Two days later, 5:15 pm
Becky was sitting in the living room bored as she had long given up counting tiles on the floor. She sighs to herself.
"Don't you have a tv or anything? Theres nothing to do around here."
Crane looks up from his book and set it aside.
"As I have said before, my job is not to entertain you."
"Can't we do something? I'm getting cabin fever cooped up in this place."
Crane pauses for a moment before a smile spreads across his face. Becky looked over at him unsettlingly.
"Whats with the serial killer look?"
"I'm going out for no more than an hour. When I return, you will have a very important lesson. Surely you won't be...bored after that."
6:02 pm
Crane walked thru the front door, half dragging an unconsious man behind him. Becky wanted to ask him some questions about the scene in front of her, but found that she didn't really want to know.
"What are you standing there for Becky? Either help me or follow me."
Becky rushes over and decides aginst carrying the man but rather simply follows Crane to the basement. Once inside, he habhazardly tosses the man to the floor, mumbling about his weight to himself, and turns to Becky with a smile of pure excitement and joy. He rushes out of the room and returns moments later with a tray of various syringes full of liquid. He sets it down and picks up one of the syringes then pushes it into Beckys open hand.
"What the hell...?!"
"I realize I haven't been sufficantly showing you my work. So I thought, what better way to learn than the hands on approach? When he awakens, you wil inject him and then we will study his reaction together."
"What makes you think that I'm going to willingly murder someone?!"
"He is an unfortanite sacrifice in the pursuit of scientific research. However research will be done tonight, wether its him or yourself. So which will it be Becky?"
The man stirs and Crane grabs her shoulders then forcibly pushes her forward, twords the man until she is standing over him. Becky looks from the syringe in her hand to the waking man before her.
"I...I'm not sure."
Crane runs his hand along the length of her arm in a way that sent chills to her spine. He leans in close to her ear and whispers.
"It's easy. It takes but a moment and then it is finished. You can do it, I know you can Becky. Just think about what people like him did to you for all those years. Haven't you always wanted to...hit back?"
"Yeah, but he hasn't done anything to me. He doesn't deserve to die."
"Do you want to know how I found him? He was following this poor girl, much like yourself, and when he reached her...he had twisted intentions. I would have been able to help her except she recieved a nasty blow to the head and perished. Does he deserve mercy now my brave Becky? He never showed any, hes done his hunt several times before. What if you were on his hunt one night? Would you hit back then?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do! If you ever want me to help you, you need to stop lying to yourself Becky. You will feel so much better, rest assured. The first time is always the most difficult. The emotions, questioning your morallity and sanity, the remorse... But once you do it again, it gets much easier. You are so brave, I know you won't let me down, will you my brave Becky?"
"I...I...won't kill someone!"
"I see."
Crane moves away from Becky and over to the tray, not noticing Becky plunging the syringe into her arm and pushing down on the plunger. She tosses the syringe aside and Crane dashes over to her alarmed.
"You fool! That was much too concintrated a dose for you!"
Becky feels her knees give out and Crane catches her then lays her down before grabbing the antidote from the tray. He injects it into Becky and she slips unconsious.
"Looks like we'll have to try again later. You disapointed me Miss Albright."
The next day, 5:47 am
Becky wakes up from her sleep to find that she is in bed once again. Crane is galring at her from across the room as she sits up.
"What?"
"You could've taken your own life last night. I thought much better of you Miss Albright, but I suppose that I was wrong. You will be disiplined and perhaps you will do as you are told from now on."
Crane walks over and pulls a syringe from his pocket. He holds his hand out for Beckys arm and she oblidges. He strokes her hand with his thumb for a moment before easing the syringe into her arm.
"This is for your own good, Becky."
With that he pushed down on the plunger.
Question of the chapter: how long do you think it will be before Becky breaks down and kills someone?