Alone

Chapter 3

"Do you think he's going to be alright?"

The woman sighed and turned to face the Celesse.

"Cel, I don't know. I feel like there's something wrong. Something just doesn't feel right."

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Nathair edged back. He saw the doctor pick up a knife from one of the trays of tools.

Why is there a freaking knife?

The doctor's creepy grin widened, and got closer with each step he took.

Almost instantly, he lashed out the knife and sliced his face clean across. His face looked even more gruesome then. Blood was dripping everywhere. He laid the cold blade onto his own throat. It cut deeper into his skin, causing the blood to ooze out. The doctor cackled and looked at Nathair psychotically. His head was cocked to once side, and he appeared more like one of those horror movie zombies. The white cloak he was wearing, was covered in red. He glided towards Nathair, and he leaned in, so close, that their noses were almost touching. The young boy moved back, only to find that he was cornered, yet again. The stench was horrible. It smelt of iron. Nathair felt dizzy, and was about to faint. Then he realized what he was doing, and tried to recover himself.

The doctor, now more like a zombie, raised his arm. The red liquid was already starting to form into stains. He brought his arm down, but the boy dodged it quickly.

Nathair, not knowing what to do next, ducked under the doctor and attempted to head for the door. However, the many tubes that kept him on life support during his coma tugged at him. He tripped and got tangled in the confusing tubes. The doctor lunged at him. Without hesitating, Nathair pulled away from the tubes, roaring and screaming like a hulk. The tubes broke free and headed towards the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. He sprinted down one hallway, with no idea where he was going. He just ran.

Phew. That was too close. Just too close.

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There was a long, horrifying scream coming down from one corridor.

Shocked, Celesse turned to the woman.

She struggled to form the correct words.

"Wha-wha-what w-w-as that?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "Celly, dear, I don't know. But we need to go and find out."

She turned towards one direction and beckoned Celesse to follow her. They turned down to one hallway to the right, then left, left again, right, left, left... and they twisted and turned so many times that Celesse lost count.

The woman stopped abruptly in her tracks. She put her hand out to stop Celesse from stumbling over. Celesse, confused, opened her mouth to speak. The woman clamped Celesse's mouth shut and raised a finger to her lips, telling her to be quiet. Then, she pointed to the floor.

Celesse's eyes widened in shock. She stood there, and stared at the body on the floor only a few feet away. It was covered in red. It had a long cut across its face and neck. It lay still but it was breathing heavily.

The first thing that came to Celesse's mind was I need to get away. Far far away.

But another thought hit her. This body looks familiar...

Who is it?

The woman slowly removed her hand from her mouth.

"It's the doctor."

Of course, easy enough for her to state the obvious, but that's not the right person I'm thinking of. I remember him as someone else...

C'mon Celly. You know who this is. You've seen him before.

Then, she made a loud gasp.

The fire... no... it cant be! It was a long time ago...

It struck her.

"Um... I need to tell you something," she whispered.

God, it's funny how I don't know what to call her yet.

"Celesse, what's wrong?"

"This... this is the same man... that m- "

She stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move.

The body moved.

"Run."