CHAPTER 29: RHONDA LIVES AGAIN, PART 4
The realms of romance and sexuality are never easy worlds to operate; every human being is given a mere 12 years of life of innocence and fun, only to have it suddenly burdened down with the yoke of maturity and age. It is a raw deal given all too soon to youth, but such is the way of the human experience.
Arnold Shortman has played around in these worlds for much of his childhood; developing crushes on older girls and teachers and asking some out to dinner or to a dance, all typical of a young boy, but never fit to last. As his body has matured for the path of adulthood, his mind has followed suit, craving deeper relationships more than simple flings and no longer wishing to merely 'play' in this field any longer.
While he had a decent start to finding himself a wife in Helga, knowing her since their preschool days and gaining a more intimate relationship that had only just begun following San Lorenzo, he had found a slight pause with his own personal dilemmas; losing his grandparents all too sudden. Upon his return to Hillwood, however, they had still managed to pick up right where they left off; his and her needs fulfilled.
Never had he strayed or played any longer in such a delicate field; remaining himself loyal only to Helga. Their most intimate needs and desires were kept only but between them, their most vulnerable thoughts and emotions were shared only with each other, and their bodies belonged to no one but the their other half.
Arnold had followed this promise well... until came the resurrection of Rhonda Lloyd.
Pursuing the undead Rhonda to prevent more chaos, he had only found himself cornered into her trap. He was only under the impression that she was going to kill 'Little' Nicky, and had only received this information as a warning. But, no, this was nothing of the sort.
Pinning him down and leaving him unable to escape, Rhonda had taken his body for herself, committing the very same crime that had led to her comatose state from the Freak. Their bodies were joined at at the hip in the most intimate way, something sacred only meant for those who share the deepest connection in mind and soul.
Arnold Shortman is no stranger to violence; being mugged, assaulted by bullies, and all manners of bizarre incidents at 9, fighting against pirates in the jungles of San Lorenzo at 12, and fighting crime to protect his home city of Hillwood in his current age, but this violence is like none other he has faced before.
With his previous encounters with violence, there was always a sense of fear, a sense that he knew for a fact what he was facing was not good. What he felt with this manner of violence, however, was not so clear. This violation of his body, his most vulnerable organs being used against his will, this treatment of him as nothing more than an inanimate object of pleasure, it gives him the feeling that what he had faced was good.
Just like any time he would give himself to Helga, there was the passionate feelings that he would get from the act, but only if each had succumbed to it on their own. These new feelings are from someone that he does not trust, and does not share those feelings with, but the feelings remain all the same.
Having only just experienced this for the first time in his life, Arnold does not know what to do. The unpleasant thoughts swarm in his head and force him to say things aloud and do things to himself that are not helpful, and he does not know how to stop. Shedding his garb of the Green Eye, Arnold Shortman has found a back alleyway to hide in, deciding to find himself a space for peace.
His space of solitude he finds well, but that sense of peace he sought after he does not. He swears at himself and curses his body for enjoying the pleasures that were forced upon him, he bangs his head against the dumpster he lies behind to force the thoughts out of his head, and he prods into the open stab wounds in his hands before they could fully heal, but none of these self-abusive behaviors work; he is in need of a new approach.
The first answer that can come to him, and the most obvious one, is to find help. However, he cannot bring himself to seek help from the ones he trusts; the shame of his own act prevents him from telling anyone about it. He cannot tell his family; all it will gain him is scolds, he thinks. He cannot tell Luz; his teacher will think less of him, he thinks. He cannot tell Helga at all, not under any circumstance. She would never have him again, he thinks.
On this night, he is alone.
But... there just might be one last person that could possibly gain him some semblance of peace or coping on this night. He has just begun to place his trust in this person again, but perhaps there is some way in which this person can help him in a way the others cannot, and can be kept far out of reach of the ears of his loved ones:
Lila.
Picking himself up from the alleyway, Arnold made his way to this one friend to find a way to rid himself of these feelings.
Making his way to 230 Buccille Avenue, Arnold headed to the apartment complex sitting at said address, heading to see Lila Sawyer in her home. Walking up to apartment 'B', the one acting as her home, Arnold knocked on the door, waiting in anticipation for her to come answer.
After a few seconds of waiting, Lila opened the door, dressed in pajama gown and appearing very groggy from sleep. Noticing who her unexpected guest was, her groggy and sleepy appearance soon dissipated from surprise, not expecting Arnold to show up at her door, especially not at this hour.
