Warning: this chapter contains gruesome details that may be unsettling for some readers.
Author's Note: Happy Halloween 2022! I'm glad I finished this chapter in time for the spooky holiday, so prepare to have chills up your spine if you're up to read this chapter!
Chapter 7: Hospital of Horror
"You did it?" Mai questioned, still shaken by what her suitor had just done. "You killed Jean-Claude Magnum?"
"Yes, and you should consider it as a favor," Yami Marik said to her, as he handed the Lady Ninja Yae card over to her. "That card would be the final reminder of your former lover, and he deserved my punishment for being unfaithful to you."
Although the card wasn't tainted in her former lover's blood, Mai could feel the memories of her previous relationship coming straight back to her, along with the day she discovered his infidelity. It was the most painful time of their relationship, and for that reason, she had to end it abruptly.
"How could you do this to me?!" Mai screamed, as she hurled a porcelain vase onto the floor in front of Jean-Claude. "You slept with three other women behind my back and didn't tell me about it?! You're nothing but a traitor! A womanizer!"
"Mai… Please exonerate me," Jean-Claude beseeched, his eyes gazing at her with remorse. "I can explain. I just couldn't handle seeing you with other men, especially when you're around me."
Mai didn't believe him, and she wasn't going to fall for those fake puppy dog eyes of remorse that he had. If he were to truly feel remorse, he would realize what he had done was wrong and admit it to her.
"Don't lie to me. You broke the one rule of committing to a woman, and that is to never be unfaithful. How dare you shatter my heart by leaving me for these whores?! As of now, we are through, Jean-Claude Magnum!"
And with that, she gave him a rough slap across the face and stormed out of his home, slamming the door behind him. The raging force caused a framed picture to fall from the wall and crash onto the floor, the glass shattering into pieces.
"He caused me a great deal of pain that day," Mai said, once the flashback had ended. Her eyes were still glued onto the card, gazing in melancholy as she added:
"It was a tough decision for me to make, but I had to end my relationship with him after dating for two years. I just couldn't be with a man who would betray me…"
Yami Marik understood Mai's story, and he could truly believe in her and the pain that she had suffered as a result of Jean-Claude's disloyalty to her.
"I see," he finally spoke up. "You should thank me for easing your torment by slaughtering him. He has begun his eternal sentence in the shadows, where he will forever roam with no end in sight."
There was silence from Mai, her melancholic eyes still gazing at Lady Ninja Yae. She was unsure if she would thank her suitor for taking the life of her ex-lover, and Jean-Claude may had broken her heart via his infidelity, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be considered less of a human being in her life. What would it mean for her if she did choose to thank him? Would it mean that she would finally be free from the agony that came with her ex's disloyalty? Or would it mean that she would be sinned for siding with a murderer?
After hesitating for a moment, Mai finally spoke up to him:
"I thank you for putting an end to the pain that Jean-Claude gave me from his infidelity."
Yami Marik was pleased to hear his woman praising him for murdering Jean-Claude Magnum, and he could see that she had to tell him that for the sake of her loyalty to him.
"I knew you'd praise me for eliminating your suffering that is your former lover," he said, a devilish smile forming across his lips. "However… he's not the only one I've targeted."
Mai's violet irises widened in growing horror, and she was left utterly speechless by the fact that her ex-boyfriend wasn't the only one he targeted. Could it be any one of her friends? Or worse, Joey!?
"Tell me who you also attacked," she said to him. "And it'd better not be Joey, because I'll be damned if he is dead."
"You will find out upon your return home, my dear," Yami Marik replied, sounding dark. "And don't worry, Joey isn't dead just yet…"
At the Wheeler household, Joey had been pacing to and fro across the living room floor, dressed in pine green pajamas and matching house slippers. He had contacted the police earlier and reported of his sister's disappearance to them, telling them that she hadn't returned home. He was wondering what had been taking her and Tristan so long, and his biggest fear was that they would have become the masked man's next targets.
Just then, he heard a knock on the door and he hurried over to it. The moment he opened up his front door, the police chief and two of his colleagues were standing before him.
"Yeah?" Joey asked him.
"Mr. Wheeler," the chief officer said to him, sounding grim. "We have found your sister, Serenity."
From the tone of his voice, Joey could tell that this wasn't going to be the happy ending he was hoping for.
"Where is she?! Tell me dat she and Tristan are alright!" he cried, frantically grabbing hold of the chief's shoulders.
"We found them in the park," one officer answered him. "Please, come with us."
