Resident Black

Abandon Ship Part One

I applaud your bravery, you've made it this far on my sick twisted journey. It only gets worse from here but I'm more than positive that there is no going back now. We've reached the final lap. Buckle up, i like to go fast.

I promised you a horror story. Sure, a twisted resident who likes to harvest organs is pretty scary but it isn't the scariest thing in this story. We all know what happens when someone plays God. That is where the true horror beneath this story lies. The arrogance of man becomes his destruction.

Why was O'mally so strong in the spirit world? Why is it that he has managed to stick around so long when his connection to Callie is so... fine lined? Well the answer resides in his own feeding. The devouring of souls isn't enough for him. He must completely destroy them, and have them die without so much as touching them.

How many souls had he collected? Well eternity holds many secrets and I can't share all of them with you.

Dr. Shepherd's OR was his favorite place to be. The patients undergo long hours of surgery under heavy anastesia and most are put to sleep. George O'mally haunts dreams.

"Meredith tell me what has you distracted?" Derek said as he cautiously cut into the tissue prepping to remove a tumor.

"You're not the least bit concerned about all the changes?"

"Not at all. Callie's done a lot in so little time, and donating her own inheritance is extremely honorable. Dr. Hunt committed treason." He shot his eyes over at her in a glare of disappointment.

"You really believe that?" Meredith was about to drill into him like he was the skull on the table but the heart rate monitor began beeping off the charts.

"What's happening?"

George stood in the back of the room feeling the energy of the dying patient flow into him as he continued to manifest a deep agonizing sensation into the room.

Derek froze, he felt the dread evading the pores of his dying client. Though he had the capability to fix what was happening he lost all desire to.

"Derek! Derek!" Meredith shouted but the Doctor wasn't there. His mind was so far away that he didn't even notice when his wife took the reigns and saved the man on the table. "Close him up." She spat as his eyes slowly found their way into hers and the calm finally returned to him.

"You didn't answer my question." He whispered. "What's happening?"

For a split second... Meredith stared at George. In a complete sense of calm. With absolutely no emotion to her at all. She just stared at the ghost of her old friend

O'mally altogether vanished. The heart rate monitor flat-lined. "Time of death... 4:52 AM." Derek ripped off the mask and left his OR.

Meredith found herself in the locker room changing to go home. As she grabbed her bag she looked in the small mirror at the back of the room. She felt him watching her. She felt his eyes on her a certain plea. Like he was warning her.

Kevin struggled to his feet. He had only been in therapy once since his surgery. It would be forever before he could walk again but something in him felt the urge to try. If he could just get to his wheel chair, sneak past the nurses station, and find a way out of here. Everything in him told him to run. This place was lit up like city hall but it was being fueled with the same coals as the pits of Hell. This was no place for him...

He smiled as he sat down in the chair. A sense of pride manifesting in his soul.

"You wont get far without a heart." Dr. Karev laughed as he walked in the room.