This is the tenth chapter of the fourth Willimeena installment: 'Hell Hath No Fury'!
Jerry Willis, with a certain someone in tow; manages to get through the main security door ... thanks to its clueless guard.
The gang of Willy's Wonders all meet up in the garage ... where Arty's snide remarks get immediate backlash in the physical!
I hope that you guys like it! 👍
—————
In front of the main security door, the asylum, 5 mins later ...
"Sorry, Doc. You know the rules," a blonde-haired male staffer spoke apologetically. "No one gets in or out when we're on Code Red!"
He was standing on the 'safe side' of the main security door, and looking through its circular window.
Red lights flashed on and off; heightening the danger and tension of the situation.
Dr Fine was on the other side of the window; giving the staffer a pleading look!
To be honest, it rather confused the man ... because, surely she would have evacuated earlier?
"I ... realise that, Trevor", Dr Fine said, apologetically. "But these are ... special circumstances?" she pleaded, to Trevor's unsure, frowning face.
The psychologist then gasped as a razor blade poked sharply into the back of her neck ... a WARNING, IMPATIENT poke!
Either the door opened quickly, or ... Dr Fine didn't want to consider the possible, darker alternatives!
"Please! I need your help!" the doctor begged the other staffer desperately, her voice turning to a heartbreaking sob!
"I don't want to die in here! I'm begging you!!!"
Trevor chewed his lip anxiously, his heart going out to the clearly terrified Dr Fine on the other side of the door.
"Okay. Okay", the staffer said, finally. "I can't just leave you in there with all them crazies running loose."
Trevor quickly brought out a set of keys, and began to fumble with the lock.
"I'll let you in ... but then I'm locking it back down and no one else gets a pass. Got it?"
The relieved psychologist nodded many times, visibly relaxing at the good news!
"Oh, thank you, Trevor! Thank you!" Dr Fine cried, tears forming in her eyes. "I won't tell anyone! I promise!"
The lock finally clicked, and the main security door swung open! As it did, Dr Fine was suddenly shoved forward in a harsh manner ... catching her off guard.
With a cry of shock, the psychologist lost her balance and fell ... right into Trevor's waiting arms.
This ... unfortunately ... gave him entirely the wrong idea!
"Dr Fine! I never knew you felt this way!" the staffer said charmingly, waggling his eyebrows at the psychologist.
Unfortunately for Trevor, Dr Fine wasn't exactly in a flirty mood ... more of a shaking and crying one.
"I'm sorry, Trevor", she whispered in genuine remorse. "I didn't want to ... He made ..."
"Shhhh. It's okay. I've got you", the staffer said soothingly, patting her on the back.
Trevor's entire attention was on comforting his crush; unfortunately oblivious to the figure currently stepping through the doorway.
"I've always felt the same way about—" Trevor's words died away in a gasp, as he was struck down by a razor blade to the back of his head.
"You're a monster! I can't believe I ever tried to help you!" an anguished Dr Fine choked out, as a smirking Jerry shoved the falling body aside.
"Ahhh. But who really was the monster, my dear?" the serial killer chief quipped, rolling his eyes.
If Jerry had a dollar for EVERY time he'd been called that ...
"The creature? Or the doctor who created him?"
The orange-shirted man then caught hold of Dr Fine's left arm, and pulled the struggling doctor along.
"Come along now! Your 'date' with Trevor here has put us behind schedule."
———
In the garage, the asylum, 5 mins later ...
As soon as Jerry and Dr Fine reached the garage, the serial killer chief dropped the doctor on the floor ... and settled down to wait for his crew.
It was a pretty basic setup for a garage: repair tools, a few vehicles parked inside, and room to manoeuvre around in etc.
The terrified Dr Fine lay on the floor, breathing heavily in shock and panic ... as she looked up at her captor.
For a second, the doctor half-thought to scramble up and run away ... but a sudden icy look from Jerry instantly put an end to the notion!
It's like he knows what I'm thinking?!! she thought frantically, much to the serial killer's amusement.
Though Jerry could not actually read minds; he'd always had the knack of reading people's body language and emotions.
And Dr Fine's were like an 'open book'.
A clatter of fast-approaching footsteps along the corridor to the garage instantly caught the duo's attention, and they both turned to look at the nearby door.
The psychologist had a look of anxiety and sincere hope on her face; desperately wishing that it were some people who could rescue her!
Jerry Willis, on the other hand, was confident that it was his crew who were coming towards the garage, judging from the sheer number of feet!
But, just in case ...
The ever-wary orange-shirted man put a hand to the hidden knife under said shirt, ready to draw it if he needed to!
The door abruptly opened ... and the familiar tattooed, sharp-toothed features of 'Arty' Allen came into view.
Dr Fine's heart instantly sank into despair, along with her expression ... as Jerry grins and takes his hand away.
"Right on time, guys!" the serial killer chief called over cheerily, as the others appeared behind Arty.
Jerry then turned and gestured to a large, grey laundry van in the centre of the garage, with a broad grin.
"Here's our ride!" he said proudly, glad that the plan he'd spent months in making was now being enacted!
Arty grinned toothily, and gave his boss a grateful nod!
"Awesome!" the killer artist exclaimed, as he and the others walked into the garage ... and turned to see their ride.
It took less than a second for Arty's grin to quickly turn to a grimace.
"Wait ... a laundry van?" the killer artist said in disappointment, while frowning and folding his arms.
Jerry, and the rest of Arty's colleagues; all rolled their eyes in disbelief and slight frustration at his pickiness.
Sara, in particular ... had an extra, more physical reaction to it! Namely: whacking the artist over the head in one hard slap!
"Stop moaning, Arty!" the former dancer snapped, as Arty yelped loudly and glowered at her. "It's the only ride we'll get, for goodness's sake!"
Their fellow grinning crewmates fought back sniggers at Arty's outraged expression ... even Jerry was trying to hide a smirk!
What do you think of Arty's cheekiness? Vote and comment if you like it? 👍
YOU ARE READING
Wee Weasel Tales: Hell Hath No Fury
FanfictionJerry Robert Willis, having finished recruiting all of his infamous 'family'; plots their escape from their asylum prison, and future revenge on the world! Everyone will suffer for their past mistreatment! But first of all though, Jerry has a little...
