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Chapter Eight
Dean slowly pried his eyes open, and blinking back the pain the bright lights caused he took a look around at his surroundings. If anything good could be said about his current prison, it would have to be that the place was extremely sterile. The strong scent of bleach cleaner clung to the air, stinging his eyes and making it almost hard to breathe. Nothing but a sea of white and cold steel met his gaze. Rolling his eyes backward, he tilted his head as far as he could manage and saw a glass wall behind him. Next to the glass partition a black box had been inset into the wall with a call button beside it. In the far corner, he noticed a sink, toilet and shower stall with a flimsy, opaque shower curtain hanging from plastic hooks. Overhead, on either side of the room, two cameras had been placed to record Dean's every movement.
So much for privacy.
With a groan, he eased his way into a sitting position and hung his legs over the side of the bed. Raking his fingers through his hair, his hand then trailed downward to the back of his neck, and a puzzled frown crossed his features as his hand touched upon something that felt like a small box. Now more than just a little bit confused, he worked his fingers around to the front of his throat and slipped them beneath the thick collar that the box was bolted to, and yanked hard. Instantly he recoiled, his entire body quaking and tensing as several volts of electricity shot down the length of his spine.
Damn, this is so not good. I gotta get out of here and find Sammy.
On his feet in a shot, Dean wavered momentarily as a wave of nausea washed over him. The room shifted in and out of focus as he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, and after several very long seconds the feeling slowly passed. Steadying himself, he headed toward the glass wall and peered out into the long corridor. On either side, from one end of the hallway to the other, were rooms just like his own. In the room right across the hall, he noticed a young man, who must have been in his early twenties, laying on a bed.
Dean balled his hand into a fist to pound on the glass in an attempt to gain the sandy-haired man's attention. But the moment his hand made contact with the smooth surface another surge of electricity shot through his body, throwing him backward to the floor.
Sonuvabitch.
Pressing his hands against the floor, Dean pushed himself to his feet. Now more pissed off than confused, he swung to search for a way to get out of the room, but couldn't find a single door in the entire place. "There's gotta be a way out of here. There just as to be."
Slowly he made his way around the entire expanse of his prison, searching for a hidden doorway, but couldn't find even the smallest crack in the walls, let alone a full doorway. His head fell backward onto his shoulders as he glanced up at the ceiling, thinking there might be a way to get out of the room from up above, but again it was a solid.
"They got me in here somehow, there has to be a freakin' way out."
As he was about to turn his attention to moving the bed to see what lay hidden beneath it, a buzzer sounded, and then a voice came over the intercom he had seen on the wall.
"Welcome, case number 654-2345. I hope you are making yourself at home and finding things to your liking."
"Oh, you've gotta be freakin' kidding me." Dean swung to glare at one of the two cameras. "Let me out of here. Now!"
"This is a twenty-four hour a day care facility for the mentally insane," the staccato voice went on to say as if whomever was speaking hadn't heard a word Dean had said. "Forest Lawn is a government run institution, and as such we are able to implement the most advance and state of the art treatments for each of our patients."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Dean pivoted on his heel to look back out the glass partition. "There's nothin' wrong with me."
"It is forbidden to leave your room without being accompanied by one of our medical staff," the disembodied female voice went on to say. "If you need assistance at any hour of the day or night, please press the call button, and a member of the staff will respond as soon as they are able."
"Oh, sweetheart, as soon as I find a way out of here, I'm so gone."
"Please refrain from touching the glass. Although it is in place for your protection, and for doctor observation, it is electrified and therefore highly dangerous."
"Observation?" Dean's brows pulled together in a scowl as he stormed to the glass wall and peered out again. "Goddamn it, I'm not a freakin' lab rat. Let me the hell out of here."
"You will notice an identification collar around your throat," the woman went on to advise as Dean touched the sturdy band around his neck, "under no circumstances are you to try and remove it. All medical information pertaining to you is embedded into this device. To try and remove it without proper medical supervision could result in a life threatening injury or even death."
