Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Fifty: The Penguin sold you out!

Chapter Fifty: Penguin sold you out!

Dacey's POV:

I hear a faint beeping of a heart monitor machine echoing off the walls in small bounces. My head feels heavy and I just cant bring myself to lift it up. I try to feel around me but something prevents my arms and hands from moving. My eyes immediately snap open and I try to sit up but I groan when I cannot move at all. My eyes scan down and I see that I have been restrained using handcuffs attached to what looks like to be a hospital bed. I look around at the white walls and crisp surfaces and something in the back of my head snaps. 

I've been here before...

My head turns to the right when I hear a door unlocking and footsteps entering the room I am in. 

"Ah, Phoenix! I see you are awake at last," a vaguely familiar voice calls out. I look up and down to the owner of that voice and seen a very familiar tall man with brown eyes and brown hair. My teeth instantly grit and I find myself growling his name. 

"Wesker!" I snarl out pulling against the restraints trying to break them. 

"Okay, so I'm guessing by your pupils you aren't Phoenix then," he comments looking me in the eyes and nodding for a moment. 

"Hello, Dacey," he says happily waving to me. I growl at him and continue to fight the restraints. 

"What the hell am I doing here?" I snap looking him dead in the eye. He looks at his clipboard in his hands and points to a line on it and walks over to me showing me what it says. 

"You were admitted into here late last night after being shot with some thiopental," he informs me pointing to his signature and a few other pieces of medical information. 

"Then why am I handcuffed to the bed?" I ask him impatiently. He looks down at the handcuffs and gives them a light tug. 

"They seem to be working pretty damn well," he remarks as he continues to pull the cuffs. I scowl at him and frown. 

"Wesker, answer my question. Why am I handcuffed to the god damn bed?!" I shout at him. He quickly walks over to me and places his hand over my mouth silencing me for a moment, only muffles of noise can be heard. 

"Now, now, Dacey, don't shout," he whispers into my ear. I can feel his hot breath at my neck and it is only further infuriating me.

"Now, I am going to remove my hand and you better not make a noise or else I will have to sedate you, understand?" he asks. I roll my eyes and nod my head reluctantly. He moves his head away from my mouth and I lick my lips. 

"Why?" I question, my voice strong. Ricky looks at me for a moment and smiles thinking for a moment and before answering my question. 

"I've been told to protect you to the best of my authority by someone we both know," he informs me. I think for a moment and disgust fills out my entire body and anger slowly starts to control me. 

"Brendan," I spit out. Wesker nods his head and walks over to the heart monitor that is attached to me and records the readings. 

"It was quite a show you put on last night," he comments whilst continuing to write down information. 

"Why does Brendan want me protected?" I ask trying to change the subject. Ricky just ignores my question and continues to walk around the room. 

"All that pent up anger and destruction just for one man's death," Ricky continues to say. I feel my hands tighten into a fist and I start to get more and more aggravated by the minute.