Chapter 16: Bingo Was His Name
Something in Charlie's head exploded into a million shards as she tilted her head back and laughed cynically to the intercom. Looking around the dimly lit hallway avidly she spotted an old wheelchair twenty feet away and immediately knew that was the best mode of transportation, unless she could get her legs to work anytime soon.
Adrenaline and survival gripped her and sped through every pore as she put both her palms flat on the grimy floor and lifted her lower body over with all her upper strength. It was only a few inches, but it was faster than crawling like a wounded animal and this thought was more than enough to fuel her. She repeated this over and over until her palms were raw and her legs tingled as their skin stretched and rubbed against the floor.
Stopping for a second, she growled and screamed in anger, echoing against the bleak walls. As soon as she reached the chair, she pushed it against the wall so it wouldn't slide away and lifted herself into it with pure rage. Her breaths were deep as she bent her head down resting momentarily and when she looked up a glint of madness had stricken her.
Moving her feet into the rest, she then began to wheel herself faster and faster around corner after corner of what seemed like endless rooms, but she stopped immediately when she came across her savior. Embedded in the wall of a nurses station was the red emergency box containing a fire axe. Maneuvering herself closer to the rounded corner of the station, she grappled onto the edge and pulled herself to lean standing against the counter. If there was a good time to walk, it was now and if she had to force herself against the power of every God that hated her she would.
This fragment of hope surged into the shards of her mind as she slowly struggled to move closer. Grabbing an old metal pen holder, she began to smash the glass with all of her might. The glass cracked and shattered releasing stale air and dust, but she had her last hope.
Gritting her teeth, she reached into the box, slightly cutting her hand, and pulled out the heavy axe throwing it onto the counter. "Now," she thought maniacally, "It's time to play my game."
Through sheer will she began to slowly slide her legs as she balanced herself against the counter. Soon she was able to balance standing and grabbed the handle of the fire axe from the counter and let it slide against through her hand until the blade tinked onto the floor. The intercom came on again, "Oh Charlie, this just makes me want to speed up my playtime with your sweet succulent little brother. I was going to make you watch him die, but now it's becoming plain, obvious you want me to do it sooner."
The metallic screeching of the axe dragging against the linoleum dug through her ears as she successfully ignored his weak comment. "Oh, tsk tsk tsk. Whatever you do to my brother won't come close to what I have planned. Don't you see you've won the battle of my mind, but my body won't stop. It will never stop until I find you."
Glancing around she noticed a camera in the corner behind the desk and snorted, 'Amateur' she thought as she forced her legs to move almost as if they were cement. When she reached the corner she gave it the finger and with all of her strength lifted the axe and smashed it to pieces. Shuffling back slowly to the counter as if she were lithium induced, she grabbed the edge and rested slightly.
Hunching over she let go of the counter and started to use the axe as if it were a cane until she found a set of double doors chained, leading to a staircase. "Bingo," she breathed.
