And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Twenty: Bloody Hell

Oh god my face is on fire holy fucking shit this hurts, this hurts this huuuuurts...

I don't know where I am and I'm seriously sick of this whole falling all over the place thing... once is an anomaly, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern, and there is no such thing as coincidences.

My mom's dead? No that can't be it can't be it can't be can't be I was just talking to her a few days ago, there's- there's no way that she's dead...is there no no no no no there's no freaking way that she's dead, right? That's no possible no way and how does this guy know about it- there's no way for him to know about it without me knowing this whole thing just freaking feels wrong... there's just no way that he'd know... unless- unless someone told him that it was going down... no, that's not possible... but I just don't get it, because somehow, well apparently the whole freaking province knows about this going down and somehow I didn't?

Everything hurts today, I don't want to get up, I bet my snout is broken... or at the very least, it's taken one hell of a beating... add on the pounding head and I'm having one hell of a fun morning....

I really don't trust these soldiers, I don't, I can't, I won't... no way no how, no way...

They're all kneeling down next to me, though, and I see that they all look super concerned... my mom's dead my mom's dead my mom's dead it's just not processing through my head right now, why can't I get it through my head?

"Don't call the cops, don't call an ambulance," I cough, hocking out all the blood in my mouth, trying to ignore the pain. They try to follow me again, but a bloody snarl warns them off, and now what? I need directions, I'm going for where I can find directions and I think there's a fountain near by and I don't look that old so hopefully I can take care of the bloody nose in a fountain or something please please oh good there's one and I dunk my head and come back up to people staring at me and I'm clean but the water in the fountain is stained a foamy pink and well, I know that's gross and I should probably be bailing the damn thing out but I don't have time, it's cold and where do I know that there are gonna be people at this time that will listen to me... there's a school near here, maybe they'll listen? Gods I hope so, because that's where my paws are sending me and there's no way that I'm going to be able to stop myself now... my nose is still dripping blood and all along I'm wondering why in the hell am I going here? Why not to the police, anyways? Because they won't believe me, that's why, hell, I figure they're probably all actively working with these folks to let all the nuts back on to the street, and jeez, yeah, speak for yourself, Electra...

I'm tearing down the street, trying to find a clinic when something catches my eye, there's a school, maybe they can help me? I don't know why I'm going back there, my lungs aching, face throbbing, but since I can't find a clinic, maybe they'll be able to patch me up? Insane insane insane Electra, but what other option do I have? There appear to be literally no hospitals, no clinics, nothing, no medical services in this town and I'm not stopping back at that border crossing so I'm going for the school because you know, I still look young enough, maybe I could even try to blend in?

No, there's no way but I still need help and maybe they could send the nurse down to come help me if they even let me in?

Doubtful, but hell, it's at least worth the try, right?

I mean, I think so, anyways, so I might as well... and worse comes to worse they tell me no... I mean, as far as I remember there's still a law on the books that allows people to seek medical aid wherever is most convenient to them... I think? I think that's the wording that they used? That was one of the provisions of Earth first opening diplomatic relations with Jerenteka 'round about sixty or so years ago, I think... no idea why, but yet I'm still gonna use it...