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Familiar Pattern (OS/Thr/Mys)

A patient from Sangre. I. Hospital has escape and a spokesman from the police department says that there is no evidence as to how the patient has escaped. The patient was last seen with one of the night shift nurses, Miranda Joston, who is reported missing after the escape. There will be further search for the missing nurse, with the theory from the police that she might already be dead and this dangerous individual who is, according to one of the staff, has a history of continuous violent and eccentric behaviour. For those that are out there happen to encounter this individual, stay away and that you do not let your eyes stray off and report immediately to the police.
Folding the black and white paper small enough to fit in the coat pocket, I moved away from the stall towards the park.
The snow is still falling and thickening, crunching underneath the sole of my boots with each sluggish, exhausted step. Rubbing black gloved hands around my arms helped a little as the air caressed my face with chilling touch, keeping me awake of my deprived sleep. If I was a reindeer and Rudolf was my father, he would've been proud of me, I chuckled quietly.
The park looks just like it used to be when I came here to think and observe, blanketed in by softness and ice, the fountain spitting water up and raining back down against curved stone, the sound of water trickling like chimes against the wind.
Small cuts on my hand gave little shouts of pain as I swipe snow off the stone wall that encircled the fountain and onto the already thick snowed earth. I sat heavily down with exhaustion, tired and hungry after yesterday's event, but enough to satisfy my...hunger for now. Mother and Father wouldn't let me stay in the house and now they are gone. Something tugged at my memory but I pushed it away further in the recess of my mind, not wanting to lose control over something so trivial. My mouth twitch upwards.
I took the newspaper out of my coat pocket and re- read the headline and its stories. This wasn't good but I need to know this kind of things, now that I'm on my own. My eyes caught a movement that came from the main path that lead to the heart of the park. Shoving the paper back in my pocket, my eyes locked its self on this stranger, trudging against the thick ice, hunched over by the cold. This stranger noticed that the park was not deserted and looked my way. This stranger apparently is a boy, lanky and handsome if not for his many facial piercing. He starred at me with wide bright blue eyes, possibly contemplating to either walk away or join this strange girl in the middle of a deserted park.
My whole body turned rigid as this boy began walking my way, cautiously observing his every movement. He stopped a metre away from where I sat, unable to move for fear of provoking a chase and that will be tiresome.
"What is your name?" I asked softly, breaking the silence that grew with time. He had on a long trench coat that fell to his ankle and hovering above the snow. His hair was messy and dyed blue at the tip of his dark spiked up hair, which fell into his eyes, hiding them.
"Jule," he said nervously, his eyes darting around. He raised one pierced eyebrow in question my way.
"I'- my name is Nieve," I introduced myself with a fake smile, resisting the urge to attack him here. He looked harmless enough, weak maybe but my skin began to tingled when I first set eyes on him.
"Spanish for snow eh," he joked shakily, his eyes soften up around the edge but not enough to know that he had doubts about me.
"Why are you here all alone?" he remained standing, finally looking at me, that I had to look up to meet his gaze. I felt small and weak looking up at him. I didn't want to tell this stranger anything, but I feared that maybe he would do something later that I will regret, and that is not what I wanted.
"Resting, thinking what to do, now that my parents had disowned me," I said, trying to sound disgusted and exaggerating my every movement.
"How could a parent disowned their own daughter? That just strange and unusual," he looked away again as he said it. I didn't like this, none of this going to turn out good in the end, but I have to make him trust me or it will be for nothing.
"They left me and leave nothing. They disappeared and they deserved it" I casually said, even though my heart is galloping like a wild horse. His eyes grew wide as he sank in the words I've said.
"Your speech is strange, and you said 'deserved', as in the past..." he trailed off as the sound of snow crunching and very quickly. Someone was running and we saw a big man came out of the bushes. He saw us and shouted for us to stay where we were.
My breathing began to shallow, wondering when I could get away from this public place. The big man ran for us holding a gun in hand and I groaned in frustration and pain as Jule grabed my wrist strongly, jerking me up, every single nerve in my body screamed. I slipped a couple of time as my leg had fallen asleep, sitting to long on the stone wall. We heard the man swore as he ran after us, his foot fall getting distance and smaller.
