Part 4
*Tobias was sat in a large, metallic wheelchair, looking out upon the horizon through a reinforced, barred window. It had been two and a half months since he had first arrived. Things were starting to become clearer now, his paranoia was starting to die down, his nightmares became less frequent and his past was slowly but surely starting to figure itself out. He had, had a long time to explain certain activities and memories, a long time to differentiate reality from dream. Since his recouperation Iraxx's visits were becoming more and more less frequent. Everytime the injured Orkhid asked what new projects he was working on, Iraxx would give brief bits of infomation, before changing the subject rapidly or making excuses on why he had to leave. The wheelchair bound Orkhid rubbed his chest through his pale green nightgown, before pushing the wheels back and turning around. He slowly headed down his ward, nodding pleasantries to the staff who past him. He past countless doors which entered onto new wards, new sets of injuries and patients. And as he past the 5th doorway, he got a strange feeling...the feeling he had got when he had first awoken. And then he heard the voice once more...*
Voice: "Well done, Tobias. You are coming along nicely..."
The Orkhid stopped advancing down the corridor, his hands tensed up on the rubber, grey wheels. Was somebody behind him? Was it a patient playing a trick on him? He turned the wheelchair around to face the direction he had come from.
Tobias: "Hello?"
He whispered slightly, leaning forwards gently.
Voice: "All we need now is for you to be on a more...manipulative ward. Heh."
The voice came from right in front of him, and, to make sure it wasn't some kind of invisible Shamen Tobias waved an outstretched hand towards the voice, hoping to hit something. He didn't.
Voice: "And i know exactly how to get you there..."
Suddenly Tobias hands gripped the wheels of his chair tightly, he couldn't move them. It was as if someone or something was holding them there. They then began to advance the chair forwards, down the corridor. Down from where he once came.
Tobias: "No, what are you? What do you want!? Why me...!?!"
He spoke aloud, hoping a Dr, Nurse or Porter would pay attention but they did not. They merely ignored him, as if he wasn't there.
Voice: "You are the only one, the...only one who can help us achieve our goal."
The chair halted outside of the entrance to the mens restroom. It then span around, forcing Tobias to face the door, which then swung open as if some being had kicked it open.
Tobias: "W-What goal, why? Wha...HELP, HELP ME!!"
He shouted the last words, he knew this wasn't a dream, knew this was real. Knew that something bad would happen if he allowed the being to force him inside, away from the people who could, possibly, help him. The chair gently booled in, passing two of the four orange coloured cubicles and stopping opposite the third.
Voice: "This is the only way you can escape Tobias, you want to escape...dont you?"
Tobias: "Escape from what!? Nothing is after me, no-one wants to kill me!!"
The toilet flushed, humming could be heared from behind the door as it slowly unlocked and opened.
Tobias: "Why did you bring me here...what do you want!?"
The door opened, an Orkhid guard was inside of the cubicle, he looked at Tobias suspiciously, wondering what a disabled creature was doing outside of his cubicle. He was un-armed. His body muscular and bulgy. His clothes white and clean. His black eyebrow raising gently, giving off a puzzled expression.
Guard: "What?"
Voice: "Now, Tobias...kill."
The guard didn't seem to hear these words. And took a step forward, bent over and started pushing Tobias' chair back with his hands on each arm rest. Suddenly Tobias' hands got jerked upwards, clasping the guards throat. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to kill, but he was. As if by reflex the guards hands shot up also, grabbing Tobias' wrists, he pulled his hands away and shouted for back up. Shouted for his collegues.
Voice: "Kill him..."
The guard was then seemingly thrown back into the cubicle, not by Tobias, but by something else. He seemed to struggle with some invisible force, twisting and turning, clutching his throat as if trying to pry some creatures claws off of his wind-pipe. His lips slowly went to a pale blue and then purple. His feet kicked out, his hands waved wildy and then, as his back arched, he flopped to the ground. Dead. Tobias had seen the entire gruesome scene and was now in shock. He gently pulled back his wheels, rolling backwards. His eyes were wide open, his body seemed cold and un-responsive. His right leg shook gently.
Tobias: "W-Why...?"
Saying this lone word he was then hurled towards the body of the guard, thrown on top of the limp torso, away from his chair.
Tobias: "No...No...!!"
And as this inccident happened, and he tried to crawl off the top of the corpse, the back-up rushed in. Batons at the ready and Cattleprods charged...
Guard: "Take him...!!"
*Sizzle*
~End~
(OOC: Welllll...?)
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Last edited by Jacob; 04-01-2003 at 08:53 AM..
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