She was finally caught. After two years of terrorizing Montreal, the notorious Serial Killer best known as the 'Silent Woman' was finally caught. No one knows why, but she always taped herself murdering the young men. Now that the police had her in custody, the government was debating on what to do with her. Half of the citizens of Canada wanted her dead. She should pay for the sins she's committed. It was the most logical thing to do. The other half wanted her to rot in solitary confinement.
"Hang her!" An old woman had yelled at the governor, which shocked him. They hadn't done a public hanging in over two hundred years, so why would this crazy old woman suggest this now? Was it to show other crazed killers that they shall not commit anything as terrible as silently killing their victims and then ripping them apart?
"I-I have serious issues." Her voice broke in front of the governor.
"What do you mean?" the gray haired man asked.
"I need mental help. I'm crazy, sir," God, was she a great actress.
*~*~*
"Mitch, we're getting a new patient today." Mr. Hanson called over to me, causing me to look up at him and nod.
"...Okay...So?" I raised an eyebrow, grabbing my clip board.
"So, you're responsible for her." My boss stated, handing me the patients file. "Quickly read this before she gets here," The old man glanced at his watch, "Which should be in 10 minutes."
"Yes sir," I nodded, agreeing to what he said before walking over to a table and sitting down. Carefully, I put the tan folder down and opened it.
Daniels Mental University Institution
Name: Paige Reilly
Age: 19
Height: 5'7
Illness: Unknown
----: Silently killing victims and then ripping them apart, all while wearing a rabbit mask.
Category: Extremely Dangerous. Work with caution.
"Oh god..." I mumbled. This was her. This was the Silent Woman. Jerome and I had heard stories about her, how she would kill her victims. Then, she'd hack them apart and play with their limbs. Fucking disgusting if you ask me.
"Mitchell! Your new patient has arr-." The old man's voice was cut off by a much higher pitched voice screaming.
"MR. HUGHES!! MR. HUGHES!!! I WANT MR. HUGHES!! GET AWAY FROM ME! I WANT MR. HUGHES!" the voice yelled. I instantly recognized the voice, belonging to none other than 10 year old Jensen Welters.
"Nurses! Get that patient under control." Mr. Hanson growled before turning back to me, "Go greet Paige! and be very cautious with her. She's known for ripping young men apart." With that, the short old man turned away from me and walked back into his office.
I frowned as I slowly stood up and grabbed a wheel chair. i tapped in a code to the glass doors before walking out of the institution, wheeling the wheel chair infront of me. A large white bus waited for me outside of the mental institution, and two guards dressed in white waited in front of the bus. "Are you Mitchell Hughes?" one of the guards asked. This guy was...tall. And extremely ripped, which surprised me. They almost never sent guards this ripped unless the patient was extremely dangerous. In my case, she was.
"I am," I nodded. With that, the two guards opened the back door, revealing a young woman. To say she was pretty was an understatement. She was beautiful, with blond hair and green eyes. Her hair was cut into a pixie cut, a standard precaution the institution made all the females do before they entered the facility. She looked...terrified. Was this really the Silent Woman? How could someone so ruthless look so innocent?
"Be careful with her...she's one of the biggest loons I've seen," one of the guys mumbled and I nodded before smiling at her.
"Hello, Paige! I'm Mitch, your assigned nurse. Can you please do me a favor and sit in this wheelchair for me?" I asked.
"She doesn't tal-" The man's deep voice was cut off.
"Well, Mitch. I would sit in the wheel chair but it seems as if I can't get out, since my arms are trapped," The sweetest voice in the world spoke softly.
"You don't need your arms to get out of a vehicle," I chuckled awkwardly as I examined the girl. She wore a straight jacket, which was normal for the ones considered the most 'dangerous'.
"C'mon, missy," One of the guards grumbled and helped the young lady out of the bus before leading her to the wheelchair. As soon as Paige sat down in the leather chair, I automatically strapped her in tightly.
"Okay, let's go," I turned the wheelchair around and wheeled the woman back into the institution without saying goodbye to the guards.
"Is it necessary to keep me in this thing?" Paige asked as soon as we were in the building.
"Yes, it's state policy that all mental patients-." My eyes widened as her voice raised.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU FUCK!" She yelled, starting to thrash in her seat.
"JEROME!" I called, looking around frantically for my friend and coworker.
"I'm here, buddy!" Jerome called and quickly ran over, a syringe in his hand, "Hold her down."
I nodded and put my hands on her shoulders, trying my best to keep her still. Jerome pushed the sharp needle into Paige's neck and pushed down, causing her to stop thrashing. As the liquid rushed into her, Paige became stiff before going limp. She was knocked out.
A/N: AHH! So do you like this? :3 I'm not sure if I want to write this in first person or third...BUT IM SATISFIED WITH THIS FIRST CHAPTER!! REMEMBER TO SLAP THAT VOTE BUTTON WITH YOUR FOREHEAD, COMMENT, AND FOLLOW ME. O K A Y BYE MINIONS!!
-TheOnlyAcception
