MidKnight: The Asylum [FINISHED]

Chapter 13: Attackers

Harold woke up, groggy and disoriented. He felt so incredibly exhausted and woozy. His stomach rumbling, it was a mess inside, ready to explode at any random second. It seemed like he would have throw his head forward and hurl everywhere, he felt so sick.
    He tried to sit up from his laying position, he needed some water to clear his dry his throat, it was extremely sore and parched, almost dehydrated. No such luck, though, he was strapped down with leathers. He came to a horrible realization at that moment, he searched the room he was in, attempting his hardest to recall what had happened before he had gone to sleep. He was down in the laboratory where the experiments happened with the test subjects, he was here again. He knew what that meant, but he wished so hard that that wasn't the case. He knew that that was, in fact, the case, as much as it hurt. And with that revelation in-mind, he started to remember what went on before he got here, and he knew that this meant he'd lost. The Warden was dead, Dr. Walker and Dr. Owens had won, and Harold was absolutely hopeless. He was a prisoner again.
    He, then, heard footsteps making their way to the room, booming, echoing. They reached closer to the lab from a long hallway, a never-ending click-clacking noise. Dr. Walker entered the room and stood over Harold who was strapped down to the steel table.
He was still in his scrubs he'd gotten from the first day here, the ones he'd been wearing the whole time. They were ragged, wrinkled beyond belief, even rips took spots across the pant legs of his scrubs.
    "Hello, Mr. Marcus. How are we today?" he asked, acting like he hadn't ruined his plan of getting out of this hellhole by killing his only remaining ally and knocking him out to experiment on him some more.
    "Screw you."
"No room for pleasantries? Very well." he said with a smirk.
"What happened after you jabbed that needle in my neck?" Harold asked.
"Ah, well, let's see here.That was 2 days ago, right?"
"2 days?"
"I believe so. Well, I injected you, poor Dr. Owens reached for her gun across the Warden's office floor and the guards shot her. I threw the needle at the guard who fired, stabbing him in the throat and managed to evade the other one's bullets and get hold of a gun and end him."
"And then what?" Harold hated where this was going, he imagined what the case was, he didn't want to accept it, though.
"Then, I dragged you to the elevator, brought you down here and told the rest of the faculty that you held me and Owens captive after killing the Warden in his office, then the guards came in and you killed the both of them. Told them you were distracted so I took you down and killed you. Congratulations, Mr. Marcus, you killed the Warden." Walker grinned like a madman. Or, a more fitting term, a mad scientist. Harold wondered how he hadn't managed to get himself a cell in this place, he was clearly a lunatic.
    Then, through the vents, multiple gunshots could be heard on a higher floor. You could hear screams, yelling, cries of pain and fear, electronic buzzing nonstop, more gunshots. You could actually hear chaos up stairs.
    "No, no, no, no. She was right." Dr. Walker said, walking away from the table and over to the doorway to look out at each direction of the hallway. If Dr. Walker was scared, Harold felt comforted and safe.
"Who was right? And about what?"
Walker came back over to the table, hovering over him again. He began to remove his surgical mask and gloves. "Dr. Owens warned me that if we killed the Warden his family wouldn't be happy." He wasn't making much sense, not yet.
"So, it's his family causing chaos upstairs? I know these are relatives of his but come on."
"You don't understand, Mr. Marcus."
"Then explain it to me."
"The Warden's brother, Richard Teck, and his wife, Darla Teck, have disapproved of his work here ever since the first time they came here. Now, they know the place inside in out. He only ever went home every other month, his family didn't appreciate that. If someone dies in here, we are obligated to report it to the family. Now, if that's them up there, they're going to kill everybody inside these walls."
"Maybe you shouldn't have killed him, then. I don't know about you, but I'm willing to die, I've been longing for it not long after I got here. I dreamt about it, prayed for it. Maybe they've finally been answered."
"No, Mr. Marcus, you still don't understand. I told everyone you killed him, the name of the killer usually wouldn't be given to the families over the phone call, but this was the Warden. The people at the front desk would've told his wife your name, she'll be wanting to find you most. She'll kill us all instantly, but her and Richard are going to do much more than kill you."
