Chaos

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16 

Medical Ward

BEEP. BEEP.

I moaned out loud and squeezed my eyes tighter.

BEEP. BEEP.

I reached under my head and grabbed my pillow. In a great show of over dramatization, I flipped the pillow over and tugged it over my face. Yet the annoying sound still penetrated my shield.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I grounded out through clenched teeth. "I swear to the high lords, Berto, if you do not shut off the effing alarm, I will personally destroy it." In second thoughts I added, "And you, too."

The alarm, as if it knew I threaten it with bodily harm, beeped louder.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Jesus H. Christ!" I threw the pillow off the bed. I'm a fit of annoyance I launched myself out of bed. Or I tried to. My arm was wrapped around and tangled in something, pulling my halfway down. I glanced down to see two different types of tubes attached into my arm.

That's when I realized I wasn't in my flat with Berto. I wasn't in New York. I was in a medical room of some sort. Panic began to make my heart race. NO. NO. NO. I couldn't be. I ... I wouldn't become his pet again. The erratic tattoo of my heart was matching the annoying beeping sound.

THUD. THUD. THUD. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I looked around to the sterile white room for the annoying machine. I eyes found the heart monitor and something inside me snapped. I yanked the tubes from my arm and jumped off the bed. A wave of dizziness flowed over me, threatening to pull me into the safe comfort of the darkness. I fought hard to remain standing. I couldn't let him get his claws into me again.

I didn't know how I ended up back in the labs. The last things I remember were a pair of deep midnight blue eyes and a pair of boots running towards me. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was panicking; fear flowed through my body as if it was infused with my blood.

The heart monitor was still making sounds. Not the annoying monotone beep, beep, but a consistent, urgent note. After a second, it clicked that the monitor was no longer reading a heartbeat, so the machine was flat lining. I balled my head up into a fist and smashed the monitor. Satistified the machine didn't make any more noises, I searched the room for a door.

The door was a sliding glass door. I slowly walked towards it, wondering how I could force it opened, when the door slid open. I stilled, trying to subdue the fear. Since no one walked through the door, I decided to be brave and step out of the room. The hallway was clear. Not a guard in sight.

There was a nagging feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I knew I was forgetting something big, but I couldn't think right. I knew Peter would never allow my door to open by itself and the hallways be unguarded. But I also knew he loved to jerk my chain around. Or it could be one of his tests. I shuddered in revulsion. Peter's tests were sick and twisted and I never, ever wanted to be stuck inside one again.

I was focused on getting out of the lab and far away from Peter as possible. My hearing was notched to maximal strength. My eyes darted from left to right. Up and down. Front to back. I was walking on the balls of my feet, legs spread out in a defensive gesture. I was almost to the end of the hallway, when I heard the light tread of feet. I stilled, zoning my senses on the sound.

Anxiety grew stronger as the person grew closer. My throat was so tight I could barely gulp down the much needed oxygen. I held my breath as a tall stranger rounded the corner. When he picked his head up and spotted me, he came to a slow stop.