Ch. 6 -You Left Me-
"I know damn well you can hear me! You think a little anesthetic can stop me?!" The patient continued to ramble on, his gaze locked on the window. "Well? You gonna just stare at him, or are you going to actually speak?" Tucker pressured me. In reality, I wasn't sure what to say, exactly.. What COULD I say? 'Hi! You tried to kill me! What'd you do that for?' Torn in two, I just decided to go with what I thought was best, "U-u-uhm.. H.. hi.." Silence followed. Could he not hear me? "Oh, you forgot to press the speaker button." Tucker giggled. I looked down, spotting a sizeable microphone with a button on it. Now or never.. Pressing the button, I spoke into the microphone again, "Who.. w-who ar-re youuu?" My question seemed to agitate him. He leaned his head against the wall and let out a loud groan, "For fuck sake, why is it that none of you doctors know my name? And you sound a bit young to be a doctor.." "Well.. th-th-that's be-because I'm.. n-not.." Anyone could clearly see the interest peaking in his eyes. He tilted his head to look at the window again. "Shame. You sound like you would make for a sexy nurse~" He chuckled low. I was going to respond, but Tucker pushed me out of the way and spoke into the microphone, "Enough of this. Listen, 3.470, She asked you a question. Answer it." "MY NAME IS JEFF THE KILLER YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER! HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF ME ALREADY?!" He screamed at us. As I looked over Tucker' shoulder, I noticed that 'Jeff' was starting to squirm around, probably trying to break free from his restraints. "I told you who I am, now I think I deserve to know who YOU are!" He yelled after giving up his struggles to escape.
"WELL?!" He sneered. Tucker pushed down on the button, about ready to speak, but I pulled him out of the way and spoke for him, "Why.. why a--a-are you b.. bound up l-l-like tha-at?" Jeff tilted his head to the side, his eyes boring holes into the glass as he spoke, "We're not all as innocent as we seem here, Sweetheart.. Why do you think I'm bound up like this? So I don't hurt anybody.. The guards don't trust that I'll 'behave'." He did have a crude point. I listened as he continued, "And why are you stuttering so much? You sick?" "Ye-e-es.. ju-just a liiittle cold.." Came my reply. A moment of silence passed. The patient shifted a little bit so that he looked over at the metal door which kept him caged in the room. "Would sure be nice to know your name." I took a moment to ponder. "Do you really trust him this much to give him your name?" Tucker whispered in my ear. I was considering it.. I reached forward to push the button on the microphone, about ready to reveal my name, when abruptly, we were ushered out of the black-room by a doctor. "Come along now," The doctor chirped, "It's time for bed!"
"Hello?" I grumbled from where I sat, turning my head to look over at the one-way glass. "Time for bed, 3.470." Came the reply- not from her, but from the lousy doctors. "Fuck you! I was having a conversation!" I snarled, rage building up inside of me. I scrambled to my feet, leaning against the wall for support. "Goodnight, 3.470." The doctor replied, ignoring what I said. Abruptly, the lights in my room shut off, dousing me in darkness. I shook my head, falling back to the floor on my knees as I waited for my eyes to adjust. I let my mind wander as I waited.. 'So far, I have three girls to look for.. Kiera Turner, the girl with that cold, and the girl I saw standing outside the lunchroom window.' I shivered, delight coursing through me. I imagined the sheer terror glittering in each of their eyes as they stared up at me, my knife pressed against them.. I pictured them begging for mercy, begging for their lives.. "I'll get you all, soon.." I chuckled eerily as I curled up on my side, staring at the opposite side of the room as I waited for the doctors to come in and give me my nightly 'medicine' of eye-drops and anesthetic..