The Revenge Murderer (Sequel to Axe Murderer)

Chapter 9- Tomorrow Never Knows

Finally, after what seemed like a forever, he made it. He grabbed his belongings as the vehicle came to a complete stop. The door swung open and stood an elderly nurse, hair was pulled back into a bun. "Hello Mason! We've heard so much about you. You'll meet a lot of interesting people."

The muscles bod males collected his phone and belongings and stood side by side with Mason as the nurse followed behind. A social worker met them in the front lobby, she shook everyone's hand except for Mason. "My name is Dorothy but you can call me miss Dory."

Dorothy guided them up the stairs and around the corner. She stopped in a three way hallway, arrows pointing to activities, cafeteria, and sleeping unit. Next to them was the entertainment unit, mid 1980 funky couches, bookcases that lined up to the wall, and speakers above. The unit had a blue and white themed walls.

"Cafeteria is open two times a day and it is required,"  the nurse spoke up behind them.

The tour came to a stop when they reach room 32. The sleeping unit hallway was narrow and long with many doors. The walls were a shade of green and white titles. The doors were metal with a tiny bit of window.

On the freshly made bed was his pajamas and slippers they provided. The pajamas was a light blue and slippers were white. The bed wasn't comfortable as the one from back home and the pillow wasn't fluffed up. Besides that he was grateful to be away from the murder.

"Lights out in thirty! You'll be woke up at five in the morning," the nurse said as she closed the door.

Mason kept his eyes glued onto the door as the nurse and social worker disappeared. He quickly dressed in his pajamas and headed to bed. His eyes stared at the ceiling and all he could think about was Destiny, wondering if she was still alive or if the killer has gotten her.

The lights turned off and the room gave an orange glow from the hallway overhead lights. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar noise he recognized from the camp two years ago.

Cling.
Cling.

Chills went down his spine. The knife repeatedly hitting the doors was loud and clear. He stood up from his bed and glanced at the door. Nothing.

Cling.

Again. This time the noise sounded like something was scraping in his room. Wooden door this time, maybe.

Sweat began to pour from his back and body was frozen in motionless. His eyes glanced at the wardrobe closet and had a gut feeling that was where the noise coming from. Had to be.

He got the courage to sprint towards the wardrobe and before he could do anything, the new murder jumped out of the two sided door closet and dug a knife into Mason's upper arm and torn it down two inches.

Terror came over his body and stood there as the figure tilted it head. This time, the faceless figure raised their foot up and pushed Mason to the ground. He felt his head hit the floor too hard and vision was blurred.

"What do you want from me???" Mason screamed. His eyes met with their mask above. The mask that brought Mason joy. "That's my mask!"

The masked killer waved their index finger back and forth. They walked closer to Mason and their boot stepped on Mason's wrist, almost harder than the push. He screamed in pain and bit his lower lip.

Mason gripped onto his upper arm and his eyes wander to them clenched onto the ax in their hands. He heard a chuckle. He wasn't ready to die yet. Before they could raise the ax above their head with a red tapered at the end, he kicked them to the ground and kicked the ax away. He held them down by his knees and took their butcher knife to the masked face.

"Don't mess with the ex killer, bitch." He said. "I would kill you right here but I'll let you have your big reveal."

He quickly picked them up and pushed them out the first floor window and glass shattered fell upon the  window sill and onto the masked figure's body. He tossed the ax and knife out of the now broken window.

He gripped onto his upper arm and screamed. His eyes noticed his pajamas top had a huge crimson color spot and knew they had to believe him.

Confidence began to fill his body, he was happy to be alive as tears were streaming down his face.

Alarms were siring and the lights were flashing red. Just as he reached his bed, he felt a vibration noise under the blanket. Strange. He pulled it out and it was his phone. One new message.

Unknown: Nobody will ever believe you. Xoxo

Mason sighed heavily and before he could reply back, his door flew up with dozen of large males in a white outfit.
"There was a masked figure in here!" Mason exclaimed. "They was hiding in the closet."

The middle aged males walked towards him and carried him out to the hall and down to a room. They all were staring at one another giving the 'this one is making up stuff' looks. "Stay in here until he sees you."

They threw him into the room and locked the door. The room was bright with white walls and floor. He could see out this door with the small plexiglass.

"You have to believe me! They'll be back." Mason screamed. He ripped the sleeve from his pajamas top and wrapped it tightly against the wound.

The sliver doorknob turned and startled him. A guy in his mid forty walked in with the longest needle Mason ever saw and gulped down his pride.

"I should introduce myself. The name is Bob Gunce and I work in the medical center here. Tell me what happened."

"Someone in a dark outfit came out of my wardrobe and cut me and almost killed me with an ax!" Mason said. His story was straight to the point.

"Oh really? What else?" Bob spoke as he raised his brows.

"I pushed them out the window," Mason said. His eyes were distracted by the needle.

"That must have been crazy. This will only sting a little bit. I'll count on three."

Without counting to three, he gently angled the needle with suspicious liquid and stabbed it into Mason's upper arm. "You said you'll count..."

Mason's body felt fatigue and eyelids felt heavily. He felt drowsy and vision began to be blurry. His body fell onto the floor and eyes closed.

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He shifted out of his bed, heart rate was racing rapidly. He turned his head and the window wasn't shattered anymore. His eyes glanced at his pajama top and no rip or crimson stains. His head was pounding with a headache and muscles were aching.

"Was it a dream?" He asked himself.

His doorknob jiggled and his eyes couldn't believe it. He tried to get up from the bed and felled face forward. He glanced up above and was shock from the face he saw.