MidKnight: The Asylum [FINISHED]

Chapter 14: Exit Route

He fired the rest of his ammo inside the gun, taking down a small few of the patients in the crowd. They fell, gripping their sides, legs, shoulders, wherever Harold had hit, and collapsed in front of the rest of the horde, causing them to trip over the wounded and stumble and collapse on each other. This gave Harold some time, he tossed the glock behind him and pushed himself as hard as he could, running fast before they could all get back to their feet. He turned the corner and noticed just how long he'd have to remain running at this speed, the last hallway was large, extremely large. Harold was unable to estimate a certain length, he couldn't think straight, he just knew he had to run like hell.
He looked up, down at the end of the hall he could see Danielle with the exit door held open. He continued to push himself, sweat drenching his clothes completely. He could feel the stickiness all over his body, his thighs ached slightly and his hair was getting damp. He usually didn't get this tired when running, considering he'd chased a shit load of criminals before he came here, was this another one of the side effects from Walkers' serums?
Harold was now halfway there, becoming tremendously tired and felt more pressured. He took a quick glance behind him to see if any of them had caught up to him by now-- not yet, luckily.
It seemed like he'd been running for ages when he finally reached the door and Danielle. Just then, he looked behind him to see Travis Alexander and 3 other patients growing close.
"Come on," Danielle said, taking Harold by the hand and leading him out the door. "We're almost out of here." Travis and the 3 were almost to the door, they all had such remarkable speed. Once Danielle and Harold were both outside the door, Danielle went to close it behind them. As it was almost completely shut, one of them slammed into the door from the inside. The door was still open a small crack, Harold and Danielle pushing on one side, Travis and his guys pushing on the other. Eventually, Harold and Danielle realized they couldn't keep it closed, they were strained and gave up. The door flew open wide and the 4 spilled out, dogpiling on the ground. Harold moved past the pile and slammed the door shut.
He looked around the courtyard outside, one of the fences had been knocked down completely and one of the basketball courts was filled with a mob of patients and security guards fighting and killing one another. Faraway patients could be seen making an escape by maneuvering through the knocked down fences and making it past the perimeter, apparently something had happened to the men posted at the watchtowers.
While he was staring out at everything in awe, Travis had gotten up from the pile and he swung at Harold, knocking him to the ground, bruising his face. Harold held his right cheek with one hand and scrambled to his feet.
"Here we go, I finally get to kill the doctor who screwed me over! And you--Mr. Marcus, is it? You're next, I'm going to enjoy taking you down. But, first things first." Travis claimed, pulling a pocket knife out of his scrubs pocket and approaching Danielle. Harold scrambled to his feet and tackled Travis, causing the angry patients head to slam into the enormous stone door. Harold got off of him to see Travis was knocked out, probably got a concussion, too. The group of patients that Travis had ran after the 2 with were gone, Harold assumed they'd taken their opportunity to escape while it was still there.
Harold and Danielle embraced each other for a moment and, soon enough, they let go and began their escape. Harold snatched Travis' pocket knife and Danielle led him through the courtyard, over the destroyed fences.
Harold looked up at the sun, it was so much brighter than he remembered it ever being, blinding. It was beautiful, nonetheless, he liked it. It felt like the first time he'd ever seen it, he knew he's seen the sun before, but that was a long time ago.
They'd made it past the screwed up fences and were in the grassy area of the prison yard--that's what it looked and seemed like-- at this point. Harold looked around and noticed everything going on, really noticed this time. They were escaping a war zone, a fierce battle between security guards and maniacs while everything was all falling down. Harold's job was to help people, he couldn't do that here, not after everything that happened in this place. He didn't want to save any of them even if he could. They killed his best friend who gave him hope, locked him up, experimented on him, lied to him, and, most importantly, they broke him.
MidKnight was supposed to be a figure of extreme intelligence, a man in a hood who can take on harsh enemies and dilemmas and do the right thing. Right now, and ever since he got here, he hasn't been any of those things. This place made him vulnerable, they exhausted him, they made him lose it, that isn't supposed to happen to MidKnight. Felix and Maroon were right before, he was MidKnight, not as long as he's in that asylum.
Danielle and Harold turned back to where Travis had been knocked out and saw a security guard dragging him back inside by grabbing his wrists. The patient and the doctor continued hurrying to the final gate, they'd soon be free.
