Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 44 | A False Causality

Whether it be his cannibalistic nature or his lack of competency lately, Ryan didn't trust Kuza to help with the mass autopsy. The injured came first but that was easy. Even I know how to do basic stitches. Due to the supernatural element of the attack, Ryan made me clean out the cuts with holy water. I'm surprised that shit didn't burn me. The gloves I wore was probably the only thing preventing it from doing so.

Ryan's always rather empathetic with his test subjects. They are all criminals. These ones have seen shit they shouldn't have. So, they can't go back to a normal prison. Instead they'll remain in the hold until they die of old age or one of his experiments kills them. If they got out of line, though, then he got a little scary. Ryan isn't violent at all, until you give him a reason to be. There were a few times today that he would become forceful with an inmate. Each time I was not expecting it to happen.

When it came to the dead bodies, he really didn't trust me with it either. I got downgraded to just an assistant. It's better than nothing. Poor Kuza was bored out of his mind. Ryan did let him wonder around the lab a little more but he stayed close to me. He'd stand behind me and watch intently. I couldn't tell if he was intrigued, hungry, or possibly scared. It easily could be the third option after how he's been lately.

"Do the families want these bodies back?" I asked as I looked around at the sea of tables.

"A few, but they're not getting them. These bodies have to be burned. It's the only way to get rid of the dark matter inside of them." He replied.

"I thought burning evil makes it stronger." I said.

He set his scalpel down on the tray I was holding for him, replying, "Fire makes Satanic spirits stronger. This is a different kind of evil."

"Do we have to talk about this?" Kuza murmured.

I was quick to reassure him, "No, Baby. We don't. We won't anymore."

"Thank you." He responded with his head still down.

Despite Ricky and I being together again, it still killed me to watch Mike go through this. He was so depressed and easily triggered. I wanted to be there for him. Luckily, Ricky was very understanding of that. Especially after he saw those x-rays last night. For Kuza's sake, we have to put our own needs on the back burner for now.

"Go boil these." Ryan spoke as he dropped another tool on the tray, "Stove is against the left wall."

That's real specific, Ry. He does realize how huge this place is? It wasn't as big as one of the hangers but it was close. There was different levels and plenty of secret rooms. It honestly looked like something out of Frankenstein. Even that stove seemed fucking ancient. My grandma would call it old. It worked for boiling water though.

"Have you ever actually cooked anything in here?" I asked as I looked inside.

"Yeah. I wouldn't suggest making food in there." He replied.

"I'm... Not going to ask." I responded, walking back down the steps to him. My eyes scanned over the several bodies covered with sheets. He moved on to the next one, pulling back the sheet. "Sometimes I swear I see them move." I admitted.

"You might have. You'd be amazed how long the nerves will still react after the body is dead..." Ryan panned out the end of his sentence, narrowing his eyes. I didn't take it that seriously though. He's done that several times today. It's just his wandering mind.

"He was so young-" I began to speak, getting cut off by a very sharp 'shhh'.

I shut up and watched Ryan curiously. Sometimes it was like watching a creature not of this world. With his alien obsession, it does make me wonder some days. The body on the table between us must've been only nineteen or twenty. He was probably the youngest in this room. Ryan delicately set his hand on the boy's chest, keeping as still as he could. After a moment, he rushed over to one of the shelves as quickly as he could.