    They both sat in silence for a moment until Walker grabbed a bag off of the floor and walked backwards toward the doorway. "And you'll be right here for their wrath when they get here."
"No, Walker! Do not do this!" Harold screamed at him, pulling at the leathers and trying to escape. The scientist left the lab and ran down the hall towards the elevator. Harold wasn't about to be tortured anymore, he wasn't going to stay here. He continued angrily pulling at the leathers around his wrists and ankles until the elevator button sounded and he heard Dr. Walker speaking in a shaky voice.
"M-M-Miss Jeanette, I-I-I--"
"It's Doctor. Where is he?"
"Who are you talking--" He stopped speaking when a gunshot went off and the sound of a body hit the ground. Did Danielle really come here and kill Dr. Walker? He heard echoing clacking of the therapist's high heels. She entered the room and saw him strapped down to the table and rushed over to his side, unstrapping the leathers to free him.
    "I'm so sorry I stopped making contact with you. I thought it would be best if we stopped talking so they couldn't use anymore of what I say against you, to hurt you." She blurted out at supersonic speed. He rested a hand on her shoulder, nodding to reassure her. "It's fine, let's go."
"Right." she said, helping him down off of the table.
"Is that really what's going on up there?"
"The Warden's family?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, it is. So we have to hurry and escape." Danielle said, helping him towards the doorway.
"What did you do to Walker? You didn't--"
"No, he's not dead, I shot the wall to shut him up. When he did, I knocked him out. Turns out, I have a hell of a right hook."
Harold nodded and they continued to walk to the elevator, past Dr. Walker's body. He didn't think twice about leaving him, he wanted to be better, he decided to let the Warden's family determine what happened to him.
    They made it to the elevator and waited as the dimly-lit box slowly moved to the floor above them. She held a glock 9 under her sleeve and Harold wasn't even sure he wanted to know where she'd gotten it from.
    Harold realized something while they waited, something was missing, it was far too quiet. His personalities were shut up, they seemed non-existent, it was nice.
    "My personalities--the voices, they're silent." He told Danielle. "How long? I mean--when was the last time you heard them?"
"2 days ago, I think. The last time I was conscious and it was right after the Warden had died."
"Probably the meds they have you on." she told him.
"Yeah but when I heard them, Walker's serums went into effect, I was running around the room at around 100-150 miles per hour. I think the tests didn't just speed my legs up, by everything inside me, flushing all the meds out to keep the voices silent, that's why they were talking--at least, I think. Why would any drugs be working now?"
"Can you run around that fast, right now?"
"Probably not, I had this feeling in me after I ran around and took Walker down, a ton of butterflies in my stomach. As soon as he jabbed a needle in my neck, that was gone, it still is."
"He probably had a serum down in the lab that could reverse the effects of that serum that gave you the speed."
    They finally reached the floor of the cellblock and Danielle readied her gun. She looked over at him and realized Harold had nothing to protect himself with. She dug around in her different pockets looking for something to give him, the elevator doors had opened up at this point and Harold could see all the horrors going on.
    She finally just gave up and decided to give him the gun, instead and held his hand. They looked each other in the eyes for 2-3 seconds and exited the elevator. They stepped out to see the patients all out of their cells running around. Psychopaths screaming, arsonists laughing, serial killers hollering, every single one pushing the other patients around. There was no sign of any security guards.
    "Hey!" someone shouted loudly from the crowd, pushing through. "That's the guy! That's Harold Marcus, the guy Darla told us to bring her!" Everybody looked over to where the man had pointed, straight at Harold and Danielle. They all charged and Harold pulled on Danielle's arm, they sprinted down a nearby hallway. Harold pushed Danielle ahead of him and shot back at the crowd that was after them.
    "Are there any exits anywhere?" Harold shouted to her.
"Yeah down by the doctors' quarters, there's one past all of the rooms. It takes a key from a doctor to open it, though." she replied.
"Do you have a key to that door?"
"Yes, luckily." she said, showing him the key after digging it out of her coat's pocket.
He nodded, still shooting back at them. "Okay, I'm going to need you to speed ahead and unlock that door so it's ready for both of us to run out and close before they can get out. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright, go!" He commanded, and she pushed herself and ran ahead, disappearing around a faraway corner down the hall.