Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 41 - Another Doctor Visit

The creaky, ridged old door groaned when they had knocked on it. A soft tap tap on wood. The group of men waited for a moment for a response. From within the building, they could hear shuffling and slight groans.

Then the door pushed open ever so slightly.

The man who came into view was a short, leaning man. With skin as pale as the moon and rugged black hair that was entirely uneven on one side. As if he gave himself a haircut and gave up halfway through. And he looked a long, confused look towards the others who arrived on his doorstep. Eyeless Jack, wearing his mask and carrying an unconscious man in his arms. Laughing Jack, who was holding a baby and looked completely disinterested in this situation. And, of course, little Ben, who had knocked on the door with a slight snarky grin.

The man huffed. "Ben."

Ben grinned. "Doctor Smiley. Always great to see you."

The man adjusted his doctor coat as he groaned some type of annoyed whine. "Oh no. Not you again. Ughhhhhh."

Despite that, he left the door ajar when he stepped back. His shoes squished, and when Eyeless Jack took a moment to look, he could see a footprint of blood.

"Oh, how you wound me," Ben said dramatically, pushing open the door. "You not happy to see your old patient?"

Doctor Smiley glanced back, giving a firm frown. "No."

Eyeless Jack glanced around him. To Ben, who was giving a cocky grin as if he was familiar with such a person, and Laughing Jack, who was busy pressing several kisses along Bean's head without a care in the world.

This was going to be a long night.

Instead of sitting in his room listening to classical music and reading a good book Jane recommended, he was here. Dragging an unconscious serial killer with at least a concussion and likely more hidden health hazards by himself, passing by the other two who walked in to try and find a place to dump this man. He spotted the machines in a far corner, trickled with dust and a splatter of blood decorating the corner, like a tasteful decoration.

The man, short with both his height and tolerance, grumbled obscurities at Ben without the playful tone Ben had.

"The only reason I'm letting you guys - yuck, saying it even sucks - save a life here is because Ben has a fucking habit of not leaving under no means. Immortal brats will do that to you."

Ben grinned. A wide, obnoxious grin.

Doctor Smiley turned, a wild look in his eyes as he frantically pointed towards the boy. "No, no, you guys don't understand. He decided to stay here for a fucking week and I couldn't do anything about it! Tried killing him. Forcefully dragging him out. Nothing - and I mean nothing worked!"

Ben gave a little thumbs up. Laughing Jack snorted. Eyeless Jack eyed the exit.

"And of course he brought along... others. Immortal, no doubt, since you all are joined with the man of the hour." Smiley gestured up and wide to Laughing Jack. "Do whatever you must. Just wipe off the disgusting germs of life, will you? Makes my patients feel hope and I can't very much have that."

The room was small with disjointed walls that segmented it off into a poorly idealized floor plan. With no doors, random cracks in the wall, and wallpaper that sagged and sagged till it was brown and murky, the building looked like a failed construction project that had no time to even fill in the doors. Every 'room', if they could even call it that, was packed with sharp medical tools that rusted and machines with random smears of blood or other bodily fluids that could come out during fear. The smell was, as expected, putrid. Eyeless Jack, sadly, was very much accustomed to such stenches. It wasn't hard to find the required machines. A bit out of date, but they'd do the job. So he dropped the man onto the blood soaked table, not giving any time to clean it. Get it done and get out.