"No matter what I do, eh?"
Waylon suddenly growled and picked Kat up, throwing her to the ground behind him causing her to cry out as she rolled across the hard floor, the jagged stone scratching up her bare arms and legs.
"No matter what I DO, eh!?" He repeated, screaming as he stalked forward, his fists clenched.
"Stop, Waylon!" She begged, putting her small hands up in a weak attempt to protect herself from the man's attacks.
"Still wanna stay, Kat!?" He chuckled darkly. "Well? DO ya!?" She whimpered and tried to escape, not answering his question. This caused him to growl and to grab her calf as she tried to shuffle away. "Answer me!" He dragged her closer to him, digging his long, sharp claws into her leg that he was still holding onto. "Do ya still wanna help little ole me!?" He picked her back up and threw her violently into the closest wall. "Still wanna help poor Waylon Jones...?"
"Stop it! Please!" She screamed, trying to scramble to her feet as she held onto her injured leg, blood slowly seeping out of the fresh wound.
"Still wanna help the circus freak!? The giant, man-eating crocodile!?" He growled again, punching the wall beside her face, leaving a small hole. "Or do you wanna help the poor orphan that never knew his mommy or daddy!?"
"Waylon, please!"
"The man who use to be a submissive, defenseless, and useless little boy that screamed, cried, and begged for mercy while his abusive and alcoholic aunt beat him within an inch of his life, Every. Single. Night!?"
"Stop!"
"The man who use to be a depressed and lonely kid who went to school to escape the abuse from home, only to get it there too!? Is that who ya wanna help! Is that who ya wanna be there for!?"
"Calm down, please, Waylon!"
He screamed and grabbed her throat, raising her up and pinning her body to the wall.
"Or do ya wanna be there for the suicidal and heartbroken teenager!? The boy who got laughed at and mocked every time he went out in public, every time he so desperately tried to make friends! The boy who didn't have the courage to end it all! To end his life and be done with it! To be done with all the pain, the sadness, the damn anger and resentment! The young man who tried his best. Tried his all to do it. The boy who tied the noose around his neck. The boy who stepped up onto that stool after raising the rope. The boy who looked down, thinking about how bad, how horrible, and how depressing his life was. But yet couldn't jump. Even after EVERYTHING he still couldn't jump!"
She started to cry. Not because she was going to die. No. She was crying because of the story Waylon was telling her. The past that he always kept locked up inside that was now spewing out.
Croc released his hold on her neck slightly to allow her to breathe as he brought his face as close as he could to hers without the two touching. His eyes flashed a brighter yellow almost as if they were glowing, and his pupils contracted into thin slits, his gaze meeting her own.
"Or maybe, just maybe, by some sliver of a chance! You wanna be there for present Waylon. Killer Croc. The man-eating crocodile that's locked up in an asylum and lives in the sewers while people still continue to abuse him. The monster whose killed HUNDREDS of people, consumed them, and chewed on their bones. The creature who LOVES to kill! Whose obsessed with food! Always wondering when his next victim will come along! Always watching and waiting. Drooling at just the thought of SNATCHING the unfortunate human into his claws and tearing them apart!"
He suddenly let her go and allowed her to slide down onto the floor, gasping for breath.
"Which is it?! Huh?! Which one is it?!"
She choked and sobbed, then choked again, coughing and gasping for breath. But she found her voice and looked back up at him. "A-All of t-them."
"What?!"
"ALL OF THEM!" She screamed, coughing again. "I want to be there for all of them!" Kat got up and peered up into Waylon's eyes as serious as she could be. "And I especially want to be there for present Waylon. For Killer Croc."
He growled, punching the wall beside her head again. "Liar! You're lying! If you wanna be there for me, for Killer Croc, then that means you're just as crazy as me, not just me, but the whole damn asylum! No one in there right mind would want to be there for a giant, murderous, crocodile man! It's insane!"
Katerina stood up on her tip-toes, still keeping eye contact. "Then I must not be in my right mind. Because like I said earlier. I'm here to stay. And there is not a damn thing you can say or do to change my mind."
His nostrils flared as he looked at her incredulously. "Nothing...?"
She nodded. "Nothing."
"Crazy Bitch." He muttered, then without a second thought he grabbed her and smashed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. And Katerina, completely and utterly shocked, stood frozen in place, involuntarily letting him kiss her.
Once he was done he pulled back a couple of inches and looked her in the eyes, licking his lips before opening them to speak. "Not even that...?"
She blinked once, then twice, recovering from the surprise. Then shook her head as a light blush appeared on her cheeks. "N-No. Not even that."
For a moment he thought he had heard wrong.
Not even that? Not even when a giant, murderous, and man-eating, crocodile kisses you? Not. Even. That!?
Suddenly about 15 guards burst through the room. One of them had the remote control to his shock collar and pushed the button, the electricity pulsed through his body and to him it felt as if he were being cooked from the inside out. He screamed and thrashed around, trying to break the collar off, but stumbled and fell into the water, still moaning in pain.
An instant later Kat felt multiple arms around her, dragging her out of the cell as they asked her millions of questions. As soon as she was out of harms way about six doctors rushed over to her, and made her sit on a gurney as if she were dying.
"I-I'm fine." She managed to say before they made her lay back down, taking her to the Medical Wing.
When they arrived they moved her to a hospital bed where several nurses tended to her smaller wounds and the rest of the available doctors tended to the more major wounds, including the claw marks on her calf that needed stitches.
Once they were done they concluded that there were no broken bones. Just a couple of minor lacerations, bruises, and the claw marks on her leg that would probably leave scars. Other then that she was completely fine earning loud gasps from the Psychiatrists as they filed into the room to see her.
"She's alive!? It's a miracle!" One of them yelled.
"She survived an attack from him!?" Another cried out causing a flurry of questions all thrown Kat's way. But thankfully she was saved as Dr. Leland came charging through the door, pushing through the crowd. "Move. Shoo! Get away! Give her some space! Better yet, just get back to work!" They all groaned and waved goodbye to Kat as they left, leaving her alone with the furious yet worried Dr. Leland.
"Are you alright!?"
Kat nodded, pointing to her leg. "Yes. That's the only major wound I have. The rest are just some scratches and bruises.
Joan nodded and a second later Kat felt the sting of a slap across her face as she heard her colleague scream at her. "Don't ever worry me like that again!" Then she felt the warmth of her friend's arms around her neck wrapping her into a gentle hug. "I'm so glad you're alright!"
Katerina chuckled and wrapped her own arms around the older woman, hugging the doctor back. "I'm glad I am too. Believe me."
Joan gave her a light squeeze before leaning back. "What the hell happened in there!?"
Kat filled her in on what happen - leaving the kiss out - then reassured her that she was ok and could handle still working with Waylon earning another lecture from her friend as she stated that he'd only try to kill her again.
But in the end Kat won the argument and was finally left to get some sleep. She'd be there two days stuck in the Medical Wing until the doctors say she's healed enough to go.
So a couple hours after Joan left Kat fell asleep, ignoring the constant ache in her leg as she succumbed to her dreams.
