Rising Part 2 "On the Run"
Darrel slowly turned the page of the three month old people magazine as the sports announcer gave the play by play of the big game over the portable radio propped up in the corner of the security guard cage. His chair rocked casually as his feet pressed back on the top of the desk.
He glanced up and over the outside monitors then back at the magazine and jumped as the phone rang. His legs pulled back and dropped as his chair rocked upright.
"Security office, Officer Jacob" He said reaching up blindly to turn down the radio and knocking it onto the floor.
"Darrel, Nurse Claire, fifth floor. Our Police hold is up and violent. Call the Sheriff and get him down here." A thick Cajun accented voice ordered over the phone.
"Yes,got it. Do you need help up there?" Darrel asked tossing his magazine on the floor and flipping open the Security protocol book in front of him.
"No I think we got it, At least I don't hear her screaming any more. Dr Tabel went in with Mike and Pedro. Now call the sheriff" The voice ordered again then the line went dead.
"Bitch!" Darrel said hanging up the phone and running his finger down the page as he hit the speed dial on the phone for the Sheriff's office. He leaned back as the line rang waiting for someone to answer.
"Hello.... Police Dept. Officer Sang speaking"
"Evening, this is Security Officer Jacob at St. Dymphna Psychiatric facility. Can I speak to Sheriff Knight please?"
"He isn't available can I take a message?"
"The sheriff asked us to call him about Jane Doe when she came to. She is here on a police hold. Can you let him know that she has come to and has become agitated. If he wishes to speak with her, he will need to come up now before they medicate her." Darrel stated annoyed with the officer on the other end. He wrote the officers name in the daily log book.
"I will pass on the message but I don't think he will be coming up. We had a problem with one of the prisoners. Guy did a number on the place. Tore the office up pretty bad. Last I saw the sheriff was in the bathroom holding pressure on a wound. But I will pass on the message and see if he wants someone else to head on up." The voice explained through the phone.
"Okay, and your name was again?" Darrel asked out of habit.
"Officer Sang"
Darrel hung up the phone.
...
The call-taker's head set dropped onto the desk next to the dead junior officer. Devlin laid his head on the desk next to her and pushing his blond tossled-hair from his face looked deep into her vacant eyes. "See, I told you I would get it milseog." He said with a thick Gaelic accent then leaned in and kissed her lips pausing after wards to lick a trail of blood running down her neck.
The door closed with a rattle of blinds behind him as he stepped back into the main office and looked around at the bodies on the floor. A half dozen living people, officers and civilians laid tied and tossed nonchalantly on top of the bodies of deceased coworkers and towns folks.
He stood there for a moment then snapped his fingers, a movement that evoked screams and jumps from several of his captives "That's right the scairt for the sheriff. Mustn't forget that." Devlin said then turned for the Men's room.
He pushed the door open and strolled into the blood sprayed bathroom. He stepped over a couple of bodies missing limbs and walked over to an officer handcuffed to a toilet holding a blood soaked cloth to a wound in the side of his neck the size of a baseball. "Seems you have been holding out on me. I just got a scairt," Devlin shook his head to clear it "Phone call saying that you have my wife up at some nut house." His hand snapped out and grabbed the sheriffs hand and snapped it flat back against his arm.
The sheriff screamed and kicked out at him.
"Doesn't matter. I would have found her eventually. Just means I don't have to waist any more time on you." Devlin stated leaning forward. He pushed a foot against the sheriffs chest as he grabbed his head and twisted.
The door to the bathroom opened and Devlin walked out with the sheriffs head tucked under one arm and a set of keys being tossed casually up and down in the air. "So lady's and gentlemen. Seems I have a trip to the nut house, who wants to go with?"
When no one spoke up he dropped the head into a trash can and looked around again. "Lets make some things clear. Those that stay here die, those that go with, might have a chance to escape."
Laughing at the reaction, he picked two then killed the rest.
He glanced up and over the outside monitors then back at the magazine and jumped as the phone rang. His legs pulled back and dropped as his chair rocked upright.
"Security office, Officer Jacob" He said reaching up blindly to turn down the radio and knocking it onto the floor.
"Darrel, Nurse Claire, fifth floor. Our Police hold is up and violent. Call the Sheriff and get him down here." A thick Cajun accented voice ordered over the phone.
"Yes,got it. Do you need help up there?" Darrel asked tossing his magazine on the floor and flipping open the Security protocol book in front of him.
"No I think we got it, At least I don't hear her screaming any more. Dr Tabel went in with Mike and Pedro. Now call the sheriff" The voice ordered again then the line went dead.
"Bitch!" Darrel said hanging up the phone and running his finger down the page as he hit the speed dial on the phone for the Sheriff's office. He leaned back as the line rang waiting for someone to answer.
"Hello.... Police Dept. Officer Sang speaking"
"Evening, this is Security Officer Jacob at St. Dymphna Psychiatric facility. Can I speak to Sheriff Knight please?"
"He isn't available can I take a message?"
"The sheriff asked us to call him about Jane Doe when she came to. She is here on a police hold. Can you let him know that she has come to and has become agitated. If he wishes to speak with her, he will need to come up now before they medicate her." Darrel stated annoyed with the officer on the other end. He wrote the officers name in the daily log book.
"I will pass on the message but I don't think he will be coming up. We had a problem with one of the prisoners. Guy did a number on the place. Tore the office up pretty bad. Last I saw the sheriff was in the bathroom holding pressure on a wound. But I will pass on the message and see if he wants someone else to head on up." The voice explained through the phone.
"Okay, and your name was again?" Darrel asked out of habit.
"Officer Sang"
Darrel hung up the phone.
...
The call-taker's head set dropped onto the desk next to the dead junior officer. Devlin laid his head on the desk next to her and pushing his blond tossled-hair from his face looked deep into her vacant eyes. "See, I told you I would get it milseog." He said with a thick Gaelic accent then leaned in and kissed her lips pausing after wards to lick a trail of blood running down her neck.
The door closed with a rattle of blinds behind him as he stepped back into the main office and looked around at the bodies on the floor. A half dozen living people, officers and civilians laid tied and tossed nonchalantly on top of the bodies of deceased coworkers and towns folks.
He stood there for a moment then snapped his fingers, a movement that evoked screams and jumps from several of his captives "That's right the scairt for the sheriff. Mustn't forget that." Devlin said then turned for the Men's room.
He pushed the door open and strolled into the blood sprayed bathroom. He stepped over a couple of bodies missing limbs and walked over to an officer handcuffed to a toilet holding a blood soaked cloth to a wound in the side of his neck the size of a baseball. "Seems you have been holding out on me. I just got a scairt," Devlin shook his head to clear it "Phone call saying that you have my wife up at some nut house." His hand snapped out and grabbed the sheriffs hand and snapped it flat back against his arm.
The sheriff screamed and kicked out at him.
"Doesn't matter. I would have found her eventually. Just means I don't have to waist any more time on you." Devlin stated leaning forward. He pushed a foot against the sheriffs chest as he grabbed his head and twisted.
The door to the bathroom opened and Devlin walked out with the sheriffs head tucked under one arm and a set of keys being tossed casually up and down in the air. "So lady's and gentlemen. Seems I have a trip to the nut house, who wants to go with?"
When no one spoke up he dropped the head into a trash can and looked around again. "Lets make some things clear. Those that stay here die, those that go with, might have a chance to escape."
Laughing at the reaction, he picked two then killed the rest.