Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter thirty seven

Harry

The first thing Dr. Winchester had told me to do was cut my hair. Not all of it, but just so that it was shorter and not the long locks I had now. This was so that when he was going to take me to violet, the guards wouldn't notice that it was me from a distance. My hair was kind of my trademark, so I got that. He helped me with it, and it actually didn't turn out too bad.

The second thing was to change my clothes. I had been given a white and blue striped hospital clothing, which was the colour my department was wearing. He had told me that all of the different departments had different colours on their clothing. So, he had gotten me a yellow one, which was the colour that Violet's department had. For the guards to believe that I belonged in that department, I obviously needed their clothing.

The last thing he gave me was a fake ID. He had found it amongs the pile of IDs of patients that were no longer there. It was a guy named Park Sinclaire, and to be quite frank, he did really look a lot like me with short hair. Although this one had vivid freckles across his nose, so Dean had made natural freckles on my nose with a marker. I was going to have to wear this disguise for a while, so I might as well make it permanent.

We were sitting in my cell, me in my new clothes, hair and identity, discussing how everything was going to go down. Naturally I knew a bit about this stuff too, considering my job. So he let me participate in the planning. We ended up with this: My name was Park Sinclaire, I was 25 year old and had been treated here as a patient for 5 years. Apparently Park Sinclaire had been a part of a resistance movement against Global Makers, and after they had captured him they locked him up, claiming he was "insane".

Dr. Winchester put me in my straitjacket, which they had to when transferring patients. I felt awfully uncomfortable and stressed, not being able to move my hands, but I knew it would be worth it.

"Just one last step," he said, and opened the door. "Follow me. Remember, do not say a word if anyone walks past us. I'll do the talking. Got it?"

I nodded and took a deep breath. Then we went out the door. He threw glances down both hallways, before walking to the right. I was walking next to him, and he was grabbing my arm rather harshly. I jerked his side and groaned. He looked at me with a surprised look, before his face fell. Muttering an apologize, he loosened his grip. We turned a corner and walked down another hallway, and an elevator showed in front of us. Dr. Winchester pressed the button, and we waited. It was quiet in these halls. It felt isolated. Isolated from everything and everyone. I wondered if I was all alone in this building. If I was the only patient here. They did use me for those experiments, but I assumed they did that with the other patients as well. Didn't they?

The elevator opened, and two guys stepped out, greeting Dr. Winchester as they went past him. One of them glanced at me, for so long that I started to worry, but finally he turned his head and walked away. The doctor and I stepped into the elevator, and we went down. There was a tension between us, and I could feel his evident stress in the air, as well as my own. This mission was full of risks, and we both put ourselves in danger.

But there was something I couldn't understand; why was Dr. Winchester doing this? What was in it for him? He risked his life just so thay he could help us. I had started losing faith in mankind a long time ago. People weren't kindhearted anymore, they always did things because there was something in it for them. There was no way the doctor was doing this all out of kindness. No, there had to be a reason behind.

It took about 1 minute for us to get down. Before we were all the way down, the doctor had told me one concerning thing.

"Just a heads up; it won't be as quiet as up there."

At first, I didn't think much of it. I simply thought he meant that there would be more doctors walking around, and just more things happening. That was not what met me as the elevator doors opened.

The first things I heard was screaming. Crying. Loud screeches. The sounds were quite faint, seeing as they came from behind locked doors, but it was still a lot more noise than it was at the floor I was staying. We walked through the hallways, and Dr. Winchester seemed even more tense than I. It was understandable, considering there were doctors walking past us every minute that went.

We had been walking for about 3 minutes when the doctor stopped, and turned to me. «Listen, I need to put you in a room with another patient for just a little while. I need to get the key to Violet's room, and I can't drag you along with me.»

I nodded, and he went to the door next to us, unlocked it and let me in. A bright light blinded my eyes for a second, and I heard the door shut behind me. For a second I couldn't see clearly, but I could tell someone was in there from a blurred vision. My sight came back to me, and I could see a guy in front of me, sitting on a bed. He had brown, messy hair and a slender face with slight facial hair. His lips were thin, almost invisible, and he had narrow, blue eyes.

«Oy,» he said, and his voice was high like a girl's. «You lost, lad?»

My eyebrows slanted inwards and I narrowed my eyes at him. «Who are you?» I asked.

He frowned. «Funny that you're the one stumblin' into my room asking me who I am. I think you're the one that should introduce yourself first here, mate.»

I sighed, although he had a fair point. For a second I forgot my name and lightly panicked, but I finally remembered. «Park Sinclaire.»

A skeptical 'huh' left his mouth, and he eyed me. «You don't look like a Park.»

«Who are you?» I asked again, getting tired of chit-chatting with this guy.

A smug smile covered his lips. «I'm the one and only Louis Tomlinson.»