Joey followed them closely, overwhelmed with feelings of concern and unease. As much as he wanted to hope that Tristan and Serenity would be alive, his worst fear of seeing them dead was completely overtaking him, preventing him from trying to be optimistic.
The moment they finally arrived at the park's gate, Joey gulped apprehensively as he tagged along with the police, the threesome entering through the gate. It didn't take long until they paused at the trees.
"Well…," the officer said to Joey. "Here they are."
Joey gradually turned to see the trees, only to end up with a horrified expression and an utter state of terror. Whatever he had just discovered had caused him to let out a piercing scream that rang throughout the park, scaring away a flock of ravens.
By the time the early morning sun had finally risen up, everyone was gathered at the site where Joey was shown his sister's body by the authorities. Yugi, Tèa, and Duke were the most worried of them all, albeit Bakura, Selena, Drake, Jenelle and the Valentine sisters were just as concerned of their whereabouts from the night before.
"Joey…," Mai said, placing a hand on her beloved's shoulder.
He turned to her with a grim expression on her face, his finger shakily pointing at the trees. The moment Mai glanced outward at them, her violet eyes shrank and a gasp of horror escaped her mouth, and she placed a hand over her mouth as her body began trembling.
Tristan and Serenity's arms were bound to the trees in rope, meaning that they were left in crucified states. Gasps and murmurs could be heard from the residents, and they were wondering how could this had happened to such an innocent couple.
But there was the most horrific sight of all aside from their serious injuries: the Millennium eyes were carved onto their stomachs, oozing in blood.
"Oh, no…," Tèa gasped, her blue eyes widening in horror.
"Tristan… Serenity…," Duke breathed.
"The masked man must be behind all of this," Yugi assumed, as he examined the carved symbols on their stomachs.
He then turned to the officers and urgently said to them:
"We have to get them medical attention, now!"
At the city's hospital, Joey was standing beside the bedside of his sister, who was covered in bandages and lying unconscious on her bed. Tristan was also tucked in a hospital bed next to her, in the same condition as she was. Mai was beside him, staring at her friends in a melancholic state. How could the man she secretly loved do this to her, harming the people who were close to her? It was not only bringing pain to them, but to her as well.
Even her own sister was suffering, as she was weeping in Selena's arms while Bakura was looking over Tristan and Serenity with deep sadness. Drake and Jenelle were also surrounding their two injured friends, feeling the same melancholy as Mai, Aurora and Bakura.
A nurse with light brown hair tied into a low braid and a doctor with slicked back dark brown hair were examining the patients closely whilst Yugi, Tèa and Duke were awaiting their feedback regarding the conditions of their friends. They had treated Tristan and Serenity of their injuries, albeit their fates would remain unknown for the time being.
"So, are they going to be alright, doctor?" Yugi asked him.
"I don't know if and when they will wake up," the doctor answered him, sounding grim. "Though we've managed to heal their injuries, it could take a while for them to recover. Days, weeks, or even months."
"They will wake up soon enough!" Tèa protested, standing in front of the doctor and glaring directly at him. "They don't have any fatal wounds to the chest or any other life threatening injuries!"
"Tèa, please," Yugi coaxed her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "There's no need to raise your voice."
"I'm sorry, Yugi…," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know that I should feel relieved that Tristan and Serenity have been spared from death, but what if the doctor is right? What if they would never wake up? That would mean we would have to…"
"Enough," Duke said to her. "Worrying would only make thing worse, so all we can do is try to stay strong for them."
Joey knew that Duke was right. He had to be strong for his sister and his best friend, albeit finding them in the park was a devastating sight to him. He clutched his right hand at his sight, forming into a fist that was trembling with a newly burning fury.
"Tristan… Serenity…," he said to them. "I'm gonna get revenge for ya, by taking down da masked creep who harmed ya. I swear it!"
Though she understood Joey's newfound vengeance, it was a concern to Mai, as because she feared what would happen when he would uncover her secret affair with the killer. For the time being, she had to play along, balancing between her two relationships.
"Joey…," she said to him.
"Don't worry, Mai," he reassured her. "I'll be careful. You've gotta trust me, and I won't back down until I avenge Tristan and Serenity!"
"In the meantime, Pegasus's masterpiece is making its debut at the city's museum tomorrow," Yugi said, holding up a newspaper article. The headline read in large letters: MAXIMILLION PEGASUS TO DEBUT MASTERPIECE TOMORROW. Beneath it was a picture of Pegasus proudly holding up his painting of his late wife.
