Escape

Awake.

But for how long?

No, can't give up. Not yet.

I think.

Have to get out of here. Walls lock me in. Gauze wrapped around my face. The gauze is wet with blood. I'm pretty sure it's critical for my health to stay in bed.

Fuck my health.

Yank the IV out of my arm, and force myself to my feet. Stumble to my knees, and the wall is my guide. Force myself to keep going. Push foreword.

There's a sharp utensil on the metal table next to my bed. Scalpel, I think it's called. Pick it up, and stagger towards the door. Attempt to pull it open, but it's heavy, and I'm weak. Force myself through a small opening.

Things spin.

Getting dizzy.

The blood rushes from my face, and my head feels empty.

Drained.

Have to flee.

Destination unknown.

None of that matters.

Escape.

Flight.

Salvation.

Redemption.

These words ring through my brain. There must be some sort of light at the end of this tunnel. Bad things like this don't just happen to good people. Not the good guys.

Where am I? This hospital is so huge it's impossible to tell. This hall is pretty desolate, the security isn't very tight for an individual such as myself.

So dangerous.

The underestimate me. Excellent.

This gives me the upper hand.

Where to now? Fuck it. Pick a direction, and try my best to stick with it. It may not lead to an exit, but it will lead to some kind of answer. To something.

Hopefully.

I'll find out if this is the right way or not. We can be sure of that.

Yet I still wonder. What brought me this far?

And I still wonder. How will I survive?

Do they still fear me, or do they hate me?

Can I control this?

I have this handled. I think.

Questions ring through my head. Questions that beg answers that can't be found. Hallways and corridors that all look the same.

Where am I going? Will this take me to the destination that needs to be reached?

What now? What comes next?

Even if I could escape this place entirely, what could be done? Where could I go?

Things don't make sense anymore.

Tired. Weak. Dizzy.

A bathroom door beckons me. A temporary sanctuary. Push the door open, and stagger to the sink. Stare into the mirror image of my face, rather the bloody gauze wrapped around it.

Rip it down with my hands.

Oh god.

My face.

That's me?

What the fuck?

My face looks like bloody hamburger meat. It's swollen, and the expression refuses to change no matter how hard I try.

My image makes me sick, and I run over to the urinal. Kneel before the standing toilet, and spew my insides into the lip.

A creak from behind me.

Puke again, but this time the side of the toilet is hit, and it runs down the wall onto the floor.

Fuck.

"Hey!"

What?

Look up from my puddle of throw up to see a guy standing by the door way behind me.

Grip the scalpel tightly in my hand.

It's time.

Primal instincts kick in.

Fight or flight.

Kill, or be arrested.

No, not today.

He tried to tell me I'm not supposed to be in here. This "doctor" tries to tell me I need to stay in bed. He approaches, and tries to help me up.

I guess I look helpless.

Pitiful.

Weak.

This is when I make my point, and drive it home.

Right into his neck.

Gurgles. Protest.

Feeble attempts to hurt his attacker.

Death.

Silence.

Fear.

Loathing.

Have to get out of here. Walls closing in. So are the cops.

The bathroom is a mess that I would refuse to clean up even if I could. Walls and floor painted with blood and vomit.

Make my way out of the bathroom. Push the door open with my open palm, leaving a bloody handprint on the wooden door.

What did Shadow do?

How did he do this to me?

As much as I hate the fucker, I have to hand it to him. He really knows the mechanics of fucking someone hard, and without mercy, or lube.

Make my way through the white maze. This bright labyrinth. I want to fall. Want to give up.

Pass out.

Die.

There just HAS to be a light at the end of this tunnel.

I'm the hero!

Right?

I'm the hero. I have to save the day.

It's my job.

It's what I have to do.

It's what I was created for.

Suddenly, a male voice booms over the intercom.

"We have an emergency in the males restroom in ward six."

Oh fuck.

No more time to run around.

I fucked up.

Have to think about this logically. Find a door, and go through it.

It's a stock room. Cabinets filled with pills. There should be more security in this hospital.

Open one of the cabinets, and open a sample pack of the strongest sounding painkillers I can find. Rip them from the plastic, and pop them into my mouth. Chew them up.

Gosh, they taste horrible.

Do my best to swallow, and look around frantically.

A window of opportunity.

Actually, just a window.

Standing on my tip-toes underneath the window, I am barely able to reach it.

Try to open it, but no dice.

Fuck.

I'm not jumping through glass again. Fuck that. Fuck movies, too.

A stool in front of a desk. A metal stool.

Perfect.

This will require every bit of strength I can muster, but it must be done.

Pick it up by the seat, and heave the stool around me. Fling the metal object at the window. The glass shatters, but the stool simply falls down back into the room with me.

Set the stool back up, and stand on top of it. Force myself through the tiny window. Jagged glass jutting from the seal cuts through my skin as I pass.

My eyes don't open until it's too late, and my weight has mingled with gravity out of my favor. Two stories up, and falling towards a pile of glass waiting for me on the ground below.

Why don't I think these things out more carefully?

Shield my head with my arms, and brace for

impact.

Laying face down in a pile of glass, deja vu hits me.

Everything hurts.

Footsteps advancing in my direction.

Cant' do shit.

God, please just strike me down.

The scalpel! There is a way out.

Open my eyes, scanning the ground around me for the shiny metallic instrument.

Can't go back now.

The scalpel sits three feet out of reach.

Can't move my arms.

Shit, can't move my legs either.

Footsteps advancing,

Nothing works.

My body defies me, and I lay paralyzed.

I have cotton mouth, and the painkillers haven't even kicked in yet.

And I swear to god, I can hear Shadow laughing at me.

The end

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Credit should go to misinball for borrowed lyrics from the song "mein stank"