Mary lay under her blanket, everything's completely silent other than the occasional coughing from some of the inmates. A smile grew on her face as she heard footsteps coming closer to her. She jumped up and the smile quickly dissolved into a look of fear as Alex stood, handcuffed, the big man holding onto his arm. Mary just stared. Andi woke from her faint sleep, same look on her face. An evil grin grew on his face as he slid a knife out of his pocket. "Don't hurt him!" Andi yelled, tears streaming down her face. He put the knife to his throat and just stood there.
"Well, he's dead anyway if the meds doesn't work. And you know they never do." He flashed on more smile before unlocking the door and throwing him on the ground. He threw the key for the handcuffs in and walked away. Mary and Andi walked to him, his face bloody, his shirt stained. They lifted him onto the bed and Andi took off her over shirt and wiped the blood from his face. He had burns on his wrists, probably from ropes. And two small drops of blood dripped off his arm. What did he say? He's dead if the meds don't work? She wiped the blood with her hand and saw two needle marks. One for a disease, and one for a possible cure.
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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.