"Mai and I are going," Joey said to his best friend. "You guys are gonna be there too, right?"
"Yes," Tèa answered him with a nod.
Duke also nodded, confirming his upcoming presence. The same responses each came from Aurora, Selena and Bakura, also confirming their impending attendance.
Soon, a concerned expression formed on Tèa's face as she asked her boyfriend:
"But… when we do go tomorrow, who's gonna look after Tristan and Serenity?"
"How about Drake and Jenelle?" Yugi suggested, pointing to the pair.
"Huh?" Jenelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hell no! I'm not missing out on the museum tomorrow, Yugi!" Drake protested. "And I promised my sister Delilah that I would be taking her there!"
"I understand, Drake," Yugi said to him, sounding peaceful. "You and Jenelle will stay at the hospital just for tonight, and then you can go on home and let the doctors care for them from there on out."
Drake was hesitant to believe in Yugi at first, but after realizing that the city's largest hospital had the best nurses and doctors, he ultimately nodded in concord.
"Okay. We'll stay and look over them for you guys," Jenelle replied, grinning optimistically.
"Thank you, guys," Joey said to her, smiling back at them in return.
As soon as everyone left, Drake and Jenelle were the only ones left in the hospital room. Jenelle took her seat next to Serenity's bed and glanced over at her, forming a sense of sympathy from her.
Poor Serenity…, she thought of her, as she then glanced over at Tristan. I feel bad for Tristan too, because he loves her to death and I feel their pain.
Just then, Jenelle snapped out of her thinking when she heard Drake's voice saying her name, and she swiftly turned to him.
"I have to call my sister Delilah to check up on her," he said to her. "You stay with them, and don't leave them unattended."
Jenelle nodded to him, and she observed him departing the room, leaving her to watch over Tristan and Serenity by herself. She out a low sigh, and she believed that she was going to be in for a tedious night of sitting by the bedside.
"This is gonna suck," she said lowly. "But Drake's right. I can't leave Serenity and Tristan alone. What if the masked man comes here and kills them?"
All of a sudden, purple fog shrouded the room, befuddling Jenelle. She stood up and searched the room, only to spot the masked man standing in the corner. He held out the Millennium Rod and it flashed a golden light, and all Jenelle could do was gasp in shock, just before her blue eyes darkened considerably and a Millennium Eye flashed on the top of her forehead.
Excellent, he thought, a smirk plastering across his lips. This girl will make a fine mind slave, and with her under my control, she will carry out my onslaught.
Now that Jenelle had just become his mind slave, the masked man approached a tray filled with medical tools, and he handed a scalpel over to her as he instructed her darkly:
"To start out, this is your weapon of choice. With it, I want you to kill anyone that stands in your way… including your own best friend."
On the first level of the hospital, Drake was anxiously waiting for Delilah pick up on the other line of the phone. However, there was no answer from her, earning a dismayed groan from him.
"Why isn't she answering?" he wondered aloud, as he placed the phone back onto the receiver. "I'm worried about her, leaving her by herself at home. Though I'm still keeping my promise to take her to the museum tomorrow, to see Pegasus's masterpiece."
All of a sudden, Drake jolted at the sound of the hospital's doors opening up, and he turned to see his sister's body stumbling back and forth, her orange dress covered in blood and torn to shreds. He wondered what could have happened to her, and he had some possibilities in mind. One would be having been attacked on the way to the hospital; the other would be having been targeted right in their home, even though she had locked the doors and windows.
"Delilah?" he asked her.
There was no response from Delilah, as she stumbled right past her older brother and into the hallway, leaving behind a trail of blood that was dripping on the floor. Drake slowly followed her, the sight of the blood leaving him uneasy as he could feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He knelt down on the floor and placed a hand on a small puddle of blood, and he could tell that it was fresh.
Is she alright? he thought of her. From the looks of the blood, I have a feeling that she's far from fine…
He then rose up from the ground as she kept going, and he took a deep breath before finally asking her:
"What happened, Delilah?"
Delilah's body suddenly stopped, standing still for a brief moment like a statue. Silence filled the room, as he was eagerly waiting for her answer with the hopes that she would be alive and he would take her for immediate treatment.
She slightly lifted her head up from the floor, and Drake could feel chills running up his spine as she gradually turned around, still stumbling like a zombie. The moment she finally moved her head straight up, Drake's body trembled, his eyes widening in growing horror and his heart racing at a rapid pace. A strident scream of terror rang out from him, ricocheting throughout the corridor as he was finally revealed a grotesque front view of his sister. She had multiple stab wounds to the chest and a deep slit across her throat, all of which were oozing in blood. Her brown orbs had darkened considerably, and a golden Millennium eye was glowing on her blood-covered forehead.
