The Evil is Within Me

Unwanted Freedom

-Why is it so cold? Damn it!- Opening my eyes, I looked at where Leslie was laying. He was gone. "Leslie?" I sat up, looking around the room. "Leslie!" I looked at the door, it was open. "W-what?!" Quickly putting on my coat, I dashed out of the cold cushioned room. -Where did he go? Who opened the door!- My heart was hammering against my chest, what if something had happened to him? I wouldn't be able to live with myself! Running to the double doors that lead outside to the lobby, I peered through the small window. The blood was still there, the bodies too, but Leslie wasn't in there. I tried to open the door, realizing I needed the key card to do so. "Fuck!" Turning around, I slipped in the pool of blood from before. The red thick and now cold liquid stuck to my skirt, smearing my legs with the iron scent. I could feel myself about to throw up, but I held it in, I needed to find Leslie. Slowly grabbing onto a wheel chair next to me, I pulled myself off the ground. -Where could that boy be?-

I headed back to the room, hoping that whoever opened the door didn't take the key card too. "Please be there, please." I reached the white room, finding the key card on the ground next to the door locker. "Thank god." I heard a sudden shuffle in the room, the sound of a small voice echoing in my ears. -Could that be..- "Leslie, is that you?" Walking back into the room, with the key card, I reached into the shadows. I touched some hair, then a face, a hand. "It's okay, I'm here." I pulled him up, holding him in my arms. "Thank goodness you're safe..." He trembled as I held him, soft whimpers of fear filling my ears. "Let's get out of here." He held onto my arm as I lead him toward the double locked doors. "Hopefully this still works." Reaching the lock, I slid the card, hearing a beep, followed by a hiss. -Yes!- I pushed the doors open as fast as I could, smelling the rush of iron and dead flesh. I covered my mouth, how revolting it was to cause all of this, let alone see it. Whoever did this, wasn't a patient here, they wouldn't have been able to do this if they were. I stepped around the bodies, avoiding the severed limbs and missing pieces of skin around them as well. The exit was as clear as day, a crack in the door showed that it wasn't locked. -We're free!- "Danger....danger.." I looked at Leslie, he was mumbling again, frightened by another source of darkness. -Is he back!?- I looked all around the lobby, flashing looks at corners, to chairs. Whoever this guy was, could be and probably is, still here. I walked a little forward, seeing if I could find a type of defense I could use for myself. Suddenly, my foot hit something, "Shit." I forgot about the bodies that were laying on the ground, now I just disturbed one. I didn't want to look down at the mangled corpse, but something told me I should. Slowly shutting my eyes, I looked down with my head, feeling the rush of fear fill my senses. "One, two, three!" I opened them, seeing not a corpse, but a detective. He was still just laying there, lifeless. -When did he get here?- I looked around to see if there was anyone else that was dressed like him on the ground, but with no luck, there was nothing. I knelt down and touched his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. "He's still alive!" I began to shake him, trying to wake him up. "Please get up! I need help please!" No response but some shallow breaths and quickened heart beats. "Damn it." I dragged him to Leslie, planning on getting him out of here as well as anyone else who was alive. I looked back to where he laid, there was a pair of glasses. "Those must be his." I grabbed them, placing them back onto his face and looking at his young features. Black slicked back hair, pale cream skin, sharp cheek bones, and even his build was attractive. -Stop getting distracted and find a weapon damn it!- I slapped my head a little, knocking my thoughts back into place.

"Maybe there's a weapon in the security room." I headed towards the cracked door that beckoned me. I could feel something coming from the dark room that was calling me to check, to see what was waiting. Slowly, I pushed the metal open, revealing the blinking screens of the halls and rooms. There was nothing playing or recording, just empty areas with no life. I looked in the cabinets, rummaging for anything to protect them with. "Nothing, fuck!" Turning, I saw two more bodies on the ground. Another detective and, "Dr. Jimenez!" I rushed to his side, seeing he was unconscious as well. "What's going on?" I turned to the other detective, seeing he was unconscious just the same. He was older than the other one, having messy dark brown hair and a slight shadow. He seemed about the same height as the other, with a thicker build. "How did they get here?"