"Nieve! Do you know where we could hide?" Jule asked in big gasp. I nodded, unable to talk as the pain became more acute. He didn't loosen his grip on my wrist, so I had to lead him to the storage shed. The shed was big enough to fit at least four big trucks and it had long since been abandoned. He pushed me in and locked the door, breathing quickly. I stood up straight and breathed in deeply but my heart stayed at the same pace, adrenaline running in high speed, eyes as wide as a saucer. My mouth twitch again, this time it took a lot of effort to stop it. I turned away from Jule, not letting him see me.
"This place...has been abandoned...a long time. Why are there...still tools...here and boxes?" he wheezed. I turned my body at an angle so he can't see me entirely. My whole body was restless, my hunger no longer sated.
"I-I've been ke-keeping them here," my voiced cracked, as bubbles of laughter threatened to pop. Jule looked at me with narrowed eyes, probably thinking I have gone insane.
Both of us jumped at the sudden banging of the door, as it fell to the ground, the man from earlier stood at the entrance, gun residue flying out into the cold. I ran into the shadows and behind stacked boxes, looking for the gun and kitchen knife I've took with me from the house. The gun was fully loaded, but the knife was still unclean from the last time I've used it at the house, but it felt familiar in my hand, it felt belonging. I tuck the knife in its handmade sheath around my waist and look back at the entrance and saw that Jule has gone to hiding too.
"I know you're in here, there's no way out. If you come with me willingly, then no one is going to get hurt," the man said in a loud voice. He came in closer, the door shining behind him, leaving his face in shadows. He moved slowly in, never pointing the gun down or letting his guard down too. I looked for Jule.
'Where is he?!' I thought angrily. If he had escape I have only the man to deal with. I rip my gloves off, exposing old and new cuts to the cold, it felt refreshing and it made me fully aware and awake as I also removed my coat. We all moved silently, ears straining to hear the other make a noise, like playing cat and mouse but there was an extra person playing this game. This extra person is a wild dog, entering the game of cat and mouse on its own amusement.
My whole body was screaming at me, the cold touches against flesh, the smell of decaying wood and a faint cooper smell lingered in the air.
I saw movement from a clearing where the boxes formed a circle around the big man and Jule, who was in the shadows, unable to be seen clearly without light. The big man apparently hasn't seen Jule yet, who was trembling badly.
"This is a dead end. The only way out is the one beside me and through the boxes. The one beside me is the shortest way towards the entrance, so if you try to leave I have the advantage of shooting you first," the man said.
"I don't want to do this, but you have left me no choice, so I went on my way to tract you down. I'm not going to hurt you, no one is. They told me you were an interesting and rare person to have as a patient. You were open minded and understanding, you were not like those other patients, narcissistic, histrionic or any of those things, that's not you. They kept you there is because they want to know why you are doing this over and over again," the man said, his voiced lowered into soft spoken words. He lowered the gun down and Jule walked out of the shadows, his whole body shook with tremor.
"You're the..." Jule tried to form the words but couldn't as his body sigh in relief.
"What the...?!" the man sounded confused and shocked, moving his gun up quickly at chest point. The sound of gunshot was loud and echoed in the shed. The body fell on its knees first, then its whole body lay still on the ground. Blood pooled underneath the body's head, the smell of cooper stronger again.
Blue eyes wide with fright, flicked up just in time to see my faintest smile.

18 years old male, Jule Tamaran, was found in an abandoned storage shed with another body presumed to be the ones of an investigator Detective, Mike Lain. Both bodies have been reported to have strange patterns cut all over the body, matching those of Andrew and Tiani Falcon, the Killer's parents, who were also found dead, cut up by a kitchen knife that's missing from its holder. Nieve Falcon, now 16 years old, was born with acute personality disorder, known to be aggressive and innocent as a child, did not get treatment after her first killing, at the age of 10, of her few close friends that was also reported missing, the same as Miranda Joston, who was found dead with the now familiar patterns across their bodies. Known as 'Nieve Sangre' or 'Snow Blood' at the institute, Nieve was quiet, polite and would help out with the other patient when staff was either away or sick, apposing to her now hazardous actions. The whereabouts of this girl is unknown, so people should be careful when out alone.

Sliding the paper back in my pockets, the sound of trickling water soothing my mind, as I watch the people around me, enjoying the peace and quiet of the snowy park.

(12/10/2011)
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This was an old school story for English class and boy have I changed my writing style. Still enjoy the plot, shaky execution but hey, I was young.