The Return of Locklear

The Return of Locklear (Part 2 of Series)

I fought violently with my restraints, but to no avail. He gave a soft chuckle. It sounded genuine. The utter normality of his tone just made it all the more deranged and cruel. He came to a halt beside my gurney and once again placed a gloved hand on the side of my face. In a soft, calm voice, he began cooing at me like he had to the man to my left previously.

"Now, now. Struggling will get you nowhere my friend. You'll just tire yourself out before your big operation." He chirped as he rummaged around in his cloak pocket.

After a moment of searching, he found what he was searching for and withdrew his hand to reveal a syringe and vial of some sort.

"Oh, you must be uncomfortable. Let me give you a little something to relax." He continued softly.

"No! No, please. I'm fine thank you!" I shouted, and to my relief, he slowly deposited the needle back into the depths of his pocket.

"Ah, so you've regained your ability to speak. And what lovely manners. It's really a shame I can't say the same for our friend over there. He kept making a dreadful racket. Saying a slew of nasty things. Made it nearly impossible to focus on the preparations, so I had to... alleviate the situation..."

He made a snipping gesture with his hands, and the tongueless man gave a whimper.

"I certainly hope that won't be necessary with you my friend." the lunatic said in an almost singsong way. It was utterly appalling how unphased he was by his own cruelty.

I simply nodded in return, not trusting my voice to come screaming out in disgust, thus earning me the same fate. Swallowing my rage and undeniable horror, I responded as calmly as I could muster.

"Who are you, and why did you take me here? Listen, I don't care what you've done, just please, let me go. I promise I won't tell a soul! I'm a good man. I haven't done anything to deserve this. Please have mercy on me." I ended, losing my resolve a little as my voice began to shake.

"Oh I disagree Mr. Claymore, but now is not the time for discussions. You can call me Dr. Locklear. I'll be performing your operation shortly. But first," he turned to gaze upon the other man, "I must care for Mr. Williams. All the preparations are complete and this is a very time sensitive procedure. But don't worry, if all goes well I should be back for you at the top of the hour."

At the sound of these words, the man next to me flew into a wild panic. He began releasing piercing shrieks of terror and violently shaking at his restraints. Seeing this, "Locklear" clucked his tongue disapprovingly and promptly stuck the man with the needle previously intended for me.

Within moments he grew still, and just stared at me through watering, horror filled eyes. It took everything I had not to break down there on the spot, but I knew I had to keep my poker face. Something told me that our captor wasn't exactly the most stable of fellows, and clearly he had no patience for emotional displays.

Swallowing my volatile mixture of emotions, I turned away and attempted to lie still again. This apparently pleased the doctor, as not long after I heard the previously inaudible murmurs of the old television set rise into distinguishable sentences.

It took me a moment to realize that I recognized the voice coming from the TV. It was my local news anchor. For a brief moment I felt a small wave of relief, as at least now I had some idea as to my geographical location. It was safe to assume that I was at least still within the county.

I was snapped from my thoughts when the doctor interrupted once more.

"Well now Mr. Claymore, why not watch a bit of television. I'm sure it'll help pass the time faster!"