A Rude Awakening
Act I
As the ship's doors cascaded open I saw two faces that were rather familiar. It was my father and Amy. As I realized who the figures were every shred of memory of the last few days were ripped away from me. Suddenly I was in a small, gray room. Complete with a cot and small toilet. Just how I'd woken up on the ship.
Act II
Standing outside of patient 3918Cs’ cell were Mr. Eaton and Amy, Alexander’s handler.
“How is he?” Mr. Eaton asked Amy.
“After the breakout the other night I would say that he is not going in the right direction, perhaps it’s time we try a lobotomy,” Amy inquired. Alex paced his cell and spoke to himself about how to escape the Crota. As the glanced at him, he rushed to the glass separating them.
“Dad,” Alex exclaimed, “you have to get me out of here.” Mr. Eaton glanced at Amy.
“Is there any way I can take him out?”
“According to the court order if I sign off on him he can go.” Amy reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen and began to sign the paper on a clipboard releasing Alex from the institution. The door opened and Alex was put on a sedative in order to keep him calm. As they pulled into the driveway of Mr. Eaton’s house Alex looked up and said “Excellent, now we can stop them together,” and inserted a plastic, prison-made shiv into the side of Eaton’s neck.
Act III
“Now I can stop them, the Crota, will cease to exist,” Alex said to himself. Reality and hysteria were one now, anyone who crossed his path will be slain, nothing can stand between him and his mission of defeating the Crota, he'd just need to be more careful. He saw no friend nor foe, no ally nor enemy.
Act IV
Alex exited the van and entered his former New York home. His room looked the same as it had almost four years ago. As he examined the house something seemed out of place, it didn’t take long for him to figure it out, every picture of him had been removed from the rest of the house. Even his room had been locked. “They were ashamed of me,” he thought. Rage filled his body and it was quickly released. As he drove his fist through the wall he felt no pain. Pain was optional he thought, so why should he feel it if it’s his choice. In fact he hadn’t felt pain in a long time, not since he’d been at the institution. They break you, beat it out of you, crumble you down with no intent of building you back up.
Act V
“I am order,” I said to myself. Humanity is doomed without me, I must correct our wrongs. The hospital, that’s where it all started, so thus that is where my reckoning shall begin. The best way to put out a fire is to set off a bigger one right next to it, it sucks away all the oxygen, snuffs the flame.
Act VI
It was just another Sunday, it was a bit rainy that morning, not a strange occurrence in March. I sat at my desk giving the nurses their reports, taking phone call for doctors, then there was him.
“Good morning miss,” he greeted me,
“Good morning,” I responded.
“Could you direct me to the nursery my nephew was just born a few hours ago I’d like to see the little guy,”
“Certainly,” I told him, “it’s up two floors then take a right and it’s at the end of the hall.”
“Splendid,” he said, “have a great day.”
He said something else too after that, but I didn’t catch it. I had worked the graveyard shift so about ten minutes later I was leaving for home. Not long after I was home, I was in bed fast asleep. I woke up around 8 o’clock, just in time for the evening news.
“ENTIRE NURSERY OF CHILDREN FOUND DEAD BY JANITOR” was the headline.
“Oh my god,” escaped my mouth. It couldn’t have been him, there’s no way it was him.
“The apparent cause of death was asphyxiation by strangulation.”
There were forty newborns in their. Forty lives cut short, forty children gone in the blink of an eye because of this monster. They showed a police sketch of the suspect, it was him, the man I saw at the front desk that morning.
Suddenly I felt hands around my throat. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I managed to get out “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Just tying up loose ends.”
His voice was the last thing that unlucky receptionist ever heard, unfortunately for the rest of the world he was only getting started…