"Hey Arnold, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live-" Lila began to ask.
"Lila... I can't explain this, but... I need your help. I don't have anywhere else to go for this. I'm sorry that I came to you at this hour, but it's really important. I don't know how to help myself." Arnold said.
Though hearing Arnold admit that he had such a problem on his mind was another surprise among the mere surprise of his visit, a sense of warmth was placed in her knowing that she was trusted to help him. Maintaining true to her drive to be Christ-like from her many years of studying the gospel, Lila stepped aside to allow Arnold inside.
"Okay, come on inside." Lila said.
Letting Arnold step inside, Lila guided him to the couch, allowing him to sit down and relax. Heading to the refrigerator, she pulled out a pitcher of freshly-brewed iced tea, also pulling out from the cupboard a pair of cups to prepare a drink for herself and for her guest.
"Iced tea?" Lila offered.
"Yes, please. Thank you." Arnold said.
Pouring the two drinks, Lila placed the pitcher back in the fridge, taking her two drinks and heading over to the couch. Seating herself at the other end of the couch, she handed Arnold his drink, taking a sip of her own while he took a sip of his. The cold and sweet beverage gave some slight sense of delight to Arnold, a feeling that he would need to hold onto to speak his mind.
"So, what's wrong, Arnold?" Lila asked.
Finally, here came the challenge of merely stating the problem on his mind. Exactly how does one admit to being the victim of such a crime? How can one let go of that sense of pride in their hearts and leave themselves vulnerable with a secret being exposed forever?
After a few deep breaths, Arnold found the best way to answer that question is to simply say it as quickly as he can.
"I was raped." Arnold said.
To hear this sort of confession come out of Arnold was another shock on top of the series of surprises that kept occurring on this night, her mind still barely able to keep up to these revelations. The words nearly made her choke on her own tea; sipping on it just as he spoke.
"What?" Lila asked.
"It happened only a few hours ago. She... held me down and... she took me." Arnold said.
"It wasn't Helga that did this to you, was it?"
"No, it wasn't Helga. She wouldn't do that."
"Then who? We can go to the police and-"
"No, she's not someone the police can handle. There's nothing that can be done to stop her, trust me."
"What are you talking about? It's the police, they can-"
"Lila, please! Just listen to me. I feel... It's all made me feel so dirty. When it happened, it felt... good... even though I didn't want it. I was having sex with someone else when I'm engaged to Helga, and... I just feel so terrible about it. I came to you because I don't want anyone else to know. I need help. I don't know how to get rid of these feelings."
The confession drove Lila to ponder further on his words, thinking on the best way on how to help him resolve his own dilemma. While contemplating how to help him work through this issue, another, more selfish, thought began to come to her head, bringing Lila a way to use this situation to her own benefit as well.
Her own angle of benefit is twofold: One is a way to get Arnold for herself, and the other is a way to work out her own internal issues and find a savior to cling to as well. Letting the plan work itself out in her head, she began to speak out her own words at last to enact it.
"Arnold... I have something to tell you as well. I was also... taken advantage of... as well." Lila said.
"Y-You were?" Arnold asked.
"My father. I told you that he took good care of me, and he did, but... there were some... 'needs' that he had to have fulfilled, and my mother was gone... so I was there for him."
"What?! Why didn't you do something?"
"He was my father; I didn't have anyone else or anyplace else to go. Other than when he needed... me... he still took great care of me. In the bible, Lot had his own daughters after the fall of Sodom and Gomorrah, so I tried to justify it that way, in that I was there to fulfill my father's needs. I still belonged to him; I was still his daughter, after all."
The grotesque justification that Lila gave for allowing her father's incestuous acts to continue made Arnold heave in disgust, shedding a tear at the image.
"Dear god, Lila, that's... that's not right. What he was doing was not right. You shouldn't have to-" Arnold began to say.
"I realize now that I was just trying to justify it. I still won't give up my faith, but... I know that it wasn't good for me. I have a lot of those emotions you describe as well, and I've never brought myself to be able to find a man because of it." Lila said.
"Lila, I'm... I'm so sorry. That's awful."
"You didn't know. I didn't want you to know, but... hearing you talk about what happened to you, I just... I thought you could understand, and maybe you can see that I understand you, too."
