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Chapter 4

Emmett McCarty was a simple man. The majority of his decisions were made on a whim. Buffalo wings for breakfast? Why the hell not? Boxers not briefs? No biggie. Quickie marriage to Vicki in Vegas? Tax write-off. Falling in love with the vacant eyed blonde in the common room? Destiny.

The decision to sneak Rosalie out of the hospital was an easy decision. He could picture the possibilities of whisking her away to his family's cabin in Tennessee. It was high up on a mountain that was covered in pine trees. The snow could keep the outside world from accessing it and they would be blissfully alone. He could see warming her up on the cold nights and ultimately making her somewhat coherent again.

Not too much, because who wants to deal with a mouthy woman.

He wasn't surprised that the police officer locked him the bathroom. He could probably break that skinny guy like a twig. If not, the knife he had hidden in his sock would work perfectly to get him and Rosalie out of here. He would kill them all to get his girl.

Of course, there was all the bodies and a murderer out there somewhere. Dead things didn't matter to him much. He loved working in a morgue back in the day. Messing with the bodies was a hell of a lot of fun. Twisting them in odd positions and selling the pictures on the internet. The world was full of sickos and if he could get paid good money to cater to them he would.

He had already decided Jasper Whitlock was guilty. That guy hated everybody but Alice. She was too skinny for Emmett's taste. If it wasn't so much work, he would kill Jasper and be called a hero. Emmett was too lazy for such a task.

Emmett stared at his reflection in the mirror, now a scary red due to the lights. Lines were becoming more pronounced on his face and his eyes had the tired look of a man who lived hard. Time was not his friend. He used to pick up woman at bars and take them to seedy motels, but now those same women were leaving with the younger and richer. Nowadays, Emmett picked up hookers or, if he was really hard up, he'd have sex with his wife. If life was hard on his looks, it took a stick and beat the ugly into Vicki. Damn meth.

But things were looking up. He grinned in the mirror. He had a pretty, brainless gal to spend the rest of his days. Everything was turning up roses.

With that smile still plastered on his face, Emmett headed to the urinal before trying to figure out his escape. Can't kidnap Rosalie and escape a possible serial killer with a full bladder. No indeed, you cannot.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

There was a sound coming from one of the stalls.

He turned around quickly, spraying the floor as he went. He called, "Who's there?"

Silence.

Emmett turned back around to finish until the noises started again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Damn pipes, he thought.

The banging got louder.

"Who the fuck's there?" Emmett's face became a dark red in his rage.

The sound just got louder.

"Stupid fucker! I'm not scared of you!" Emmett almost sang it, grabbing his knife from his sock. He strolled over to the stall with his pants still unzipped and his dick swinging in the air. "Dr. Jasper, I'm going to gut you like a little fishy!"

He pushed open the door violently. There was nothing there.

"What the fuck?"

All of a sudden, Emmett's head was pushed into the toilet bowl. He struggled to break free, as panic set in. The worst fear that Emmett had was drowning and now it was happening in a toilet. It was the same way he used torment his high school classmates. Karma was a wicked bitch.

Brute strength that was always available to Emmett in a fight was now rendered useless. The assailant easily held him down.

Water filled his lungs and as the oxygen left his body, Emmett had only one regret. I wish I got a few good punches in first.

His body went limp.

The killer stood upright and pulled out a bag of pills that were taped behind the toilet seat with a smirk. The orderly had been giving baby aspirin to the girls and selling the medication on the black market.

The sounds of the Elvis Presley's classic, Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog filled the room as the killer pulled out their knife. It was time to make some art.

XXXXXX

Bella and Alice were clutching hands in the corner staring at the men with their now expressionless eyes. It seemed every few minutes a semblance of clarity and a spark of life would come to the girls then fade away swiftly. Edward couldn't figure it out.

What he also couldn't comprehend was his irrational hate of Alice holding Bella's hand. His anger made no sense as he observed their touching. The two women barely registered their surroundings, but there was a closeness to them that made Edward uneasy. Jealous.

"We need to find out if the rest of the girls met the same fate as the one in there," Jacob pointed out with a grimace at the thought of the corpse in the room. "If not, we gather the girls together and get them out of here."

"Tanya," Edward stated quietly. "That was her name."

Jake started heading to a room next to Tanya's. He turned to Edward quickly and questioned, "Were you sweet on her?"

"No," Edward admitted as he looked at Bella.

Jacob frowned unhappily. A look can tell you more than words ever could, because the eyes never lie. He contained his ire, because getting the girls to safety and away from this den of horrors was his first priority.

"Who sleeps in this room?" Jacob had his hand on the knob. He was afraid to turn it, because who knew what he would discover.

"Angela." Edward reluctantly turned his gaze from Bella to follow Jacob. Slowly Jacob opened the door.

It was empty.

The sheets were all tangled up on the floor, but Angela was nowhere to be found. Edward was slightly comforted that no blood was found.

Jacob rushed past him to the next room. No Rosalie.

