She crawled out of the corner and dug through a pile of what looked like trash. She found a lot of papers, some consisted of what looked like little kid drawings. She found a syringe. Empty, sadly, but still a good weapon. And a two-by-four, also a good weapon. As she heard someone coming, she hid in the corner with the weapons behind her back. One in each hand. Then she heard footsteps. Then voices. It was the doctor and the big man. Both for whom I would like dead, she thought to herself. She smiled at the thought. The lock clicked. The door opened. The doctor stepped up to the cell door. She gripped the syringe in her right hand and waited for him to unlock the door. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a gun. Before she could react, he pointed it at her and shot her in the arm. A dart? Damn, I though I was getting shot. She jumped up and ran over to him but fell to the ground before reaching him. She wasn't knocked out. She was paralyzed.
"Don't worry, it's only temporary." The doctor said with a smile. All she could do is watch as the man carried her to the operating table.
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The odd case of Mary Parker
HorrorMary's had a tough couple of months. Things are to get much tougher as the young woman uncaps the secrets people have been trying so hard to hide.