Arnold began to nod slightly in response, understanding Lila's reasoning for sharing this story now, and having someone who recognized his own plight. However, there still laid the emotions lying deep in his own mind, and still no resolution had been presented.
"Then... how do I get rid of these feelings?" Arnold asked.
Giving a moment to think about how to respond, Lila at last realized that this was her moment to take this opportunity to help herself. Setting her tea down on the coffee table, Lila stood up from the couch, approaching Arnold and standing in front of him, ensuring that she kept eye contact.
"I've had trouble getting rid of these feelings myself, to admit. I've prayed and prayed for god to take away these thoughts, but they haven't left me yet. But I do know that god brought us together a long time ago, and, though I didn't see anything between us then, I'm starting to see it now. Maybe he brought us back together for a reason, and that reason... is so that we can let them out on each other." Lila said.
Lila began moving the straps of her gown to the sides, letting it slide down and reveal her body to Arnold; topless, but still wearing panties. Seeing Lila expose herself to him in this way threw further confusion into Arnold's mind, adding yet another dilemma among the many he had to work through.
"Oh, no, Lila, no, no, I can't do this. I told you, I already gave myself to someone other than Helga, that's why I tried to come here for help." Arnold said.
"But there's no way you can go back from that now. You can still make the best of it. Please, you need this and I need it, too. Let me be a servant to you." Lila said.
Lila took Arnold's hand in hers and moved it to her breast, running his hand along herself and letting him feel the soft flesh offered to him.
"Please. I want to help you. Use my body as you see fit. Let those feelings out and place them on someone else. Let me be that someone." Lila said.
She continued to run his hand against her breast, letting out soft moans with each movement she let him make on her. The feelings of arousal began to surface once again in Arnold, and with them the darker emotions of guilt and anger that followed suit with his once pure thoughts of sexuality.
He knows that he wants these thoughts out of him, he knows that there is someone before him willing to let him release those thoughts on her, and he knows that no one will ever know about this but the two of them. What happens next seems less debatable of a choice and more obvious.
Getting up from the couch, Arnold forced Lila against the wall and began kissing her right on the lips, taking forcefully what was being gently offered to him. The sudden act from Arnold gave a startle to Lila, but that one small moment of fear only added to her own enthusiasm to the moment.
She began to feel much more excited, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Arnold then began to move his mouth to her nipples, kissing and sucking against them, while moving his hand between her legs. A forceful finger prodded against her entrance through the cloth of her panties, evoking sharp gasps from her.
"That's right, Arnold. Take me as forcefully as you like. Let that pain out on me." Lila said.
Grabbing Lila by the shoulders, Arnold threw her to the floor, falling with her as he continued to kiss and caress her body for himself. His movements were gentle at first, but beginning to grow far more forceful under the thoughts in his mind, making him begin to grab at her harder, and his kisses soon turning to bites.
Each forceful movement brought a sense of pain and pleasure out of Lila; one that she recognized from receiving from her father so many years ago. She had missed this particular mixture of emotions brought on her in this forceful way, and it did not compare to the thrill of inflicting it on another.
Pulling away her panties as well as his own pants, Arnold positioned himself over Lila, preparing to fully take her and further their act to its final destination. Inserting himself inside of her, Arnold began madly thrusting away at Lila, using her for himself and forcing his own pain away.
Continuing to let herself be used and abused, Lila laid down and let herself be taken, laying her arms and legs back to stay out of the way. She allows herself to be taken wide open, being exploited and treated as inhuman property. It makes her feel a sort of liveliness she never got from others, and began to feel at peace again.
Light moans are all she allowed herself to give; mere lewd noises to signal to Arnold that she is enjoying this as much as he is. Wishing to imagine that he was inflicting no such emotion on her, Arnold wrapped his hand around her throat, gripping it tightly to lessen her moans and continue his control over her.
Finally, after thrusting away at her like she held no value to him whatsoever, Arnold released himself, letting the bad thoughts and emotions out of himself. Joining him in his moment of release, Lila finished with him, feeling a fulfillment and escape from her own mind that she had not received in so long.
In the midst of his orgasm, however, Arnold had found that the strange blockage of emotions in Lila's mind had suddenly cleared itself in her own, giving him a glimpse at the thoughts and emotions that roamed in her own mind. From this one accidental glimpse, eyeing into an event that unfolded mere days ago, he finds something he absolutely does not like.