Drake immediately fled the corridor and dashed up the stairs, greatly overwhelmed with sheer fright. He couldn't believe what he had just seen: his own sister, a walking corpse. He was in an utter state of disbelief, thinking that it was all an illusion.
"This can't be real! This can't be real! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!" he shouted, as he continued up the stairs and entered the third floor. Unbeknownst to him, the masked man was observing him from within the shadows, smirking malevolently.
Oh, but it is real, he thought deviously. Tonight is the perfect opportunity for me to test how well I can control both a living body and a deceased corpse, and your sister is the perfect candidate, after having just slaughtered her. As for your friend Jenelle, she's under my control, and you will be devastated when I use her against you!
Drake frantically sprinted down the hall on the third floor, desperate to find someone as soon as possible.
"SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!" he screamed.
All of a sudden, he came to a screeching halt at the sight of the doctor and nurse, lying in their respective pools of blood. The gory discovery had left him shaken, his eyes bulging out in shock. He could feel his heart rate accelerating rapidly and the palms of his hands sweating, and he let out another terrified scream as he fled the scene.
What's happening here?! Drake thought, as he continued to race down the hall. First, I came across my sister and now this!? I have to find Jenelle and maybe she'll help me!
Drake abruptly came to a screeching halt when he spotted Jenelle at the end of the hallway, staring at the wall. It seemed like she was unharmed to him… albeit he was unaware that she was holding the scalpel in her hands, and small droplets of blood dripped from the blade and onto the floor in front of her feet.
"Jenelle!" he gasped, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God I found you. You're not gonna believe what I just saw while you were watching Tristan and Serenity. My sister's a walking corpse, and the nurse and doctor are dead! You've gotta help me! Please!"
There was nothing but silence from her, and to Drake, it was a concern. His friend was usually upbeat and ditzy, and she would never suddenly be left in a quiet state before.
"Jenelle?"
Everything soon went into slow motion as Jenelle gradually turned around, revealing her brainwashed gaze as the golden eye was flashing on her forehead. Aiming the scalpel directly at Drake, she finally answered him in a voice that sounded dark and distorted:
"I'm not Jenelle, you fool."
Drake couldn't believe what she had just said to him. His brown eyes widened in growing horror, and all he could do at that point was drop his jaw in a state of terror. How could she have suddenly turned on him? She was caring just a moment ago, willing to look after Tristan and Serenity with him.
Within the shadows further from the hallway, the masked man held up his Millennium Rod, its eye flashing a golden light that slightly illuminated the darkness.
Attack him, my mind slave, he ordered her telepathically. And make sure that you eliminate him once and for all!
With a scream of rage, Jenelle lunged at Drake and pounced him onto the floor, aiming the scalpel toward his chest. Drake grabbed hold of her right arm, gripping it firmly and trying as hard as he could to keep the scalpel away from him. All he could see from her now was a possessed state of rage and a twisted intention to murder him.
This isn't like her! he thought, a bead of sweat dripping down the right side of his face. Jenelle would never attack me! She and I have been friends since we were kids!
Past memories of him and Jenelle as young children played throughout, and to him, they were precious. Even though they were polar opposites, Jenelle was as precious to him as his family and other friends, and he wouldn't know what he would do without her in his life.
Drake swatted the scalpel out of her hand and gave a strong kick to her abdomen, sending her tumbling toward the wall. He swiftly rose up and fled the scene, frantically panting as he opened the door and raced downstairs.
But back on the third floor, the masked man emerged from the darkness, holding up the flashing Millennium Rod as he approached his mind slave.
That foolish boy won't get away so easily, he thought, his lavender eyes leering angrily.
"I command you to rise, my mind slave," he ordered her. "Find your best friend… and for my sake, kill him!"
Jenelle obeyed her master's command, rising up from the floor and picking up the scalpel that had been swatted away earlier. Under his total control, she was willing to carry out his order, even if it would mean destroying her friendship with Drake.
Meanwhile, Drake was lodged in the corner of the stairs that led to the second floor, panting in both states of exhaustion and relief. He may had managed to escape from his possessed best friend, but he would soon realize that he would have nowhere to run, even though the hospital was such a grand building.
It looks like I've lost her, he thought to himself, once he was able to ease himself of the terror that he had just experienced. I have to warn Yugi and the others about this! But what if they don't believe me?
