The suspicion was landing on Nurse Drucker. She would be useful as my scapegoat, but that would mean that after her fall, I would no longer be able to kill. That frankly was not going to be very suitable for me. However, I did have a new patsy in mind. She would be perfect to take the fall for me, and the best part was that she wouldn't even know it'd be for me.
This hospital was teeming with criminals that all needed to die. I couldn't stop. I should just burn down this god forsaken place. That would be my last stand, burning this place to the ground.
The idea warmed me. No pun intended.
But first, Nurse Drucker. I wasn't sure what she had said to Sheriff Honeycomb, but I imagine that she cleared her name, given that she was back at the hospital and allowed to work. Obviously, she wasn't the one, but discovering me would not be ideal. Too many people would be affected, and I didn't want to hurt anyone that didn't deserve suffer.
I was waiting in Nurse Drucker's closet. She was making her last rounds before calling it a night. While I waited for her, I thought about my new target. Trent Marner. He'd done so much, hurt so many people. I'd heard the stories. I'd read his file. I knew all about him. He was the reason for Kristopher Marner. His monologue in the cafeteria confirmed that he had been borne of his father's actions.
The Doll Collector was the big fish around here. To get to him, I needed to work up to him. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to kill him on the first run and be done with this, but practice made perfect! If I could kill the one who created him, then I could kill him, and finally rid this world of him. He brought nothing but devastation to anyone that came into contact with him.
I heard the bedroom door click as it separated from the sill. Nurse Drucker walked in with a heavy, tired sigh. She had just finished her last round of checks. I leaned forward on the balls of my feet, balancing my weight on my toes.
She stepped into the bathroom shutting the door. I carefully set a steady foot on the floor and snuck out of the closet. While she readied herself for bed, I was hiding under the bed, flat on my back.
Adrenaline was beginning to pulse under my skin, making the floor grow hot. I mentally followed her routine, or at least what I imagined to be her routine. She washed her face first, then she brushed her teeth. Next she flossed then applied her creams. She was a woman of a particular age and needed her creams.
Not for long.
The toilet flushed then the door reopened. A beam of light shown on the floor for a split second before she turned off the light and walked towards the bed. Her white nightgown hung around her ankles as she hung up her robe.
I quietly rolled onto my stomach, with my palms pressed against the floor. My eyes were directed to the wall, but I felt her climb onto the bed. The mattress sunk above me, lightly touching the top of my head.
With precise movements, I slid my whole body out from under the bed. I could feel sweat beginning to form on my forehead. The pressure was immense. She could fix everything. She'd be the patron saint of serial killers, dying for my sins. She was my protector.
I brought my knees to my chest, keeping my body below the top of the mattress. I listened for Nurse Drucker's breathing, trying to determine what side she was sleeping on. I was on the left side; her breathing was coming from the right.
The adrenaline was rushing faster as I began to rise. Her back was to me. I watched as her body rose up and down. Poor thing, so innocent. I held the rope loop tightly in my hand. There was only one shot at this. I separated the loop and jumped the bed, pulling it around her neck. Her hand flew up to mine as I dragged her out of her bed. She kicked the sheets off, struggling against my strengths. I yanked the rope higher, crossing the ropes to make the loop tighter.
One more hard yank and I heard a snap, her windpipe.
Her body went limp, so I released her, removing the rope.
I hopped onto her bed, tossing the rope over the ceiling fan and tied it tightly. When it was secure, I dragged her body up, sliding her neck into the loop again. Her body hung heavily, rotating just a bit. I fixed the sheets on the bed to make it appear as though she had never lied down.
Such a shame.
I slipped out of the room and shut the door behind me. She would take the fall for me and I would walk away cleanly. I could laugh, I could genuinely laugh. Giddiness was filling up my whole body. I was too good at this. How had I not discovered this side of me before? It just took a little pushing to do the trick.
I slipped back to the dormitory and into my bedroom to lie down. Victory was washing over me. Nurse Drucker was dead and now, I just had to kill Trent Marner to leave the old Doll Collector for last.
But I couldn't wait, now could I? No, the adrenaline was pumping and now was the time. I rolled back onto my feet and grabbed a syringe from my bedside. It's how the Doll Collector subdued his victims. A little GHB never hurt anyone, except his victims of course. But I would have to go a different route. Trent Marner needed to be killed and not just subdued.
With the syringe resting in my pocket, I left my room and headed down the hall onto the porch. The night air was brisk and whipped against my face. I pushed past the sting towards the hospital. It was just about getting to that time of the year, when I wouldn't be able to go running around in the middle of the night without catching my death. My adrenaline was in full swing now and propelling me forward. I could taste it. The insatiable desire to kill was becoming too much. My body was tingling with anticipation. Trent Marner would finally die. He would no longer be able to hurt anyone else.
That would be my gift to his only son.
Once I was inside the hospital, I casually made my way to his cell block. It was called The Lair. Every serial killer had one, so when it began to fill up with these cretins, it picked up the name. Suitable, really.
There I was, inside The Lair. I passed each room, refusing to look into the little window until I stopped at his. His door opened easily, revealing him to be lying on the bed. He was on his back filling his four walls with heavy snores. I could probably just wait it out and he'd suffocate himself.
I grimaced lightly as I quietly crossed the room to his bedside. They were always so angelic when they slept. It was the only time a man was innocent. Same for serial killers.
He'd brought a terrible misfortune over his own family and destroyed the lives of the girls he ate. I thought back on the photos in his file. He'd roasted their skin, flayed them like steak. The one image of the child being prepared like a pig haunted me. Their families would never be whole again. I would never be whole again after seeing that.
My hand slid into my pocket wrapping around the syringe. Out of all the serial killers that had walked these halls, he was the worst one. I hadn't been here long enough to make that statement but never in the hospital's history had there been a child killing cannibal. Cannibals yes, there was always a cannibal in a place like this, but one that would prepare children the way he had, never. It was destroying the nation; it was the top story on every news outlet.
The hospital was being put on the map knowing that we were housing two of the nation's most heinous serial killers. Even more so that the familial link had been discovered. This was a favor to the community. He escaped the death penalty, but he was getting my death penalty.
This too, would rock the nation, but maybe it would soften his blow.
His neck was perfectly exposed, so I didn't waste any more time and stuck the needle through his skin.
He jerked only slightly at the prick. I stood by waiting for the drug to take effect. His snores were suddenly cut short and his hand slapped against his chest where his heart was. His eyes shot open as his heart gave its last beat.
His breathing softened until he was just a dead body in his bed.
Hi guys! Man this week was so hectic. I had hella assignments due for the next two weeks until the semester ends. I spent like 5 hours editing a project yesterday.
How was this chapter??
Any more guesses on who the killer might be?
I watched Bad Samaritan yesterday, it's SUCH a good movie. Love it. Even more because the main character is Irish and I love love love the Irish.