Inside the church, Lila led Joey into a bathroom stall, ensuring to lock it behind them. Wasting no time to fulfill her own desires, Lila began stripping all her clothes off, soon leaving her naked before Joey. Becoming even more frightened now alone and with Lila nude in front of him, Joey felt his breath quiver and his heart race; his body's own senses not knowing what to do.
"M-Miss Lila, why are you taking your clothes off? You didn't do that before." Joey said.
"This is another way to play, Joey. I promise you'll love it. Now, I've taken off my clothes, why don't you do the same?" Lila asked.
Again forcing himself through an act he did not wish to continue, Joey began removing his clothing as well, soon losing all articles of clothing. All that remained was his underwear, which he still left on out of sheer nervousness, leaving him unable to continue.
"Take off the underwear, too." Lila said.
Still extremely uncomfortable with the action, Joey removed his underwear as well, now leaving him totally naked and exposed to Lila. Though he had no more manner of clothing, Joey still covered his vulnerables with his hands, looking away from Lila in shame.
"Don't cover it, Joey. There's no need to hide something nice and pretty like that." Lila said.
Complying with the request, Joey's hands slowly lowered from his crotch; his hands shaking violently under the stress he was under. He still faced away from Lila, trying to put his mind and consciousness elsewhere, but found little reward in his efforts in escapism, with tears running down his eyes.
Kneeling down to the crying Joey, Lila gently held his head and put his face towards hers, having the two make eye contact.
"What's the matter, Joey?" Lila asked.
"M-M-Miss Lila, I don't like this game anymore. I want to stop. I want my mommy." Joey said.
"Shh, shh, no, it's okay, you're doing okay. You don't have to cry."
"But I don't like this. I feel so strange."
"Where does it feel strange?"
"My... My private parts."
"It's okay, sweetie, that's how you're supposed to feel. God made you for a woman, and this is how he made you. You can trust God, can't you?"
"Well... I guess so."
"Good. Now, don't worry. Just relax and enjoy this..."
A content smile came to Lila's lips, with her tongue running across them in eagerness.
"...Arnold." Lila whispered.
Taking in this memory of Lila continuing her abuse on an innocent boy, Arnold suddenly jumped off her in shock, pinning himself against the wall as he came to realize what had become of his friend. Just beginning to come down from her orgasm, Lila looked up to see him looking back on her in fear, not understanding his concern.
"Arnold? What's wrong?" Lila asked.
"Lila... What have you done?" Arnold asked.
"What?"
"That little boy... You just... used him like that... How could you?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"The little boy... Joey."
Hearing the name of her victim spoken aloud, Lila turned to a state of shock from it, not understanding how anyone, let alone Arnold, could have known about her crime.
"How... How do you know about that? How did you-" Lila stammered.
"I have to go." Arnold said.
Grabbing his pants and placing them back on, Arnold rushed out of the apartment as fast as possible, needing to get away from his current situation as quickly as he could. Pursuing after him before he could leave, Lila ran right out the door after him, not bothering to stop for clothing.
When she got outside the door, however, there was no trace of Arnold to be found, a sight as bizarre as every other event that had unfolded her this evening. Quickly closing the door behind her, the thoughts over what had just occurred began to circle her head, hoping that she would find a reason behind how he would know what he knew.
I don't get it. He shouldn't have known where I lived, but he did. He shouldn't have known about Joey, but he did. How could he have known? How could he have known?! Lila thought.
The thoughts began to turn to paranoia, and she would soon find herself without sleep for the rest of the night, not knowing what would become of her now.
As the morning sun arrives in Hillwood, the day comes to an official beginning for its occupants. Waking from a long night of sleep, much of it needed from their busy days preceding before, and some of it merely wanted for leisure or relaxation, the citizens of Hillwood all come to their feet to start a new day in one way or another; some early birds to the worm, others night owls to pick their prey later.
The city is a melting pot, and it begins to broil ever so warmer with tensions growing higher among one another, all because of a new factor in their equation of life:
The escape of 'Little' Nicky Russotti.
Many fear what will come from his return; most concerned with their lives and the lives of those they love, and others with the sense of peace in the city. This man's history of ruling organized crime with an iron fist is well-known throughout the city, and are all well aware of what he is capable of. The citizens of Hillwood disagree on many things, but they cannot disagree with this fact:
There is a new threat to their city.
