Killing Chris

Let The Hunt...Begin

...One dead...Two captured...Two escaped. The battle for escape would be an uphill battle where we gained little ground. I was so close to freedom I let myself believe I was free while in chains. The thing about freedom is it's just an illusion. There are always exceptions, like, you have freedom till it gets taken away. So what freedom did I really have? A fair trial? No... there's nothing fair here. The forces at play here devoured fairness and equality for breakfast and for lunch they ate hope. 

The hunt for the killer was on. When the mask went back on by time period to find him would run out. As I raced against the clock trying to kill two birds with one stone my mind was racing. You gotta get out of here but you need to get the killer before he gets back into the world. What was to be my main focus though...Escape or revenge? My choice to that question would cause consequences I face even to this day... As I write my story from cell block C I reminisce about the choices I had when I was that young.

When freedom was one of my options I should have taken it. Now... it's too late for me but it's not for all of you. The night of the escape we had a plan, it was a good plan. Skippy planned it in the weeks before he got here. Attacking the power grid was always an option but before Skippy it was impossible. His sleight of hand made lifting a key card a simple task for him. that part of the plan wasn't the problem.

When the power went out Skippty knew the hospital had a backup generator to power the doors back on and seal them inside. Skippy knew where the generator was and how to temporarily disable it but someone had to stay in the room while the generator-powered down. A sacrifice well appreciated...Clarke.

We were in electrical maintenance now as the hospital sang its usual song of screams and sorrow Skippy explained the plan. The only part of the plan he left out is someone had to stay in maintenance. 

"Quick someone over here" Skippy called out facing the backup generator pushed up against the wall.

The volunteer ran over to Skippy and skippy handed them a magnet. 

"When you hold the magnet on the mechanism the generator will turn off, no matter how hard the machine pushes back keep that magnet there" He explained.

I ran to the door of Maintenace looking out to make sure there were no guards. Skippy started the countdown to the run for freedom 3...2...1...now. Skippy ripped the cord from the main generator and the lights flickered. The red light in the hallways turned on and then the second generator went out. The place was pitch black. Only for a few seconds then the alarms started to sound. A loud blaring noise erupted from the hallway. 

The lights came back and the power was restored. I turned to Rhys who had been holding the magnet to the generator still and he looked at me confused. Skippy looked like heart stopped and then looked up to the corner of the room where a camera had been. A light in the bottom right corner flickered red. the sirens from the hallway sounded again and I walked into the hallway followed by Clarke and Derek. 

I peeked around the corner and saw a fate worse than death, all the patients from the hospital were emerging from their cells. I turned back to Rhys and Skippy who had been in the maintenance room and I saw Skippy through the doorway standing in the middle of the room still. Just then the door slammed close and the light about it lit red. 

I ran to the door and tugged not he handle but it wouldn't budge. I saw Rhys through the little window who was pounding on the door for help. Smoke began to seep from the vents in the maintenance room I could see it dispersing behind him. Rhys looked at me and begged for help but there was nothing I could do. Clarke grabbed onto my arm and pulled me from the door, my feet felt like they were in quicksand but I kept moving.

2...Captured...1 Killed...2 escaped. We stood at a four-way break in the hallway all four filling with mentally ill patients. the patients that emerged from their rooms were mutilated monsters...failed experiments. Some with no eyes, no arms, no legs, morphed faces. When the sirens weren't blaring from the loudspeakers I heard laughing and screaming for joy but in pain at the same time. We turned looking down all the hallways for a way to go.

A light at the end of the hallway caught my eye. It was a dark faint orange. An outline of a body, a neon outline of a body. When the mask went on I missed out on my chance... I even told myself at the beginning of that day. But still...I tried full of false hope. I ripped away from Clarke's grasp and booked it into the crown of crazies in the pursuit of my target. 

What was I this time? The predator? Or the prey? This time I was the hunter for sure. Where was he gonna go? The escape failed the doors locked from the outside. It was just him and me now. As I pushed through the ground hands clamped on my arm and scratches covered my body. As I ripped past the next patient another one stood with no eyes or cut faces. All the horror in the world manifested that night in the hospital. I can't even to this day express to you the horrors that dwell in that place. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, I reached a break in the crowd. People were scattered all over the halls of the asylum but that didn't distract me this time. I rounded the next hallway ready to meet my prey but was instead face to face with the blood paint lady from my red hour. His wrist leaked blood as she held her hand up pointing down the hallway. I only stopped for a second before taking off down the hallway again passing her. Another corner rounded and another and I collided with a body knocking me on the ground.

I stood up off the ground and Dieg stood in the middle of the hallway just looking at me. He smiled at me and he said

"Are you ready to finish this" 

My heart stopped for a quick second when the thought of him being the killer ran through my mind. Dieg took a step toward me and then grunted stopping in his tracks. He looked up and then fell onto the ground revealing a body behind him. The killer stood standing up with wiping the blood from his knife on his pants.

"We hated him anyways right," He said reaching for his mask

The mask came down and I saw...Me standing two feet in front of the body of Dieg with a knife in my...his hand. 

"I don't understand," I said more confused then I was vengeful

"Why'd you let him do it to me," He said in a fake sad voice

I physically felt the physique of my brain shuffle from the shock of the truth as I finally finished the puzzle. I had all the pieces and they were all in the right places. The killer...the killer... I knew who it was the whole time. It wasn't me... I knew it. It was 

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