Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Five

A/N: The setting of this chapter is like the underground bunker from 10 Cloverfield Lane (if you've seen it). I've seen the second one, but not the first one and I wanted to see it.

-----

The fading green wallpaper of the room welcomed my sight when I woke up. First, this is not my room. Second, where the hell am I? No windows, just a room built with walls and a door.

Sealed door.

The only thing in this bunker is me, in my underwear and a mattress. Aside from those, I have an IV. Whatever is inside this, it is making me sick. I pull it away as it reveals a three to four-inched needle, blood stained.

Gross.

Despite of my killer headache, I am trying to buck off this stupid piece of garbage that restrains me from bending my right leg. And guess what? Just to make sure I wouldn't run, he attached a cuff on it as it is restrained on a metal pipe.

Great. Genius.

From the corner of the room, I could recognize the pair of PJs that I worn last night.

And top of it...is my communicator.

I pulled down the stand where the IV rests. I guess this is enough to reach my stuff on the damn corner of this room. I stretched out a little from the bed and clawed the communicator.

Hope bloomed on my chest as I took in my grasp and tried to operate it.

Damn it.

No signal.

"This place is really far from the city, that's the reason why." A voice said from the corner.

I clench my teeth as this maniac smiles sweetly at me as if he hasn't done anything. I should have listened to my senses.

He is not a noobie doctor, unlike what Pete believes.

Looking at the little thing in my grasp, a smirk plastered on his face as he drags a chair, placing it next to the mattress. "You only have 10% chance of escaping." He murmured.

"You sick bastard!" I hiss, about to throw the communicator to him. I miss as electric shocks my body, sending me down on the mattress.

He brushes my hair and tucks a portion of it behind my ear. "Poor Y/N. If you try to do that, I'm going to kill you with this." He said, then kissed my forehead and I heard him sniff. "You understand?"

I nod at him, agreeing so he won't do it again.

"Good girl." He brushes my hair again. "Do you have any idea on how you've gotten here?"

"I don't know." I replied. He chuckles then brushes my hair again.

"I know how your colleagues wanted you to believe that I am innocent." He started, threatening and scaring me. "It's really funny that they did believe my stupid stunts, like slipping on the corridors and disturbing everyone. But you were different, that's why you caught my attention." He added. "I have a fetish for ladies like you."

"Why do you kill people?" I ask, my voice hoarse from my nervousness.

"Let's not take that path. We've just met, baby." He stills on his seat, picking up the stuff I've thrown him. He scrutinizes it in midair and looks at me. "You see this?"

Out of a sudden, a loud thud was heard as his heavy stomps broke the thing into pieces.

"No!" All I wanted to do is to shout at him, for what he has done, but I can't. Then, I have another assumption.

He's drugging me and still, whatever substance he has injected in me, is still in my system.

"10% rate of chances, Insepctor Y/N." He picked up the IV's end, wiped the needle and grabbed my arm.

"What are you going to do?" The panic in my voice audible.

"Sending you back to sleep," he pushed the needle where it was before I woke up and increased the pressure of the IV's flow.

He pulled a chair, and as he blinked at me his eyes went back to its normal color. "You know, you trust people easily. A lot." He scratches his chin. "When we went out for lunch, everything went accordingly to my plan. I slipped something in your drink to make you feel sick. However, you were strong...you even tried to run away, but you didn't...and ended right here. In my grasp."

I watch him as he fished something from the back pockets of his jeans. He produces a sterilized syringe and a vial.

"Full dosage for my stressed and depressed patient," he murmurs. I pry my arm away, keeping it with me. As it seemed that he has too much energy than I have, he exerted force as he took my arm where the IV is. "This wouldn't hurt you, my dearest inspector."

I couldn't do anything as he injects something in me happily. It's like he's used on doing this for years. Whatever is in that vial immediately took its' effect to my system.

Right now, I am unsure of something.

Unsure if I would be able to wake up for another day or become one of his masterpieces...

As it affected me badly, he smiled at me, brushed my hair and hushed.

"Don't fight it." He murmured in my ear. Truth is, the more I fight the drug in my system, the more it tries to detonate me.

He kissed my forehead for the nth time and shut my eyelids close...