But then, they heard a gunshot while they rushed to the fences. It came from behind them, where the guard and Travis had been. The door flew open and Travis pushed the guard's dead body out the doorway and let himself back outside. Travis eyed the 2 making an escape, they all stared at one another for a moment, everything seemed like it was going in slow motion.
Travis aimed the gun at them, that's when they started to run. They turned and risked everything to get past that fence. Travis didn't fire, he was taking his time, he had no idea how many bullets were in the guard's gun that he'd stolen and he didn't have the time to check.
Harold allowed Danielle to run ahead of him to maneuver through the fences laying on the ground. He looked back to see Travis still aiming, but he couldn't tell which one of them he was aiming at. Travis began to march forward to get closer to them. Danielle had gotten through the fences and was on the other side of the gate. Then, Harold started to take his turn to step all over the fence to get past outside the walls of the asylum. He did it as fast as he could, Travis was barely speed walking but he was still close enough to take a shot at one of them. Then, a gunshot sounded and everything stopped. Harold couldn't hear the noises and grunts of patients fighting, he couldn't hear anymore screaming-- nothing. He looked down at his body, everything was unharmed. But then, he realized what that meant, he turned back behind him at Danielle who looked to be frozen where she stood. They both looked down at her lower stomach which had a small red circle on it, that circle was growing. Danielle grabbed the spot, which, in turn, stained her hand with the red. She fell back, eyes rolling back in her head and landed on her back in the huge body of grass outside the asylum.
"No! Danielle!" Harold screamed, he ran over the rest of the fallen fence piece and rushed to Danielle's side. Her eyes were already closed and her blood was spreading like crazy already. Harold checked the pulse are her neck, already fading. "Danielle, stay with me! Come on, wake up! Please!" he cried out, trying to save her. He glanced back at Travis who just stood there, no longer aiming, only grinning. Harold felt intense butterflies in his stomach, he stared Travis down and Travis stared right back. Harold got to his feet and ran, the fighting back by the asylum doors between patients and guards stopped, they froze. Harold maneuvered over the fence quickly with no issues this time. He looked over at Travis who was still grinning at Danielle dying.
Come on, Jeremiah! Git 'em!
Oh, this dude's about to get it, isn't he?
Yes, sir. Yessir!
He is screwed, haha! Go get him, Jerr!
If he was hearing Felix and Maroon, he really did get his speed back just now. Was it because of the major adrenaline within him that Travis had triggered? Harold didn't care, he was just going to end him.
He charged at Travis at the 100-200 mph like he did with Owens and Walker. He amped it up to about 300 mph and tackled him, while Travis was still frozen and flying back from the shove, Harold punched him in the stomach with all his force and finished with a "Dwi Huryo Chagi"-- a Spinning Hook Kick. The slow motion, then, stopped and Travis flew back about 20 feet, screaming for his life.
Harold sped up to him and stood over Travis' broken body. He could tell Travis was in major pain, his face was so intensely red that it looked like he'd explode. He stole his gun with his speed so that Travis wouldn't try and resist. Harold pointed the gun at Travis' face, which terrified him even more. Harold moved the gun down and aimed it at Travis' knee, firing and made his knee burst with blood like a volcano erupting. Travis screamed in agony, holding his leg close to him. It was such a disturbing cry of despair, it was scary. That was good, Harold removed the pocket knife he snatched from Travis earlier and stabbed him 5-10 times in each side of his stomach with his speed so he'd be in major pain, bleeding out before even suspecting anything. He stabbed in 2 or 3 times in each leg, which started to bleed out, as well. Harold could tell that Travis was suffering extremely--he liked that. He shot him in the shoulder once and realized the gun was out of ammunition. He threw the gun at Travis' face, bruising his nose and placed the pocket knife back into his scrubs pants pocket. Travis was close to blacking out, making that realization made Harold stop torturing him, he didn't want him to pass out and not feel the pain, he wanted him to suffer. He sped back over to Danielle, still bleeding out. He placed to fingers on her neck, moving it around till he felt the pulse. The pulse was barely existent and, soon enough, it just faded-- disappeared. Harold sat back, leaning against the fence, burying his face in his hands. "No, no, no." he cried to himself. He cried and cried, hot tears stinging his eyes and blinding him. He wiped the tears from his eyes and face with his bloody hands. He took so much time torturing Travis that she had already bled out completely and died. The blood was actually on his hands...