Those that seek to combat that threat are a group of masked crimefighters known as the Hillwood Heroes; a group led by the world-famous hero known as the Green Eye. On the early morning of this day, however, he does not make any official start to the day, but instead does the exact same thing that he has been doing for the entirety of the night before:
Sit atop the roof and think.
What began as a simple manhunt turned to him being a victim of rape, what began as him seeking help turned into him committing adultery of his own accord, and what began as him finding some semblance of help for his emotions turned to him discovering an old flame had become a pedophile. Any normal person would have trouble processing this series of events and how it happened on their own, but what about someone meant to be greater than a normal person, the Green Eye?
His thoughts, despite how fast and how far they race, do not find the answers that he looks for. Deep in his thoughts and concentration, he remains on the roof for hours and hours; the time of this day soon running out fast and dusk beginning to set in soon with the fall of the sun.
As he wished not to be bothered by anyone else during this day, his friends and family have respected his wishes; no one coming to speak to Arnold for any reason. Despite his wishes, however, there was still one voice that wished to speak its concerns to him, never one to leave him in his hour of need:
Luz.
Beginning to reveal his spiritual form on the roof, Luz paid a visit to his student to lend a hand to him, hoping to give him a way towards reason again.
"I have not interfered with your walk down the path of the Spirit Master as you returned home, Arnold. Perhaps I could offer you help in the path of your personal life?" Luz asked.
Ashamed to face his teacher after the wrongdoing he had committed, Arnold turned away, closing his eyes so he would not look Luz in the face.
"You need not hide from me, child. I know your actions of recent, but I lay no judgement upon you. Instead, I act simply as your open ear. Speak to me your concerns, and I can perhaps lend you something to lean your soul on." Luz said.
"You say you know my actions? You know what I did? Not only did I let myself get raped, but I purposefully cheated on Helga right after! What the hell was I thinking?" Arnold asked.
"You were not thinking clearly, Arnold. It was a moment of weakness that happens to the best of us."
"But I'm not supposed to be weak! I've been to that edge before, and I swore I wouldn't come to it again. I was supposed to be better from here on out after I became a Spirit Master, and I've failed. I'm supposed to be something people can look up to, but I've went and done something like this."
"You need not blame yourself so harshly for your actions. You will find the judgement of others to be more forgiving than your own. Perhaps the best you can do now is to talk to your soulmate."
"Tell Helga? Are you out of your mind?! Do you have any idea what she'll do? You know how hopeless she can be without me. How do you think she'll react when she finds out I slept with someone else?"
"Do you love Lila?"
"What? No!"
"Do you love Helga?"
"Absolutely."
"Then that alone is a good enough start to say to her. It is her that you love, and no one else. That will make no mistake of the intentions you wish to make clear to her. If she truly loves you, then she will recognize that you had made a simple mistake, and forgive you all the same if you truly show regret."
"A 'simple' mistake? No, Luz, this isn't something that I can share with anyone. I have to take this alone and make sure no one knows about this. I'm sorry, but I can't let that mistake be known to anybody. Helga doesn't deserve to have knowledge of that."
Disappointed to see his student make such an irrational decision, Luz let out a sigh from his spiritual form, realizing that Arnold would never disclose that fact.
"Very well. If I cannot advise you on how to handle your own life, then I should ask you what you should do about Lila now that you know the truth: Will you bring her to justice?" Luz asked.
"I will, but in due time. There are bigger things going on right now, and I need to handle those first." Arnold said.
"Bigger than the life of an innocent child?"
"Both Rhonda and 'Little' Nicky are on the loose, and I have no idea what either could be planning. There could be potentially thousands of lives at risk, many of which would be several innocent children. Don't get me wrong: Lila will answer for what she's done, but I have to take care of things here first. For god's sake, I don't even know what 'Little' Nicky's planning."
Just as Arnold finished his sentence, an explosion was set off in the distance of the city, leading him to get up and observe it. Soon following this explosion were the sounds of gunshots and shouts, and much of the same began to unfold at another corner of the city, and another, and another.
"What the hell's going on?" Arnold asked.
"You said that you did not know what 'Little' Nicky is planning. It seems that the answer has just revealed itself to us." Luz said.
"Damn! I have to go, Luz. We'll continue this later."
"Yes, Arnold. I wish you the best of luck."
Dissipating his spiritual form once again, Luz left Arnold to tend to the bigger problem at hand, beginning to head downstairs to make his way to the Hillwood Heroes' base. Dashing his way down into his bedroom, running his way down the stairs, he prepared to make his way out the door, but found himself stopping in the foyer before heading out.
