UntitledA Story by Alex FlynnAn escaped mental patient causes trouble when she escapes. (I'm not good at descriptions, sorry)The
night was cold and dry. The only sound was the occasional gust of wind blowing
through the trees. A steady snow was beginning to fall around the darkened
forest. It was almost a perfect scene. The only thing wrong was the girl. She
was slumped against a tree, motionless, seemingly asleep. This, though, was not
the case. The girl was listening, listening for the footsteps that would
inevitably come for her. She
was a small girl, blond, with hazel eyes. She was wearing a plain white cotton
nightgown, not suited for the cold that night brings. She sat shivering against
the tree. Frostbite was certain. Silently she sat. Hour after hour as the cold
seeped deeper and deeper into her bones, until she heard them, the footsteps
had finally arrived. Closer and closer they crept until a man’s voice
interrupted the silence. “Rose! There you are! My God…” the
girl had looked up, her face was blue, and her hands were severely frostbitten.
“We need to get you back. You’re not safe here.” “No…” the girl mumbled, it was
barely audible. “Yes, Rose, now,” he gave a slight
tug on her arm. “No!” She screamed. “Rose, why the hell would you want
to stay out here?!” Rose simply pointed to her right. The man went over to
investigate. It didn’t take him long. “My God… Rose…” The body lay face down on
the ground, though, the damage was quite noticeable. Blood leaked out onto snow.
Now, it was the man’s turn to shake.
He slowly took his radio off his belt and held to his mouth. Hesitantly he
began to speak, “Phil, we’ve got another one. She’s done it again. I’m about
two miles east. Yeah. Ok. I’m bringing her back now.” He slowly put the radio
back on his belt and sighed deeply. “Ok Rose, we need to go back now,” he
turned to face her, but all he found were her footsteps retreating farther into
the woods. “Rose? Rose?! Goddammit Rose!” he took off in a sprint and yanked
the radio back off his belt. “She’s gone! She took off again! I only turned
around for a second! I need some help out here! Hurry, before she finds another
one!” “What do you mean you lost her?!
She’s beyond dangerous Johnathan!” the radio urgently
replied. “You
don’t think I already know that! Just send help!” he practically screamed into
the radio. He fumbled as he attempted to put it back onto his belt. Johnathan
slowed to a jog. He was desperately gasping for breath, and his side ached
terribly. “Rose, where have you gone…?” his radio crackled before the voice
spoke, “Johnathan, where are you? Did you
find her?” silence, “Johnathan,
answer me!” Johnathan
slowly unhooked the radio from his belt once more, “No, she’s long gone by now.
Probably hiding in a cave or something,” he paused, “I’ll be back soon.” The
radio was put back onto his belt. He sighed. There was a rustle in a bush
nearby. Johnathan turned quickly, eyes peeled, and ears alert. “Damn squirrels.
They’re gonna give me whiplash.” Johnathan
quickly returned back to the institution, keeping his eyes and ears open, but
there was still no sign of that little blond girl. By the time he arrived back,
it was very late, and the snow was piling up. “Long night John?” the other man
chuckled. “Shut
up Stan. Where’s Phil?” Johnathan replied. Stan
looked at his watch, “Should be making his rounds. At least he was about five
minutes ago. Might be finished by now, who knows?” “Thanks,”
John waved the man off as he brushed past him through the door. Johnathan
walked slowly through the double doors leading into the main hallway. He walked
up to the security desk and glanced at the wall of monitors, “Looking for
something?” Johnathan jumped and spun around, “D****t Phil, you almost gave me
a heart attack. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” “A
heart attack might be the least of your worries right now. When the Boss finds
out you lost her, he’s gonna have your head.” “Yeah,
I know,” Johnathan sighed, “Have you called him yet?” “No,
not yet, haven’t had time,” he paused, “You know I have to though.” “I
know.” Phil
moved around the desk and sat down in an oversized black desk chair. He picked
up the phone and held it to his ear, his other hand resting on the dial pad, he
looked up, “You should go home, this isn’t going to be a fun phone call, and
there’s nothing more for you to do,” Johnathan just nodded slightly and
retraced his steps back out the doors. It
was a month later and Johnathan was out of a job, had moved into a crappy one
room apartment, and to make everything so much better, there was still no sign
of Rose. The little blond girl had managed to escape him, the rest of the
security force, the local police, and, as of recently, the FBI. It
was six o’clock in the morning, and with another sleepless night under his
belt, Johnathan slowly pulled himself out of bed and turned on the morning
news. “Not as though it matters,” he mumbled to himself as he pressed the
little red button on his remote. It turned on to a commercial about hardwood
floors before the actual news came back. “The Kingsley county Humane Society
will be having a fundraiser this Thursday starting at seven p.m.,” The
overly peppy news anchor chirped before the weatherman took over the screen.
More rain. Johnathan wasn’t really listening as he scanned the newspaper desperately
searching for another job. “The Blackhawk
Institution has given notice that a very dangerous patient has been lost from
their facility” Johnathan put down the paper, and turned to the t.v. in
time to see Rose’s picture flash onto the screen, “If you have seen this girl, please inform your local authorities. Do
not attempt to approach her. She is very dangerous” Now, that was interesting news. He flicked
off the t.v. “There’s going to be hell raised over this,” He folded his paper
and set it on the table, “So much for keeping the public in the dark about
her.” © 2013 Alex FlynnAuthor's Note
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Added on November 2, 2013 Last Updated on November 2, 2013 Tags: horror, mental patient, murder AuthorAlex FlynnAboutI'm not that good at writing about myself... If you want to know anything, just ask! more..Writing
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