Chapter Three
"Sam!" Maggie choked as her brother squeezed her neck painfully tight. "Sam…stop" She begged, trying desperately to breath, her chest becoming tight under Sam's weight. His cold eyes seemed to look strait through her as he continued his relentless attack.
"Sam!" A voice yelled from out of nowhere; as four nurses scrambled to pull him off Maggie and release his chokehold. Mr Jenkins came from behind and thrust a needle into Sam's neck, and within a few seconds his grip loosened.
Maggie spluttered as she caught her breath, rubbing her neck soothingly. She watched in horror as the nurses pulled a now unconscious Sam onto a gurney, tightening leather straps around his limp body.
"What do you think you were doing in here?" The suited doctor demanded as he pulled Maggie to her feet.
"I just wanted to see my brother." Maggie coughed, still stunned and breathless.
"Well I'm sorry that just isn't good enough, its obvious you can't be trusted on your own. You will not be permitted to go to the prison to see your brother."
"No you cant do that!" Maggie protested as two large nurses approached her.
"Take her back to her room." The doctor instructed with a surly tone.
"No!" Maggie punched the doctor in the jaw, knocking him flat out. The nurses moved toward her. Drawing back her fist, she thrust it upwards, breaking the first nurse's nose, who fell back, tripping over the unconscious doctor. The second nurse grabbed Maggie from behind wrapping his tree trunk like arms around her. With her legs flailing she wrestled against the man, the dipping her head, she buried her teeth into the man's arm. With a cry, the middle aged man released his old, giving Maggie the opportunity to kick him in the stomach then thrust her knee into his face knocking him out.
Maggie darted for the door and raced down the corridor an army of medical staff on her tail. Following the signs for the exit, she came to a flight of stairs; before she had a chance to descend someone grabbed her bare arm spinning her round she came face to face with a bloodied Mr Jenkins. "Maggie we're here to help."
"The hell you are." She spat, pulling her arm out of his grip. But as she freed her arm, she felt her legs wobble and fell back and tumbled down the hard steps. Everything seemed to slow down, as the grey tiled step grew closer and with a sickening thud for a split second everything went black. But then she felt her stomach turn summersaults and her eyes sprang open. She was alive, that fall should have killed her, but she was unscathed. With a start Maggie sat bolt upright, as her eyes focused she realized she was no longer in the hospital. She was in a dark dank room. The drip drop of a water pipe echoed through the moonlight. Maggie looked down at her arm; a plastic tube filled with black liquid ran from her arm up to a pouch filled with the thick oil like substance. She looked around, her eyes getting used to the dark, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that sent shivers down her spine. It was Dean, lying in a rusting bed next to her. He too had a tube of liquid flowing into his arm. Maggie rushed to his side. "Dean…" She whispered, shaking him gently in an attempt to arouse him. "Dean wake up…Dean!" She spoke again her voice slightly raised, shaking him a little harder. But to no avail, his eyes remained closed. She looked his body up and down, no signs of distress, it was like he was asleep a deep sleep.
Looking up with a frown, Maggie spotted Sam lying in the next bed; again a tube attached to his arm, both brothers seemed almost peaceful.
Just at that moment, she heard a loud rusty creak of a door, running back to her bed. Maggie lay back down, closing her eyes. Soft footsteps came from the far end of the room continuing for a few seconds, they stopped. Maggie slowly opened one eye ever so slightly; the footsteps had stopped beside Dean's bed. She made out a thin figure before her, wearing a grey tattered robe, an ornate tattoo decorated it's grey skin. A Djinn. The moonlight shone off the shaven head as the figure moved round to Sam's side, as it moved its head to the side Maggie noticed a pair of glowing deep purple eyes. The almost human creature lifted a hand from under a long sleeve and rested it on Sam's forehead. "Sleep." The creature spoke softly as it placed a small red pill into Sam's mouth hanging its head as it spoke. "Dream…dream way." After a few seconds the Djinn removed its hands and lifted its head. Maggie snapped her eyes shut, but it was too late, she had been discovered. The Djinn stalked to her bedside, before Maggie could defend herself, it clutched onto her jaw, forcing it open, Maggie struggled against it, but the creature was too strong, it forced a pill down her throat then poured a black liquid into her mouth. Maggie tried to spit it out, but he Djinn held it's had over her lips and with a splutter she was forced to swallow. Finally the pale face Djinn released its hold, Maggie coughed, her face creased with pain and disgust as it placed a hand on her forehead. She tried to shake it off but felt all the feeing in her body fade away.
"Sweet dreams." The creature whispered as Maggie felt herself fall into darkness.