"So what you're sayin' is that I'm royally screwed?" Scrubbing his hand across his face, Dean mentally went over everything the woman had said, trying to figure out a way out of the room if leaving there meant that he could die.
"The medical device around your neck is also a satellite tracking device that is automatically activated the moment you leave your room until your return."
Damn it, I'm so freakin' screwed. He trudged to his bed and slumped down on the mattress. "How long till I can get out of here?"
"Two steel rods have been surgically implanted into the base of your neck," The woman went on to say, once again ignoring Dean's question. "It is very important that you never pull on the collar as if it touches the two steel implants it will emit a strong electrical charge. To do so could result in permanent paralysis or death, and therefore we strongly advice against it."
"Living good, touching collar, bad . . . gotcha." Dean lightly pressed his fingers against the collar, and then moved his hand around to the back of his throat, and carefully sliding his fingers beneath the band he felt the two small steel rods sticking out of his neck. "Yeah, definitely screwed."
"For your own protection, Forest Lawn strictly forbids contact with other patients within the facility."
"I wanna see my brother now," Dean demanded, slamming his hand down on the bed in utter frustration and anger.
"As our primary goal as a care facility is to see that you as an individual get the best treatment possible, contact with family members is also strictly forbidden for the first month. After this point it is up to the determination of your doctor as to whether supervised visits will be allowed."
"You can't keep me here against my will." Dean shot to his feet, and began stalking back and forth, fists clenching and unclenching as his anger swelled. "Damn it, I wanna see my brother."
"Attention, patient 654-2345," came a male voice over the loudspeaker, and for a moment Dean didn't realize he was speaking to him until he felt a volt of electricity surge through his collar that nearly knocked him off his feet. "Internal diagnostics indicate a rise in blood pressure and elevated heart rate. Brainwave patterns show a marked increase in hostility levels. Please calm down, 654-2345, or measures will be taken to assure your own personal well-being and safety."
"Hostility?" Dean's brows furrow together as his scowl deepened. "Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet, you sonuvabitch." Swinging around, he slammed his foot into the bed, moving it several inches. Not yet finished, he stormed to the bed and grabbing hold of the metal frame he flipped it over, and pushed it away with enough force that it slammed into the wall.
"Patient 654-2345, profanity of any nature is strictly forbidden, and will not be tolerated," the male voice warned. "Violent outbursts will result in immediate sedation."
"Huh, is that right, you bastard. Then why don't you get your ass in here an' try an' sedate me?" Dean stalked to a small chest of drawers, overturned it and kicked it across the floor to smash into the bed. "Don't see you comin' to stop me, asshole."
As Dean swung to find something else to throw or kick, a high-pitch buzzer sounded as stronger jolt of electricity rippled down his spine. Muscles spasming and twitching, Dean's knees buckled and he crashed to the ground. Of their own volition, Dean's fingers curled inward, bending at odd angles as he writhed on the ground. Then just as abruptly as the excruciating pain began it was over, leaving Dean weak and shaken.
Another buzzer sounded as the woman's voice came back over the intercom. "For your own safety, please remain calm and seated, patient 654-2345. We will now commence with X-14 airborne sedation."
"Wha- . . . wait," Dean cried out as he tried to get to his feet, but his legs were shaking so badly he couldn't manage it. "Wait, don't do this." A steady hissing sound suddenly came from the air ducts overhead and also from the vents in the floor, the ventilation system filtering in a hazy white mist into the room. Sheer panic overwhelming him, Dean stumbled to his feet and rushed headlong into the only thing that could pass for a possible means of escape. Slamming into the glass partition at full-speed, the hunter was thrown backward as white-hot electrical sparks showered down on him.
"Sonuv . . . ." His voice trailed off as the powerful sedative took hold, and quickly drew him into darkness.