It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay'.

Chapitre 1

Jane closed the distance that separated her from her nemesis. According to Mason, the prison guard assigned to him, Hoyt had been in and out during the last hours. It was unfair. Karma was getting after him for all the harm he had done in his life, and he still was given the chance to leave the world painlessly. She was no doctor. They wouldn't go after her if she was taking him off the morphine. She did nothing but walk closer to him and call his name. She had no idea what she was exposing herself to, but she should have sensed that something was wrong. Hoyt wanting to confess bad things to her? He certainly wasn't about to tell her about remorse because he had none. He had loved being a serial killer and slaughtering all these people. He would have loved it even better if her name had been on his list of victims.

She was close now, too close for her liking. Just the idea of being only inches away from him was making her sick. He was mumbling in his drug-induced slumber, and she made the mistake to lean in to hear what he was saying. His hand sprang up and grabbed her throat. He pinned her in the bed with that single hold. Flashbacks filled her mind and prevented her from fighting the strong hold around her neck.

"Happy birthday, Jane."

His honeyed voice was sickening. She struggled against him and heard Maura asking for help. Her blood froze when the warden replied that he would just watch. Rod Mason was Hoyt's personal guard but also his apprentice. He was the one who killed Graham Randall following his instructions.

Jane cursed. She had done it again. She had fallen head first in Hoyt's trap. He had been cleverer than her that time again. Even as a dying man in a high security prison, he had found a way to get to her, the one victim that got away, not only once, but twice. That time though, she had the feeling in her gut that she had little to no chance to escape.

His hand was a strong vice around her neck, obstructing her airways. She struggled against his hold. Mason zip-tied Maura's wrists and forced her to sit down on an empty bed. He zip-tied her wrists too. She scratched their arms, squirmed to get out of their hold. Hoyt only tightened his grip around her neck. She gasped, unable to bring oxygen in her lungs.

"Should've killed your when I had the chance."

"Yeah, you should've."

He asked for the Taser that Mason willingly gave him and pressed it to her throat. Her face was turning darker from the lack of oxygen. He threatened to turn it on. Maura screamed. She couldn't hear the terror in her friend's voice but she herself was fighting her own as her nemesis was standing over her. She tried to convince Mason of Hoyt's true intentions, that he had only used him to get what he wanted, but the warden was deaf to her arguments. He was enjoying the situation, had enjoyed killed Graham Randall.

"It's time."

Hoyt handed the Taser over to Mason who gave him a scalpel in return. Maura, as clever as ever, was figuring out everything in their back. Hoyt congratulated her. Jane wanted to rip his tongue out of his mouth for even pronouncing her title. She couldn't let him get to her friend. She had to free herself from his hold and get Maura out of that hell hole. She was there because of her. She had to take her out and bring her back to safety.

"I'm dying, and I want company. I think gonna take you and Dr. Isles with me."

He placed the scalpel against her neck and nicked her skin. Blood trickled down her skin. She thought he was gonna end it all now. Maura was crying. She didn't want to see that. Jane didn't want her to see that either. It was between Hoyt and her. He better not lay his filthy hands on her after she was gone.