However, the moment he jolted at the sound of the door opening, he realized that his nightmare would be far from over. His brown irises shrank to the size of tiny marbles and his jaw had dropped as Jenelle was standing at the top of the stairway, staring coldheartedly at him.
Inside her mind, the masked man emerged from behind her, holding up the Millennium Rod as it continued to glow.
"I've found you," he said through Jenelle. "You won't escape from me this time."
Drake released a petrified scream that ricocheted throughout, and he scampered as quickly from her as possible, only to trip at the final step. He tumbled onto the floor, landing right next to his sister's corpse. He groaned lowly as he awoke, only to scream at the sight of Delilah's body and he frantically crawled away from her, just as Jenelle made her way down the stairs and approached him.
The masked man was observing them from above, a devious smirk forming across his lips. His eyes leered over at Delilah's limp body, still lying lifelessly on the floor.
Hmmm. It appears that my control over the deceased corpse has been terminated, he noted through Jenelle's mind. My power of the Millennium Rod doesn't work as well on a deceased corpse as a living body. It is only effective for a short period of time, but no matter.
He then glanced over at Drake, trembling in trepidation at the sight of his best friend slowly walking toward him, the tip of the scalpel glistening in the moonlight peeking through the window.
The foolish boy is trapped once more. Now is the time for you to eliminate him!
A malevolent smile plastered across Jenelle's face, her possessed blue eyes bulging out insanely as she charged at Drake, pouncing on top of him once again. She held the scalpel straight above his chest, preparing to carry out the kill as ordered by her master.
"I'll pierce your heart, little Drake," she said darkly.
Drake firmly grasped her right arm, and a struggle soon began as he pulled it away from his chest. He was desperate not only to save his own life, but to try to get Jenelle to come to her senses as well. But with her completely under the masked killer's control, this would be no easy task for him.
"Jenelle! Please!" he beseeched her, to no avail. "This isn't like you! You have to fight to control yourself! If you kill me, you will end up regretting it!"
"Ha! I have no regrets to kill. The sight of blood oozing from the bodies of my victims pleases me, and I love the taste of it."
It's no use, Drake thought, a bead of sweat dripping down his left cheek. She's completely possessed! There has to be a way for her to snap out of it and spare me! But what? What?!
Just then, something came to him almost immediately. It was a memory he considered precious to him: the day he and Jenelle first met, as young children. He could soon hear the first words they exchanged with one another:
"My name's Jenelle! Jenelle Rosenberger!"
"And I'm… I'm Drake. Drake Malfroy."
Drake's eyes lit up, having just come up with an idea. That flashback was just what he needed, and he realized that it would be the only way for him to snap Jenelle out of the mind control.
That's it! Our first meeting when we were kids! Maybe that would come through to Jenelle and set her free! he assumed mentally.
"Jenelle! Do you remember?" he finally asked her, a small smile forming on his face. "The day we first met? It was how we started our friendship."
Jenelle was silent for a moment, holding the scalpel still above his chest. Then, with a scream of fury, she freed herself from Drake's grasp and slashed his right shoulder with the scalpel, causing him to cry out in pain. She then moved onto his left shoulder and carried out the same move, hearing more agonized screams from him. That was music to the masked man's ears, and he was devilishly pleased that his mind slave was torturing his victim, even though he was waiting for her to finish him off.
"Jenelle, please don't do this!" Drake beseeched, tears welling up in his eyes as he crossed his arms above him to block Jenelle's attacks. Each slash mark from the scalpel was drawing blood, yet Drake refused to back down. He wouldn't surrender until he would see her come back to him.
"I know you're still in there. Think of the times we've had together growing up. Some were happy… and some were sad. Even through all of the silly arguments we've had, I still consider you as my friend! So, please… please snap out of it right now!"
Soon, memories from their past began to flood within Jenelle's mind, and they consisted from playing games in the schoolyard to enjoying scoops of ice cream in the summertime—even their silly arguments they had. Their recent memories followed, featuring their night at Pegasus's gala and hanging out with Joey and Tristan at The Joker's House. Each of the memories were reminding her of the people she cared about; if she were to intentionally bring pain to them, it would mean shattering her friendships with them… and she would never harm them, as a true friend.
A single teardrop fell onto Drake's right cheek, causing him to gasp in astonishment. The true Jenelle was starting to come through, tears streaming down her face and her blue eyes having returned to normal. She held the scalpel away from him, realizing what she had just done to her best friend.
