconds ago.
"Kenny!" I said his name much louder now. He finally looked at me. I mean, really looked at me. He cocked his head as if to say he was listening. I glanced at his hand; he hadn't loosened his grip on the katana. "Kenny, what's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" I said in one breath. I stared up at him with wary eyes, ready to get up and run when I had the chance.
He smiled wickedly, almost familiarly, "I'm not Kenny, Jade." That voice… it seemed familiar. The tone… what was wrong with him!
"Then who are you?" I asked incredulously. His smile broadened as he answered:
"Don't you recognize me?" My eyes widened. My heart pounded my chest. God, how? I tried to form words, but they wouldn't come out. I was completely going out of my mind. Before I could reply, Kenny- or rather, his brother in his body lifted the katana. I rolled over, but a little too late. The blade sliced though the side of my thigh. I gasped in pain and stumbled to get back onto my own two feet.
"Don't fight it, Jade. It'll be over soon enough." I heard him say as he walked toward me. Maybe he was right. So, what? Let him kill me. Maybe there could be a chance of me going to a better place than this… but I doubted committing murder counted as "good." I continued to run even if it meant limping to get away.
I didn't hear much after that. Maybe the sound of my hard breathing and heart pounding in my ears blocked out the footsteps, but no; there was nothing… was there? I finally slowed down and leaned against one of the oaks nearby. I heard the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind and the shuffling brush. I glanced around the tree warily. No one. I swallowed my spit and tried to hold back tears as I glimpsed down at my leg. Blood oozed from the open wound and onto my jeans, soaking all the way down my pant leg. I leaned forward and groaned from the numbing pain. When was this ever going to end? I shut my eyes tightly, praying that he had gone, but the second after my eyes closed, I saw his face, Ryuichi's face. I gasped and opened my eyes. He stood there in Kenny's body, right in front of me. I screamed. He still stood there, staring at me, his katana rising up above his head. I tried to run, but instead, fell over onto my side. Pain swelled throughout my arm and shoulder. I glanced upward; he was right there, and so ready. It was like I had been betrayed, but how could I be? This wasn't Kenny.
I glanced behind me quickly; it was clear. I used my good leg to back away while the rest of my body seemed to drag with me. I waited while I backed away, though. I mean, how much more dramatic could this get? He could take one swipe with his katana and I would be dead. What was taking so long? I glanced at him. He was staring to his side. I turned away to back up another inch then turned to him again. He was staring at me now, but the katana was to his side. I waited for something, maybe for him to jump behind me and cut my throat, or run forward and stab me in the heart. What was he waiting for? I finally locked eyes with him, as if to say "If you're gonna kill me, then do it." He didn't. He smirked though, which drew me into even more desperation.
"No one can protect you, Jade. You better watch your back." He said calmly. In an instant, he was gone. I breathed in large gasps and fell to the ground. The tears finally came, blurring my vision. I shuddered from the cold. The wind rustled the leaves, snapping twigs in the distance… Footsteps, now. Had he come back? Had he realized he could've killed me and gotten it over with? I groaned, trying in some way to relieve the pain throughout my entire body. Minutes past, and the pain worsened. I was crying by now…screaming and crying. No, the pain wasn't that terrible. I wasn't so much about the pain anymore. My leg had numbed by then. Of course it was bad. That was why I was groaning and laying on the ground in a fetal position. But my real worry was him. He was driving me crazy. I couldn't get him out of my mind. He was everywhere: when I closed my eyes I could see him, hear him, feel him there, and when I opened my eyes he was there, ready to kill me. He'd be in my nightmares. He wasn't going to go away.
"I found her. She's on the ground… Yeah… In the forest…" I heard someone say. The footsteps grew closer; they were next to me now. I wasn't sure. I couldn't think. He was plaguing my mind. "Come on…" I heard the same person say. He sounded familiar.
"No…" I groaned as I tried to push away the cold hands trying to pick me up.