Jessica's room was also vacant.

"Fuck!" Jacob groaned. "We need to get Seth to help find them!"

"I can stay with Bella and Alice," Edward offered, as the red lights flickered. A crack of thunder sounded loudly.

Jacob whispered harshly in Edward's ear, "There is no way in fuck I'm leaving her alone with you. I'm taking Bella home. She has friends and family waiting for her and I'm the fucking hero. You Doc, are just some whack-a-doo quack that's going to prison for kidnapping. I promise you."

"I promise to kill you first", Edward thought. He was shocked by these violent emotions he was having.

Instead the doctor whispered back, "I think you need to concentrate on getting us out of here alive and not getting a parade for your dubious heroics, Officer."

They glared at each other as the girls started to wander away.

Edward called, "Wait up, Bella! It's not safe!"

The girls kept their steady pace forward. Jacob followed. "Where are they going?"

"Towards the lab! Eric should be in there and perhaps your partner." Edward kept up with them as they went quickly towards the Eric's laboratory. That was until Edward skidded to a stop in front of the bathroom where the broom handle was still jammed into the bathroom door. "Wait!"

Jacob gently stopped the the girls and moved towards the bathroom. They could hear water running. "This can't be good."

Wrenching the broom from the door, Jacob opened it slowly, "Who's in there?"

The lights flickered again.

He drew his gun and instructed, "Dr. Masen, stay with the girls."

Jacob crept in slowly and stepped into a wet floor. All the sinks were turned on and overflowing onto the floor. Body parts were crammed into the drains.

The toilets were also spilling over and, truth be told, Jacob was afraid to find the cause. Instead, he continue down to the last stall.

That's where he found Emmett McCarty sitting on one of the toilets. His eyes had been removed and the baggies of pills stuffed into the holes. His penis had been hacked off and placed into his mouth. Jacob tried to control the desire to vomit.

"Officer Black? Are you alright?" Edward called in. "We're coming in!"

Jacob rushed out. "Don't go in there! The orderly is dead! It's bad!"

The police officer's face was pale. It must be terrible.

"I was certain Emmett was the cause of this!" Edward exclaimed, as the girls just stared. "That was the janitor's broom and Jasper is still missing. Damn it!"

"Seth! Seth!" Jacob started yelling and running down the hallway. He stopped to see three beautiful girls staring into a room.

Edward watched Bella and Alice join the others. The curly haired blond just pointed an elegant finger into the laboratory. He asked, "What is it, Jess?"

He walked in slowly with Jacob and let loose a scream as he looked at the carnage before him. The creatures from those science experiments gone wrong were feeding off of Seth and Eric.

"Oh my God! What are we going to do?" Edward was barely holding on. His whole body was in convulsions.

Jacob was barely holding back tears at the discovery of his fallen friend. He started to shake Edward angrily. "Get it together! We're going to get the girls to that common area and lock them in. We need to find James Taylor and that doctor you keep mentioning. Can you keep it together long enough to help me get us out of here?"

"Yes," Edward swallowed thickly. "I need a gun."

Jacob grimaced at the thought and let out a grim, "Fine."

He handed one to the doctor. "Use it wisely, asshole."

Edward just gave a smirk. That he would.

XXXXXX

The girls were contained in the room. They all sat in their chairs with only Tanya's remaining empty. It was disconcerting.

Bella and Alice's pinkies stayed linked, much to Edward's chagrin.

He headed towards the east wing and Jacob to the west. It was so quiet in the hospital. This place was full of death. Edward imagined whisking Bella away after this to white sand beaches. The barely there bikini embracing her curves, as they sipped cocktails under a blazing sun. The rays of light would be good for her. This dim institution made her skin look washed out.

A scraping noise was heard as he approached Jasper's office and exam room. Edward stopped with wide eyes, as it got louder and louder. He stumbled backwards as a masked figure approached in it's oversized Boston Celtics sweatshirt. A thick, sharp knife was being pulled against the walls.

Edward waved his gun in the air. "I have a gun!"

The figure just started humming, Brown Eyed Girl.

Edward with shaking hands tried to shoot, but the bullet took out a light making the hallway even darker.

Fear coursing through him, Edward made the only possible decision. He ran.

Feet pounding on the floor, the doctor headed towards the wing where Jacob headed. The scraping followed.

"Oh God, save me!" Edward screamed over and over. He wasn't a religious man, but the possibility of imminent and violent death would make anyone pray.

Through the halls he went until he reached the cafeteria. The noise behind him had stopped, as he saw Jacob's jacket lying next to the entrance. It was covered in blood.

Edward felt drawn in, though he wanted to hide in his office until daylight. Nothing bad ever happens in the daytime.

Hanging over the salad bar, like those statues of Jesus on the cross, was what was left of Jacob Black.

He had his arms spread. There was nothing left of his insides. It was just an empty cavity. There was a heart carved on his forehead.

Edward began to laugh hysterically. Tears streamed down his eyes. The fear finally shattering him into pieces.