Mr. Murderer

Past, present, future

Recap: "I looked up at Jonah and closed the journal... He's trying to bring us closer? Why? I still don't understand why he had to try in this psychopathic manner."

Alex's POV

Jonah, wait no. I won't call him by his name, he doesn't deserve to even have one. That son of a bitch. The older man looked into my eyes, as did I. It was a long moment of silence before he broke it.

"You see, I'm doing this for your own good. For all of you, I-" I cut him off and his brows grew closer and closer together. I can't believe him.

"What the hell! How can you possibly think this is good for us?! This is the worst thing to possibly have happened in my whole fucking life! You fucking prick!" I screamed and yelled in his direction, I was still slightly scared and I couldn't look him directly in his eyes. His eyes grew darker with every word I spoke. I sat down, scared out of my shit, drenched in sweat and waited for his response.

"If I haven't brought you here, you wouldn't have looked at Jerry as more than a low life! You know it!" He yelled and before he could carry on I screamed out another come back.

"You can't see the fucking future! People have died from this, you're a murderer! You've put us through all this shit. How can we clearly focus on love after the people we've been forced to kill?! Tell me you sick son of a bitch!" I sat in he farthest corner from him and looked down. I can't believe he thinks this was a good thing. He is right, I most likely wouldn't have seen Jerry as more than a low life. Since I've been here, I've been around him and I have seen the good in him. He's special. I see now that I love him. There's no doubt about it. My eyes opened for him every since this all occurred. He was willing to get his ass beat in order to protect me. It was amazing. Through all of these troubles, I now see that I love him dearly.

"No, I'm not a murderer. You are, and all the others here are. I'm clean, you guys kill every single one until it's just two of you. You know you're in love with him, you won't admit that it's because of me!" He's right. I hate that he is. It's all true though. He hasn't killed anyone, at least not that I know about. We've all killed each other. Yes, it's always been us. Killing each other like it's the only thing possible. Then again, it was the only choice. This prick threatened us, he said he'd torture us if we haven't listened to his orders. So we followed them like helpless children. I looked up at him with anger and all I could think about is ripping all of his gray hairs out of his face. I didn't, I tried to contain all of the anger I held within. The older man got up and walked towards me, I laid there like a corpse and he let out a calming sign.

"Look, I know this all seems like hell... But, this is your story now. You will just have to deal the cards I lay out." The older man said in a soothing  voice. He put out his hand and waited for me to place mine into his. I got up on my own instead of taking his hand and walked towards the exit. Before I could get even half way out of he door the older man, grabbed unto my arm.

"I'm going to check on Jerry. I think you should come." He said and I followed behind him. I began to think though. What if one of the couples of the partnership died?... Then they wouldn't win as a couple and be in love. I also don't get the fact that there was a little girl and her father here. Was it a mistake? Wait... He's been watching us though. What was the point in taking them? I kept thinking and thinking and forgetting that I was even behind the older guy. We reached the door in which Jerry is laid and walked in. There was no one in sight so I just looked around. It looked like a regular hospital room, I haven't really looked around in here. I wondered where Jerry was so I walked around and the older guy stopped me as I went towards a room labeled, "OR".

"Don't touch me, let me go in. Jerry's in there, isn't he?" I said on the verge of tears. Last time I checked, "OR," stands for "operating room"... Gosh. He's getting operated on. I don't trust the doctor, he's probably an amateur. I walked away from the door and sat in frustration. What if he dies in there? I'm so scared, I don't want him to die. I've been in this situation so many times. He just keeps throwing hisself directly in front of me, and every time he gets hurt. I got shook out of my thoughts when I heard loud bangs in the hallway. The older man walked out and started yelling as the door closed. Even muffled I heard him clearly.

"Get the hell back in that room before I take you out." He yelled in rage. I guess that bitch tried to escape. I'm almost happy she got caught. I feel bad for feeling happy about that. I know she was kidnapped like the rest of us, she was forced to do that same. To kill. I still can't be happy that she tried to kill Jerry. He's hurt because of her, he may die... Because of her. If Jerry dies, I'll gladly hunt her down and kill her slowly. The thought disgusted me, but that's how I feel. I'd have to avenge his death. I need to stop thinking like that, he's not going to die. Jerry will live and we'll get the hell out of here. I know it. The older man walked back in with Anne tied up and in tears. I gave her a smirk and watched the older man chain her to a nearby hospital bed. The older man slowly walked towards the OR room and knocked once softly and twice more harder. Dr. Linn walked out and gave a full report.

"He'll live, but he'll need a week of bed rest. Sorry sir, if I could make him wake up and be just fine... I would." Dr. Linn said and sunk his head down respectfully. I mean he's not a miracle worker, but at least Jerry's okay.

"Thank you, Derek, I knew you could save him." The older man said and brought Dr. Linn into a hug. I went over to one of the beds and closed my eyes, drifting off into a sound sleep.

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