The Millennium Rod's eye was no longer flashing, enraging the masked man as he firmly grasped it.
What's this?! he thought crossly. She's breaking from my control!
Drake was relieved to see her back to her old self, and he knew that reminding her of their friendship would help her see the light.
"Jenelle…," he breathed softly. "You've come back."
Not for long, you fool! the masked man mentally snapped, as he held out the Millennium Rod outward. I'll have to resort to using my full power to regain control of your friend and have her end your life HERE AND NOW!
Jenelle could feel an intensely sharp pain inside of her head, and she clutched it as she was screaming in agony.
"JENELLE!" Drake screamed. "You have to keep fighting! I know you can do this, to save us!"
Jenelle continued to struggle, feeling the pain increase as the masked man was channeling more of his power into his prized possession. He wouldn't stop until he would take control of her again, and Drake was standing in his way.
"Drake…," she cried to him. "H-Help me… please!"
"I'm here for you, as a friend!" Drake reminded her. "Keep fighting, for me! Our friends! We're all here for you!"
Unfortunately, the masked man had regained entry inside Jenelle's mind, furious about her attempt to break free from his control. He held out the Millennium Rod as he said to her:
"Foolish girl! You are my mind slave and you are to do exactly as I order you! Now, KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND DRAKE!"
Jenelle released one final scream before the Millennium Eye flashed on her forehead once again, and her blue eyes returned to their darkened state, much to Drake's horror.
"DIE, DRAKE MALFROY!" she boomed maniacally, holding out the scalpel and aiming it toward him. This was it for Drake: he was about to die here and now.
The moment he shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for his possible demise…
SHLUCK!
Blood was splattered on the floor, and some had dripped onto Drake's arms, which he had used to shield himself. As he lowered his arms and opened his eyes, Drake glanced downward at his body first. His eyes widened at the sight of the blood, albeit there were no injuries on his abdomen or his legs.
He was consumed with apprehension, as he gradually lifted his head upward from his body… only to gasp in horror at the sight of Jenelle, with the scalpel lodged in her own abdomen by her own hand. Blood was oozing from the stab wound, and her body was shaking as she coughed up blood, which landed onto Drake's periwinkle shirt.
What?! the masked man snapped mentally, his eyes becoming bloodshot with rage. My mind slave would defy me… by bringing the scalpel to herself?! Then that would mean I would lose my control over her completely!
"W-Why, Jenelle…?" Drake questioned her, weeping. "Why would you stab yourself?! Do you have any idea what would cost you by taking your life in front of me?!"
"To save… you… that's why…," Jenelle answered feebly, as she coughed up once more, a small drop of blood dripping from the corner of her lip. "I've had to… to do it… because I'm your friend… and I always… will be…"
"No! Don't die on me! You were my first friend, Jenelle, and I'll be damned if you die in front of me!" Drake sobbed, his tears streaming down his face. "First, I lost my sister, and now this?! I can't live without you and Delilah!"
"And if I do die… I'll always be by… your side…," Jenelle replied, and a small smile formed on her face as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Goodbye, Drake. I… I love… you…"
Jenelle took one final breath as she pulled out the scalpel and she collapsed next to Drake, to his horror. His heart had shattered into tiny shards of glass, and he could feel the overwhelming pain of having just lost his dear friend as he held her newly dead body and he screamed at the top of his lungs, making it loud enough for some nurses and doctors working on the first floor to hear him.
He could hardly believe that he was now alone: his sister Delilah was the first of his closest loved ones to die, and now, Jenelle. As he held her close to him and continued sobbing, Drake suddenly jolted at the sound of a wicked laughter, forcing him to drop Jenelle's lifeless body on the floor.
The moment he turned to see the masked man standing before him, he whimpered in a state of terror, unable to escape due to his trembling body.
"You really care so much about your sister and your friend, don't you?" the killer questioned him. "Well, I'll have you join them, so all three of you will wander the shadows together!"
And with that said, the masked man pierced the dagger into Drake's chest, hearing one final scream from him. Once he pulled out, he witnessed Drake's body collapse onto the floor, right next to Jenelle.
He slid the dagger back inside the extended rod and stashed it onto the belt loop of his pants, and he paused in front of the three bodies to have one last look of them for the night.
"With these three finally eliminated, my task is complete."
He soon disappeared into the shadows, as a pool of blood began to ooze from underneath Drake's body and morphed with Jenelle's to form a larger one. What was supposed to be a quiet night looking over Tristan and Serenity instead turned into a hospital of horrors…