I snapped my head back up. Everything was quiet, since everyone was dead.
I slowly stood up from my crouched position over a demented test subject, holding his still-beating heart in my hand. Disgusted, I threw it to the ground. I was soaked in blood. My hair was dripping (some of it) and my clothes obviously showed the intensity of the rampage I went through.
What happened? My god, did I turn into the Incredible Hulk and hit my head so hard that I don't remember anything?
Tiptoeing around numerous dead bodies in the hall, I stared at all the blood and the mess I made. Papers, chairs, I.V. bags, and documents were scattered everywhere. Eventually, I reached the main lobby, with the exit signs glowing, displaying what I've longed for all these weeks I've been incarcerated here in all its glory.
I stood there. Everything was eerily silent. Not a thing stirred as I stared at my reflection in the glass doors. It was already dark out, since it was the beginning of winter, and I realized I wasn't properly dressed to traipse around in the snow, looking for a way to catch the cold-blooded killer who got me here in the first place.
I needed a winter coat. Maybe some sunglasses to hide my freakish eyes. I could make up a lie, say I was blind. I turned and hurried to the nurses' room behind the reception desk. They usually hung their coats and such in there, just before they started a grueling day's work.
As the waiting room signs came into view, I saw a decapitated woman about my size in height and weight thrown over the reception desk so her neck leaked blood onto floor to add to the pool of dark red already present from other victims. She wasn't dressed in the usual white coat or dress-shirt. Maybe she was a visitor. Who cares...
She wore a black turtleneck, dark jeans, and some stylish black suede boots.
I hopped over the blood and the desk to the other side and thanked the powerful cosmic forces out there that I could have a change of clothes with no blood on it! Now, to get them off of her...
The boots were a cinch, but the pants and shirt were a little tricky. Either way, a few minutes later, I managed to pull the clothes off of the corpse with only a little blood smeared on the turtleneck and swap them with my facility-given uniform.
They were comfortable and fit nicely for the weather outside. What more could I ask for?
Shoving the woman aside so she fell on the ground, I turned to the nurses' room and opened the door. It smelled like perfume in there. And blood. Oh yeah. There were a couple of dead women in here, along with a dead test subject. I could have guessed what went on in here...
I quickly spotted a long, leather coat with a black scarf draped over the hanger on one of the lockers. Gee, these nurses sure liked to be well-dressed outside of work. With the amount of money they get from this facility, I wouldn't blame them. I took that and slipped it on, finding gloves in the pocket. I was dressed all in black. It seems to suit me well. I have thoughts as dark as my new eyes, especially now. I want to find that psycho bastard and exterminate him just as brutally but less mercifully as I killed all of these people in the building. I just had to find a way to locate him and kill him.
His stupid but terrifying grin was still burned in my mind. There was no mistake about it; if I saw him, I would know. His face isn't exactly anything ordinary.
But how in the Hell was I going to get away from this facility which is miles away from the nearest town in the middle of a winter night? I'm not walking, that's for sure.
I left the room, shutting the door behind me... and then it hit me! I once saw Paul pull up to the facility parking lot. I memorized his license plate number, and I even know what the car looks like. He always threw his keys in a desk drawer in his office, which is never locked. Ahh... my luck is incredible today! Remembering this, I practically skipped down the chaotic corridors back to the lab. It was as if some invisible being was arranging things just to my convenience. Haha! I have a great chance of getting out with no troubles at all! My dreams come true at last.
When I reached the lab, I gingerly picked over spilled chemicals and broken glass. It didn't matter, I was here for the car keys which was my only way to freedom. I saw his office door, busted in, and rummaged through junk, documents, and old newspapers in his desk drawers. I even found a porn magazine. Huh. Men, I guess.
After my 3rd drawer, I finally got the keys and contentedly made my way out again. However, a newspaper clipping pinned to the bulletin board next to the door caught my eye and I had to hit the brakes.
A picture of a grinning, psychotic face was bordered by the usual newspaper articles.
The headlines read...
JEFF THE KILLER STRIKES AGAIN
The notorious "Jeff the Killer" strikes it rich- in bodies- as he rampages through the great state of Illinois...
I skimmed through the article until I found...
...suspected of murdering the Richardson family. Now, only a few distant relatives are left to puzzle over the homicide, while the whole of Illinois is cowering in fear.
I almost dropped the car keys.
A smile slowly spread through my face and I tore the clipping down.
Hahaha... hahahahah!
I finally found you... Jeff.