Her Name Is Havoc

10:58 P.M. 9-27-2020

  I must've known that going back into this building was almost impossible. Cops, bounty hunters, and concerned citizens are looking everywhere for me. And stepping back into my crime scene is the most unintelligent thing to do. So how the hell can I get to her? It's a messed up situation and I am doomed. I should've realized that earlier. Indeed, I should've realized how doomed I was when I didn't question myself about whether kidnapping someone is a valid choice. I just considered it a goal the moment I was told to. Never considered looking back at morals.
  Before coming here I called the hospital and asked if she was staying with her husband, but I was told that she went home an hour ago. Tired, she must've been.
  I looked at my watch and sighed in distress. There must be a way. And then it hit me. If I can't get inside then I should get her outside for me. And the moment I knew what I was doing the plan led its way to me. I returned to the pay phone I used earlier. That invention proved itself worthy lately. I redialed the hospital. I asked if Helen returned and they said she didn't, which I already knew. So I asked for her number because she must've left it.
"Sorry, sir, but I can't give you that. Our policy demands we protect the confidentiality of our patients' data."
"I know that. And I really respect you for your ethics. But I need you to help me out. I was pickpocket in the subway, and my phone, with all my numbers, was taken. I need to talk to her and make sure she's okay before I travel back to Boston. My flight is in two hours and I need to inform her that I am leaving. She's my cousin. Ma'am. She wouldn't mind. Trust me, this is a favor for the both of us."
  She was silent for a while. I could sense the gears inside her head working on analyzing the situation. I waited.
"Okay. I will give it to you, but just because you're family. I respect people who still look after their roots. Write this down."
"Thank you! Go ahead."
  I wrote the number down and thanked the lady. She's nice. I then dialed the numbers I just received.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Helen?"
"Yes. Can I help you?"
"I would like to inform you that your husband woke up and he has been requesting to see you, so will you..."
"Yes! Yes, of course. I'll be there in a minute," and she hung up.
  I put on the cap I just bought and stood right to the entrance of the building. And once she came out, I follow her slowly. She stood, waiting for a cab, when I took a move. Cautiously concealing it, I pressed the tip of the gun I found to her waist. She froze. I lowered down my head and whispered to her.
"As you see that with a single move of my index you will be gone. So I advise you to keep your mouth shut and do as told. I really have nothing to lose so don't test me."
  She nodded in terror. We crossed the street and headed towards my building. Another look at my watch, 11:56. Great.
  We walked into the parking lot. She wasn't resisting even in the slightest manner. And that strengthened my doubts about her. She must be involved. She and her husband. Because all these lies and forgery. We waited. And like he came from the sky, a man showed up. A man I recognized. The smiling driver. And the hand holding the gun itched badly.
"Well. Well. We finally met!" he smiled like the devil himself it made me cringe.
  I don't know what happened to the words and curses I wanted to bomb him with but they clearly weren't present at the moment.
"Did you bite your tongue, Richard?" he chuckled. It made me sick.
"Where's she?" I howled, shaking.
"Who? Hazel?" sarcastically said.
"Yes!"
"She's not here, Rich. Because she doesn't exist. Didn't you get it yet?"
"Just stop with your madness! You, out of all people, know she does exist!"
"Oh, does she? Because I, out of all people, know she's not a Hazel. There isn't a Hazel to start with. Am I wrong?"
"Does the name really matter now?!"
"As a matter of fact, it does. You demand I hand you a girl that you're not even aware of her name. And you demand with too much authority, it's freaky. Why should I do so? You can't do anything. Actually I don't think that your freedom will last till tomorrow. Soon you will be arrested for multiple crimes and put into jail. What threat will you hold on me then? And it seems like no one else misses your Hazel, so it's going to be easy to get away with the whole thing!" he said with so much excitement that my blood boiled. I could sense the steam arising from my body and forming clouds. Clouds of fury.
"I will kill you right now if you don't tell me where she is," I roared with so much intensity that my hands shook. And before I even notice, the gun left the girl and was pointed right at him.
"No you won't," he said with a smile that I wanted to snatch off his face and rip into a hundred pieces.
  Before I could understand what he meant, thunder struck the back of my skull. It was too painful I wanted to cry, but I just fainted instead.