Sighted

Chapter 7: Really Not How I Wanted That to Happen

Gin

"Hey! What are you doing?"

       The new and unexpected voice startles me, causing a knee-jerk reaction to duck down behind the cabinet of the long exam table. When I had first entered the cold room, the door hadn't shut behind me. Now, that doorway was filled with a tall, masculine figure. Before I ducked, the main thing I noticed was a long, white lab coat.

       I assume that the doctor has returned to the morgue.

         Holding completely still, I listen to the scene unfolding, waiting. I'm preparing myself to step in as needed, I'll need to get the doctor out of here unharmed and without risking exposure.

"You two need to leave. I'll have to call security," the doctor continues in a strong voice. As soon as he finishes speaking, I hear one of the demons move. At an incredible speed, the demon was at the doorway, then comes a thud and loud gasp. Peeking around the corner of the table, I see the back of Slim, obscuring my view of the doctor, who appears slightly suspended off the floor, held against the door frame.

"I don't think so. You're already here, this will be easier with you." The demon sets the doctor down, shoving him further into the room before shutting the door tight. I ease back to shift and peek around the other side of the table, checking on the doctor.

       He had stumbled a good amount across the room, on the other side of the tables from me, and was now sprawled on his back past the middle exam table. All I can see are his bent legs and I watch as they scramble backwards from the approaching demon, not that the doctor was aware of that fact.

      Slim follows him towards the wall of morgue coolers. The soft sound of impact lets me know when the doctor runs out of room and hits the wall. "Who are you? What do you want?" The unease in his voice is evident, but the doctor still speaks commandingly.

"Don't worry about that," Muscles chuckles. "Just do what you're told and everything will be fine."

       Lie. If these demons need the doctor for something, once that's done, the doctor will be taken care of.

       Silently, I slide my boots across the floor, staying low, and shift closer by another table. It goes against my instincts to not strike immediately, leaving a human helpless against these physically superior beings. However, if I don't find out why they need the doctor, more humans could get hurt in the future.

       Fumbling sounds reach my ears from where Slim stands over the doctor. "Where are your keys?" the larger man demands. The doctor protest automatically followed by a loud smack. I flinch when the demon hits the human, after a second the doctor lets out a slight groan. He's still conscious at least. Please, don't struggle anymore, I silently plead.

        Slim must have found the keys, because I hear them being tossed to Muscles. A slight rattle and then a gentle clang, followed by a muffled whoosh as one of the cooler doors is opened. The weird pulse of energy gets infinitesimally stronger. The smooth slide of metal on metal rings out. Did they just pull something out?

      I don't dare lean around to look closer just yet, even with two tables between us. I'm lucky the demons have been too distracted to notice me as it is, so I'll have to rely on senses other than sight. I hear some fumbling noises that I'm can't figure out until I hear the harsh clang of something large and heavy hitting the metal surface of the farthest table. Like a body. I gulp realizing, a dead body.

       I hear a moan that moves upwards from the floor. I think Slim pulled the doctor up to his feet. "Time to work," the demon says. I can make out the stumbling footsteps of the doctor being pushed and the sound of him banging into the farthest exam table with a sharp inhale of breath.