Left for Dead

Chapter 5

Left for Dead Chapter 5

GABE’S POV

“I killed four people.” I said into the mouthpiece and pressed the end call button.

I placed the phone back on the receiver and walked out of the kitchen.

I walked up the lonely stairwell for a possible last time. I pressed on the push bar to enter the second floor, where I resided.

When I opened the door, I looked to the bathroom. I was going to clean up and look presentable before the police. I took a quick shower, dried my hair with the towel, and changed out of my blood stained clothes.

I lay down on my bed and started to relax, forgetting all about the police, or paramedics or anything of the sort.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was asleep. The day caught up with me, and I was grateful to find sleep.

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I awoke to helicopter blades rumbling overhead. Who could that be at this hour? It was now 3:42 as said by my alarm clock, and the rotary blades were slowing, until it became so silent I could hear the snow hit the window.

I heard beating on the door on the top of the building, heading to the roof. I walked into the stairwell again, and made my way up to the top floor and opened the door rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand.

“Police! Put your hands up, and you’re under arrest!” one of the policemen yelled at me.

Shit. They knew it was me. I looked to the floor, and started playing with my thumbs. How did they know? God dammit, my hands were stained red, so they knew it was me.

“Put out your wrists, son.” Another police officer said to me.

I showed my wrists to them, not knowing what they meant.

One of the police officers pulled out a set of metal handcuffs, and attached them to my wrists.

“Follow me.” One officer said to me. I obeyed, and walked to the large helicopter they had.

The pilot started the helicopter, and turned on the blades, providing lift, and then we were off the roof, headed somewhere unbeknownst to me.

I started to drift off a few times, but the police officer across from me threatened to stun me if I didn’t stay awake.

I stayed awake for the rest of the flight, for fear of 10,000 volts going through my body at one time.

We started descending onto a helicopter pad at the police station.

When we touched down, the officer got out and opened my door, helping me out.

He guided me down to the main office building of the station.

“Wait here, son. I’ll try and get you into the Box as soon as possible.” He said to me. What the fuck was the Box?

He walked into the Sherriff’s office, had a quick conversation with him, and then left. He came back out, and told me to go somewhere with him.

I walked into the room he guided me into, and I could see why he called it the Box. It was all metal, and was in the shape of a fucking box.

He sat me down in the metal chair, and chained my wrist to the chair leg.

“Okay, let’s get started.” He said to me.

“Did you kill four people in Wolfe Hall, north side of the University of North Dakota?” the officer asked very nonchalantly.