His Own Image

Chapter Three

   "I swear, I'm going to fucking kill you!" I seethed out as I pushed myself up on the hospital bed I was on.

   He chuckled dryly, swinging his blades through the air. I could basically feel the metallicity in the air, it was horrible. "Yeah, g-good luck with t-that, b-bitch." 

   He moved antagonizing-ly slowly towards the bed and climbed on top of it. My mind started going into some bad places and I smirked as I waited for him to be just above me, even with his hatchet blade above my heart.

   "Kinky..." I mumbled, the smirk now widening into a grin, even though I was pretty much near death in this situation.

   He huffed and pressed down my head to keep me from moving as he pushed the blade into my chest. I groaned and started screaming through the pain after the blade had sunken deep enough. I'm pretty sure he'd locked the door because there was banging outside and nobody could seem to get in.

   An adrenaline rush seemed to take over me as I pushed my arms up, barely feeling the sharp pains in my chest, and pushing the boy (man?) off of me. He fell to the floor and I yanked out the cords in my arm and swung my legs over the left of the bed, crouching down and looking for anything to use against him.

   I grabbed one of the cords and tore it from whatever machine it was attached to. But then I remembered. I have powers.

   I tried to concentrate with all my might on the boy, but whatever he'd put inside me was preventing me from seeing through his eyes.

   "Damn it," I mumbled, turning my head to the floor. And suddenly I was crashing to the ground, a massive weight on top of me and forces pushing my chest against the floor, the weight right on top of the wound.

   "Get the FUCK OFF ME!" I roared as I pushed on him again. My outburst must've surprised him because he fell off me again, and I scrambled up. I forced myself to stand and ran right toward the direction of the door, unlocking it and running out into the bunch of people who were pounding against the door.

   "Get me somewhere and don't let anyone in or I swear I will... I will kill you..." My voice started out quite loud, but my adrenaline rush ended and my voice gave out, and I'm talking to the floor.

   Everything after that was in a daze. I'd been slipping in and out of consciousness. I was on the floor one moment with arms picking me up and guns clicking, the next moment I was on a similar bed to the one before but I'd been rolling with frantic voices around me, then I'd been lying on a bed, something wrapped tightly around my chest, new cords in my arms, and I didn't feel as grimy as I had, what felt like, moments ago.

   My chest felt small and I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't get a dull breath. I brought my right arm to my chest and lay my hand against it, feeling whatever underneath my shirt.

   "Oh good, you're awake." I immediately jumped. This voice was feminine.

   "What's so good about that?" My voice croaked. "Is it only you in here?"  My head turned towards her general direction, which was to my left.

   "Well, what's good about that is that means you're doing decently, and yes. I am the only one in here," She answers. I sigh in relief. "And the door is locked as well, since that's what you wanted."

   What was he doing now? That boy? Since this was a hospital, he was probably in jail right now because of the panic.

   "Where is he?" I asked after a while.

   "Who?" The girl responded, moving over to me slowly, as not to spook me.

   "The boy. Where is he?" I turned my head towards the ceiling, wishing for once in my life that something would go right.