Chapter 12

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🏳Yes and no

"Yes, we are." Jack cut in. Martha was about to approach him with her medical briefcase in hand but I stood blocking her way.

"No, we're not done." I cut in agitated and annoyed at the same time.

"Yes, we are."

Is he smirking?

"No, we're not."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not!" I needed to know what happened. He couldn't leave me in the dark like this. I needed to know what I was dealing with.

"Can you two just come to an agreement?" Martha finally spoke up clearly annoyed with how childish we both were. It was an important moment of trying to get more information from this serial killer and yet there we both were... serial killer and I included, both acting like infants. Acting no better than children in a time of seriousness and interrogation.

Have we both gone mad? I am no responsible adult. Acting with such pettiness and being so unprofessional. This wasn't like me at all. But he's such an idiot. It's hard to keep my mouth shut and not reciprocate being an idiot back.

Idiocy makes the world go round and lightens dark and gloomy moments. Perhaps, there was method to our madness.

"Fine, but I'm not letting you use that on him." I saw Jack's eyes go wide as if he was shocked. As if I was the first person to ever stop and question her.

"But it's protocol." Martha continued as if deadpanning, acting as though using an elephant tranq was completely normal.

Maybe the patients aren't the only mental cases? Maybe the workers are too? How can they all think this is normal, let alone humane? Even I know this, something doesn't feel right or add up. Also that dosage! How the hell has Jack survived all these years getting that in his system. Do they have any idea what they are making a human endure? The fact that he is even still alive is a miracle? How has this man not overdosed? Maybe his insanity is keeping him from the brink of death itself? I need to know what the hell is going on?

"I don't care if it's protocol." I broke out from my thoughts rather aggressively. I'm not like this I swear. I'm usually silent but I had to say something. "Use another human tranq on him instead, he isn't an animal."

Jack was now looking at me as if I was the crazy one and not him. He seemed amazed and yet shocked that I was confronting the organization workers on their strange lab rat protocols. I feel like they use mental wards to experiment on patients.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," Martha spoke slyly. It annoyed me to the bone, "he is an animal, he lost his humanity the moment he was sent here, the moment he took a life."

"Then that makes me no better." I looked down. Jack was avoiding my eyes now.

"You're right." Martha's voice seemed strangely sadistic. "Boss should have put you here too, it would have been more profitable for him but he felt generous."

"Generous?!" My eyes widened.

"Not all scum gets the privilege of walking free." What on earth was she on about. I don't know if she is warning me or if she is gloating. "Look at how timid you are now and to think you wanted to hit me." She knew I was going to if she refused me before, how can that be? I just wanted to intimidate her so I could get a moment with Jack. "But don't worry, I'm not gloating. Think of this as a warning. Even if you wanted to hit me before which I have noted, we girls should stand up for one another and just so you know I was the one who convinced the boss to hire you instead of capture you so it would be nice if you could at least show me a little kindness."

"Well I–" I was left speechless. I finally found my words soon after. "I will treat you with kindness when you stop treating Jack like an animal cause last I checked he is not an elephant." Okay that part made me kind of laugh in my mind but I still managed to keep a straight face.

Martha went silent for a bit as I waited for what she was going to say next. Was she really just going to leave me on a cliffhanger like this? Suddenly she spoke again. "I can maybe make some negotiations with the boss." She looked at me then to Jack. "But I can't make any promises and for the record he is a very stubborn man."

"So you won't use that on him now?" I directed my gaze to the needle in her hand.

"Yes for now." She paused. "At least until boss says."

"Okay." Phew.

I hope this helps and buys us a little time so that he can tell me what is going on. I know I want to know about his past but the present is just as important. Why do they treat him like this? Why such weird medical practices? I know he doesn't have any abilities cause we not in a universe like that. Every person here is just human and all of us can die at anytime and to be honest the fact that Jack is still breathing in itself is a miracle really. I mean an elephant tranq? Who in their right mind

Martha walked passed me taking out another needle from her first aid kit briefcase.

"What's that I asked viewing the new needle." I glanced at Jack seeing him now looking into my eyes intently from afar. It was like he was saying thank you but there was no words.

Idiot. At least say something.

"It's what you asked me to use before." She spoke sounding normal. No hints of being distasteful but more so just kind and like she was just trying to get done with doing her job. "Now you owe me at least some kindness don't you, Ms Jane?"

To be continued...

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