I've Got To Make You MINE - TamberWenclair

Chapter 29: Take your place, that's written in blood

Tara lay on the hospital bed, eyes partially closed and brain hazy from all the meds the nurse gave her. Yes, she was mostly healed by now and was used to injuries due to her time working with her father, but goddamn did her leg hurt.

The television was on, playing a rerun of the horror movie, "I Know What You Did Last Summer." She loved that movie, despite its absurd cheesiness and annoying characters. She raised her good arm and picked up the remote, clicking on the remote and trying to turn up the volume. The batteries were dead, Causing a sense of annoyance to brew up within her.

"What?" Tara slurred it out past the meds in her system, aware that she needed to get moving. She'd already talked the scene out with her partners and Wednesday was playing the role of Ghostface for the attack, her partners had already visited that day, and she was a little excited about her role this time. Perhaps it was because she was toying with Sam, perhaps it was because her love was chasing her through the halls and threatening her life.

"Just wanna watch the movie," Tara mumbled to herself as if embarrassed, she began to remove the tubes and wires from her body, sloppy as she threw them to the ground and started shifting, pulling her leg from its harness above the bed. She let out a breathless cry, back arching uncomfortably. She tried the call button, despite knowing that Wednesday had already cut the line. Nothing, no response.

"Goddamn it." She huffed, She wasn't entirely sure how to feel, how to deal with the sick desire for the injury to occur again. Yes, she was certainly sensitive to pain, and it hurt. But it also felt significant, that her love had injured her in such a way. It was strange, this unruly carnage that had begun to unwind within her once she'd found her partners. Her mates. The drive for unkept carnage was so utterly different from the usual role she played, she was usually the one overlooking the board, moving pieces with planned out, calculated movements.

But now? She was part of the board, still moving the pieces from above while actively playing a character, emotionally toying with her pawns, and she loved it. This was the thrill of a hunt, and she finally understood why her darlings loved it so. Especially after they worked with her, being her equals instead of simple pawns to control. She had a family, people who understood her, people who loved her.

Tara lowered herself from the bed, gasping sharply at the overwhelming pain that erupted in her hand and leg every time she moved. She did her best to ignore it, forcing out even breaths as well as she could while pulling herself into the nearby wheelchair. Once properly in the chair, she rolled herself from her room.

Trying to wheel herself out of the room was somewhat of a struggle, painful for the hand that was still trying to heal. It hurt, but she certainly didn't regret asking Amber to stab her. It was part of the plan, and while she wasn't sure she would admit it aloud, she had enjoyed it.

"Hello?" Tara called out into the hallway, the excitement making her ears buzz as she rolled down the hallway and arrived at the large desk.

"Excu-" her words stopped midway, a scream escaping her. She looked at the small group of bodies that were laid by the desk, most had their necks sliced through, though a few others seemed to have been stabbed in the jugular and left to bleed out. One seemed to have been stabbed in the eye and then the temple. She did a mental count, fully aware that the small ward she'd been moved to wouldn't have a lot of people. At the most, six bodies were lying by the desk, three of which were nurses and two of them were officers, the last one was the doctor.

She grabbed the phone, raised it to her ear, and hurriedly typed in nine one one, she let out a frustrated noise despite the sense of giddiness she felt. The line wasn't ringing, it was already cut. She slammed it down onto the receiver, turning and forcing one of the bodies onto its side, she went for the deputy's gun, and she clenched her hands into fists when she saw that the gun was gone.