"Hold still, Jade." It was the police officer. I tried to fight back, but I wasn't doing a good job at it. He picked me up and the pain in my leg soared. I moaned, but I couldn't move, or more of that I didn't want to move. I tried to see where we were going, but my eyes didn't seem to focus in on the dark night. Until we reached the street, I assumed. I was blinded by the streetlights. My eyes wouldn't focus in on the change of light I was receiving, and instead, I was losing unconsciousness. It was slow, but I could feel my senses weakening. The pain was unbearable, the torment of him showing up and killing everyone including me, and the fact that I was scared out of my mind contributed all to my fainting.
I had passed out in the cop's arms even before we reached the white van parked along the curb.
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I had a nightmare of him. I saw him chasing after me in the dark. He was tormenting me. He wouldn't let me stop or rest, and he wasn't going to stop. This wasn't about taking over the world anymore; this was personal. I had killed him, and he had come back. Revenge: that's what he wanted, and he wasn't going to stop until he had exactly that. My one reason for traveling to Hyrule was to kill him. I had killed him and saved lives; I had saved Kado's life. Now, Ryuichi was going to kill me, but first, he's going to make me suffer. I knew it. He could have killed me in the forest, but he didn't. He was playing a game with me, and from what it seemed: I was losing.
I finally woke.
White ceiling… Plaster white ceiling. I shot up. Correction: I tried to sit up. I panicked. Had he finally caught me? I tried to move my legs this time. My injured leg seared with pain once more, but I still moved it, trying to get away. Something was holding me down, strapping me down. My heart pounded and I began to whimper.
"She's awake. Get the syringe." I heard someone say faintly. I glanced around me. Everything was white: White ceiling, white walls, white ground, and no windows. Where was I? I groaned as I tried to break away from the leather straps that held me.
"Hold her down." The same voice said. I struggled even more.
"Let me go!" I practically screamed when I saw the tray with the needles and other equipment.
"Now, Jade. Just calm down." I glanced up at the one speaking. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. My eyes widened and I grew angry.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" I exclaimed, "Where am I?"
"Hold her down." He said again. I glimpsed to my side. More people and they were all wearing white uniforms. A nameplate was clipped on their shirts. I tried to read the blonde's, but I couldn't see, so I struggled even more, which caused only more pain. I didn't care anymore. His words were continuous echoes in my head, his face not leaving my mind.
"No!" I screamed. The needle pierced my skin. I tried to knock it out of his hands, but the damage had already been done. "You can't do this!" I continued to shout, scream, ask dead-end questions, and curse, but everything either way was slowing down. My fighting and struggling slowly ceased, my eyes drooped, my body grew too heavy and limp to move, and the most familiar- I grew lightheaded. It was a horrible feeling. It was the only thing that stopped me from escaping when I had the chance. I was lost in my own world and no one believed me.
As everything grew dim around me, I heard the last words that shook my remaining conscious world entirely: "Welcome to California State Asylum, Jade."
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Well, how was it? It was a short chapter, but it's the last chapter to SEEING TRUTH. And since this was probably one of the worst cliffhangers ever in this story, you can guess that there WILL be a sequel. YAY! Lol. I hope you all liked this ending. It might not seem like an ending, but there's a sequel, so think of it like a…um… a continuation, but since the plot's changing I thought instead of having around 60 to 100 chappies in one story, I thought I'd make a sequel.
So, I want to know how all of you liked this story. Was it awesome? Okay? Bleh? Don't even think of making a sequel? Did it keep you wanting to read more? Did you like my writing style? Did it suck completely? I just want to know your input. I'm looking forward to all of your reviews, and for those who never review when they read- please, please, please, review. It's the last chapter. I'm looking forward to see what all of you thought. :-D
Now, I want to thank all of you! You guys are awesome! You all know who you are! I would love to mention all of you, but I'm afraid of forgetting someone, so, rather than that- you guys know who you are, and I just want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing, taking time to read my story, and I'm glad you guys stayed posted and all. So, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!
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