Prophecy (NaNoWriMo 2014)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I went to school today due to all the days I had missed over the past several days. Hopefully school could take my mind off things and maybe help me get back on track and release the dark, cynical monster within me. Last nights dream was the worst out of the two, I had to find the doctor who murdered that man but I was unsure of where to start. I skipped science class and hid in the large library in my school. I took one of the laptops out of the computer trolley and hid at the back of the library where the historical fiction books were displayed. I opened up the computer and logged in and clicked on the Internet browser. I searched up Dr Free on the Internet and was surprised about the large number of searches he had. What I was doing was stupid; I should have been in class trying to forget about him but the scene of him crushing the mans ribs with the hammer kept visiting my mind. I clicked on a website that had information about Doctor Free. He was a convicted criminal for operating on people, illegally with no degree in the medical field. He murdered over twenty people either by them booking for him to perform surgery or he captured them himself. He escaped prison about two years ago after he did nine years of his life sentence. He is now hiding somewhere in…. in…. in my town. I was startled to find out that this awful criminal who had skin sewed together to shape a little boy was living in my town. I wanted to kill him for what he did to that poor man last night but I didn’t know how I would do it. Then the light-struck over me, I’ve only had two dreams and I was already becoming mental. I had never thought of killing anyone before, maybe as a joke but I was serious about killing Doctor Free. I wanted him dead for what he did to his poor victims. As I scrolled through the website it informed me with names of victims he killed in the past.

Daisy Wright: Doctor Free assured Daisy that he would replace her hip for free as she could not afford it. After he injected her with anaesthetic he amputated her legs and arms. She did not survive due to the mass amount of blood lost due to the amputation. Her body has not been found and Doctor Free has not confirmed where he put the body.

Phil Lectern: Doctor Free was to remove a kidney for Phil for one hundred dollars but murdered him whilst under anaesthetic.

Doctor Free was gruesome with his murders as I continued reading though the website, they were quite disturbing and not as brutal compared to last nights attack on the man. The little boy sewn together was not explained onto the website until I scrolled to the very bottom:

Free’s son; Jack was kidnapped and classified as missing at the age of five. Since then his body has not been found and the investigation to find Jack has been cancelled. Since then Free has been finding specific people to capture so he can remodel his son’s body. Free has been on the hunt to find the man that took his son.

I was surprised at first because Free had a reason to why he was killing the people he did, it wasn’t right but I did feel sorrow for him, I felt his loss. It must have been hard for him to deal with the loss of his son because I could not deal with the loss of my grandfather about three years ago. I became sad, really sad because my grandfather really shaped me to who I am today. I used to sit on his knee and he would tell me stories about his childhood. I used to listen to his classical records on his record player and he would spend the afternoon dancing and playing with me. When I heard he was dead I didn’t know what it was at first, I was only young. Even though doctor Free had a sad past I still wanted him dead for what he made me watch last night. I wish I could jump into the situation of my dreams and kill the criminal, I just wish I could. It’s an emotionally unstable journey to watch someone be killed in front of your eyes and not being able to do one thing about it. I had to talk to Father Peter before my mind took over me and I released my anger on someone. I put the computer back in the trolley and went back of the library and opened the storeroom door slowly so I could not be heard by one of the librarians. Creak. I closed the door slowly then opened the window in the room. I pushed the latch and pushed up the window and climbed out and ran as fast as I could out of the school grounds and to the church where mid day mas was being held. Father Peter was holding the mass and when I walked in he stared at me while he was reading a passage from the Bible. I kneeled down on one of the pews from the back and put my hands in the praying position and bowed my head like everyone else was doing. I considered coming to church while I had my head bowed, it is nice to believe in something, believe that when you die you don’t just see a black screen for the rest of your life… Unless I keep dreaming murders even when I’m six feet underground. After standing, sitting and kneeling in a cycle for fifteen minutes mass was over and Father Peter walked up to me and directed me to his office. We didn’t speak while we walked until he closed the door behind me in his office and took his seat on his chair.