Chapter Six

When they had phoned the police, they arrived ten minutes later. They asked what happened and they told them the truth. Steven even told them that he killed his father. They didn’t do anything but look at the killer. They told the two of them that that indeed was Steven’s father and that he done the right thing to stab him as it was self defence.

“Wait, you were meant to send a police officer here ages ago. Where is he?” Steven asked them.

“We found him dead his car outside the gate,” the police man replied.

They both looked over to the gate where there were more officers.

“So what happens now?” Flora asked as ambulances sped around the corner.

“You will be taken to hospital and checked thoroughly. You will have to stay for a few days before you can be released, though,” the officer said and took them to the ambulance.

 

They got to the hospital half an hour later and were resting half an hour after that after having their wounds checked and sorted. Flora was in a different ward and he was in the kids ward. Steven’s mum had managed to get through to the hospital and apologised for not telling him earlier. He forgave her and they shared a hug.

 

“Hello?” Flora cried. “Anyone?”

Flora had heard a noise and everyone else was sleeping. She grabbed her alarm and pressed the button but no light was flashing. She looked around in the dark and couldn’t see anything except the snoring silhouettes of the other old patients, all of them deaf and the man standing up.

“Hello? Who is that?” She cried over to the man.

The man began to slowly walk over to her bead. He pressed a button and the bed began to move upwards. She began to lift up and she panicked. The bed went up more and she could feel the back of the bed pushing like a clamp to the other side like magnets.

“STOP!” Flora screamed when she heard her back break. Then the bed cracked her body, leaving her dead and bleeding.

 

“Did you hear that, Jessica?” Frances said to her fellow nurse worker.

“I think it came from the ward up there. I think someone’s hurt. Come on!” Frances ran up the corridor with Jessica and she followed behind. Jessica was a chubby woman while Frances was a slim, slender figure who attracted all the guys. They went through the door to find the body of Flora, mangled inside the bed, blood splattered all over the room yet the deaf people in the room were fast asleep. Jessica screamed and slipped in blood. She fell and her eyes switched to under the bed where she saw a dark figure hiding. She screamed some more when the man crawled out to Frances who was at the other side of the bed and slit her ankles open. Frances fell with a scream and looked at Jessica. Jessica bobbed up and began to run to the door when a knife was thrown at her head. She stopped dead in her tracks and she fell down dead. Then he turned to Frances.

 

Steven was alone in the room as his mother was out collecting a cup of coffee for her and a hot chocolate for him. Steven was sitting up reading a book, reading in between the lines because he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in his house the night before. He put his book down and glanced at the clock. 4:15. He was in a room on his own. He couldn’t sleep. He was waiting for his mum to come back so he could be warm with hot chocolate but she was taking ages. Then a thought went through his head that his father had returned to the hospital for him. He didn’t know how right he was. Suddenly, there was a startlingly fast black shape running past his door through the corridor.

“Hello?” Steven asked, petrified. “Is there someone there?”

Steven closed his eyes and breathed. He knew that he never saw anything and it wasn’t anything but his imagination. He opened his eyes once again and was shocked to see the black figure darting over to the side of his bed and climbing under. Terrified, he kept silent. He waited for a few seconds before he deliberately moaned and turned, standing up. He reached for the alarm, his heart pounding. He pressed the button and he was relieved that there was no noise following the press. Steven counted to three and jumped off of the bed to run to the door. He never made it feet first on the ground as his dad grabbed his foot as he jumped off.

“Son!” his Dad screamed. Steven screamed for nurses but no one was coming since Jessica and Frances were dead but there was possibility that Frances was alive. Steven kicked his father in the face and ran out of the door. The lights in the long corridor were off and there were three ways out of the corridor, left, right and the stairwell to the roof. He ran to the left and yanked the door. It was tightly locked and the key that was in the door was twisted, unable to open the door ever again. His father was getting up so he burst through the roof door and climbed the stairs rapidly. He burst out of the top door and he was now on the roof. It was a frosty Christmas Eve night and the cold hurt his face and his bare legs. He shivered and ran to the edge.

“HELP ME!” Steven screamed over the edge, hoping someone would be able to hear him. The city below was busy with Christmas buyers for gifts at the last minute. He heard a bang from behind him and he discovered that his father was on the roof with him. He spun around and saw the door shutting. His father must be behind one of the vents sticking out of the roof ground.

“Come on you old psycho! Come and get me! What are you scared?” Steven screamed. Suddenly, the door again swung open and one person burst out of the door. It was Lauren. “MUM!” Steven screamed and ran to her. “LOOK OUT!”

Lauren spun around to see the dark figure sprinting towards her. Lauren fell onto her bum and her ex-husband rushed to her. He raised the knife that killed Jessica and was about to plunge it into Lauren. Steven didn’t get to her in time but didn’t need to. A gun was fired from behind the killer and he was still. Another shot. He slumped to the floor and Steven finally got to his mother.

“Mum! Are you ok, mum?” Steven was crying. He turned to see who had saved his mother’s life. It was a policeman. He came running over and pulled back the black clothing from the killer. It was in fact his father. He had come back. The policeman pulled off the killer’s black jumper to reveal a bulletproof shield and a blood sprayer. Fake blood was what poured out of his stomach when Steven stabbed him ten times. Lauren hugged Steven close and began crying.

“I love you, darling. I can’t believe this has happened! I came back from the cafe which was closed and heard screams. I ran through to see what had happened and found Frances being attacked. I threw a vase over his head and we managed to get away. He killed everyone else in the room. And Flora,” she said to him, not taking her eyes off of the policeman. He then began talking.

“We’ve been searching for your father for the last two days. He escaped from his maximum security prison by faking an illness and jumping out of a window.”

“Well, he killed loads of people in my house. And he tried to kill me!” Steven replied.

“Well, he’s not alive anymore,” the policeman said and grabbed his radio and said into it:

“This is Officer Reynolds speaking. I need backup on Toundland Infirmary’s roof. We have the escaped criminal here. He’s dead. Hurry. Over.”

There was a static reply saying that they were on their way.

He looked to Lauren and Steven.

“Come on back down to the hospital. There are officers waiting for us,” the policeman said and stood up, likewise did Lauren and Steven. They went over to the door and descended to the hospital safe and sound.