Heart of A Serial Killer (Larry)

Chapter 7: Not As Planned

As soon as the switch was flicked, it came apparent that there actually was an alarm system.

Harry fell back from his crouching position, and made quick purpose to stare up at the ceiling in surprise; completely frozen in place from the loud, obnoxious piercing of noise echoing around the white room. Goddammit, he thought, cursing himself for not thinking this stupid thing through enough. Of course something was bound to go wrong.

Then again, it could have just been the idiots below.

Grabbing the edge of the metal bed, he pulled himself up from his slightly painful position and was a tad more surprised when he saw that Louis' had not awoken despite the current commotion that Harry may have caused. He thought about his options, since there only was two it was easier; either make quick work of his abduction and run the risk of being seen by nosey nurses and receptionists or jump out the window, shut the fuck up and hide.

As soon he heard the footsteps running up the wide hallway, through the small breaks in the peircing alarm, he knew his option had been chosen for him. Sighing melodratically, he reached forward and lightly kissed Louis on the forehead; his rough, thick lips applying gentle pressure.

"I'll be coming back for you, my Queen." He whispered against the soft, tan skin as soon as the hospital room's door was shoved open.

He looked up through his fringe and saw it was only a single, male nurse. And having the chance to take his anger out on some unsuspecting asshole who ruined his plan; he reached into his back pocket subtlely, and held Matilda in his tight grasp.

"Excuse me sir, what are you doing ? Who are you ? We don't remember letting you be in here."

The male nurse took a few steps closer to Harry, in hopes to turn the tall boy around and quietly guide him out of the room before finding out what happened. Harry had different plans. As soon as he saw the nurse was definitely alone, and once he was in close range; Harry pulled Matilda fully out of his pocket and flipped her blade open. He closed the distance between the nurse and himself; grabbing the blonde man's hair and pulling it back before pushing the blade to his throat and slicing open the skin at his neck. The blood spurt from the wound and landed in bright red splats over the white walls; beads of red lines streaking down as the blood fell towards the floor.

He let the nurse's body hit the floor, he paid no mind to it as he stared at the open hospital door; the sound of pounding footsteps echoing through the silent hallway, no doubt coming into this room. Harry didn't have any time to clean up the body, but he'll be fine. There was plenty of germs from other hands on the doors and he only really grabbed the mans hair. Besides, doctors were stupid when it came to fully fledged murders in their hospital.

Irony.

He brought himself back and made quick work; turning around rapidly, before bolting to the open window doors and leaping from the seventh story of big hospital.

The falling sensation he felt as he plummeted to the ground below was better then words. The wind whipping wildly through his hair at unknown speeds; causing the brown locks to move along with it. The feeling of freedom taking a full course through his body; completely removing that aching, painful feeling that had taken over his heart, mind and soul when his sister died that night, seven years ago. If actually felt good to be falling, and knowing that you'll hit something at the end. Sometimes people don't know how much they want something until it's being done.

For Harry, though, his thoughts and feelings were put on halt, when a small thump sounded as soon as he crash landed into an open garbage calgary; the smells of rotten food and urine filling his senses as he fell deep enough into the dumpster to have unwanted rubbish flowing out under his weight and caving over him. He was covered entirely in subtances and debris; but not daring to move due to his common sense that the nurses and doctors that ran into the room must've been looking out over the balcony and into the street below. They would know - unless they just happened to be that stupid - that Harry, or whoever they thought was the intruder, would've ended up in the dumpster from their fall; so they were no doubt going to come and look for him once they had that faint but heard continuous beeping under control. Harry was actually quite astounded at how loud it happened to be.