Taking a look at the TV, the Sunset Arms boarders were all huddled around it, watching the news report talking about the recent explosions and gunshots. While he was not sure what to expect of the answer behind the attacks, what he saw on the TV shocked Arnold to his core.
The TV feed showed a reporter behind several flaming buildings and cars, with cops shooting in one direction and several armed thugs firing in the other.
"This is Lisa Bartholomew with Channel 96, we have live reports of several incidents of explosions and small arms fire throughout Hillwood, all committed by unknown assailants, but many speculating the culprits to be affiliates of freed crime boss 'Little' Nicky Russotti, declaring a full-scale war on Hillwood. The reasons behind these attacks are unknown at this time, and the Washington National Guard are set to deploy soon in 3 hours' time. Hillwood residents are advised to stay in their homes until-" The TV feed said.
Another explosion occurred just behind Lisa Bartholomew, causing her to flee in fear from the firefight unfolding behind her.
"Oh, [bleep] this [bleep], get me the [bleep] out of here!" The TV feed said.
Unable to allow this to continue on any further, Arnold quickly ran out the door, making his way straight for the Hillwood Heroes' base to resolve this crisis. The sudden exit of Arnold out the door came as a surprise and confusion to those not familiar with his nocturnal activities, leading the boarders to look to Miles and Stella for answers.
"What the hell?! Arnold's leaving now?" Chris asked.
"Yep." Miles said.
"Why would he possibly be leaving now?" Barry asked.
"To do his job."
Following a quick entry back to the Hillwood Heroes' base, Arnold quickly changed his attire back into that of the Green Eye's, assuming his alter-ego as his other teammates had done. Gathering up near the center of the base, the group began discussing the surprise attack on the city, trying to decide what to make of it and how to stop it.
"Hey Arnold, where've you been, man?! Didn't you see the news?" G-Funk asked.
"Saw it just happen, got here as fast as I could. Is it true that it's 'Little' Nicky behind the attacks?" Green Eye asked.
"Correct. I managed to intercept a few transmissions between these ground troops, and they're all Nicky's men." Valiance said.
"But it doesn't make sense. Why would attack the whole city rather than just come after us? He even knows Arnold's identity, and, by association, could know all of ours as well. What's his end goal?" Lady Tetsu asked.
"He says that he doesn't want to hurt us, saying he doesn't hurt families. It's his code." Green Eye said.
"And he doesn't think that this is gonna hurt plenty of families?" Bad Boy asked.
"There haven't been any casualties so far. All injuries that've occurred, it's just law enforcement. He's specifically trying not to kill anyone, but cause as much chaos as he can." Valiance said.
"But, like, why would he do that?" Star of David asked.
"Maybe he's trying to keep us all occupied with his guys? Like, could this all be just a distraction from what he's really trying to do?" Mauve Avenger asked.
"But what would his end goal be? What does he really want?" Insect Girl asked.
Though the thought was lost on the other members of the Hillwood Heroes, the Green Eye's knowledge of 'Little' Nicky granted him an answer that no one would have thought of, and gave him the idea of what he could be planning with this attack. Realizing the true nature of these scattered strikes, he spoke his idea up to the others.
"Curly. He's doing this because he wants us out of the way so he can get to Curly." Green Eye said.
Far away from the base of the Hillwood Heroes, there lies the sanitarium known as the Hillwood Home for the Emotionally Troubled, housing a collection of the most flawed and desparate minds and souls of the city, being brought to this place for help and healing. It also hosts one of the most dangerous men on the face of the planet: Thaddeus 'Curly' Gammelthorpe, better known to the world as 'The Freak'.
Most of his days are spent sitting in a full body cast, withering away on tax dollars, waiting for the day in which he would finally die, knowing that there would be no cure for this man. Today, there are a collection of armed men under the employ of 'Little' Nicky Russotti that now make their way towards the hospital, preparing to step inside with guns in hand for their target.
"Remember: Boss wants him alive. Shoot to maim, no killing." One armed man said.
As the armed men began to make their way inside the hospital, the believe that they are alone; law enforcement too preoccupied with the terrorist attacks on the city to worry about the life of a paralyzed mental patient. There is however, one person that watches the armed men make their way inside the hospital, and gives a smile upon seeing that they had come for the same target that she had:
Rhonda.