Chapter Two- Double Life

14 September 2010

My eyes open to the sun spilling into the window at the foot of my bed. Bright and new, warm and soothing.

I stretch out, cracking my back, ankles and shoulders. I groan and then return to a relaxed position. My mind began to flash with last night's events. The whole scene making me smile.

"Aw, little Jack is enjoying more and more of his work."

"Shut up," I snap.

"Aw, Jackie-poo is grumpy today," he laughs mockingly.

I get up and walk over to my dresser that is five feet from my side of the bed. Opening the top drawer I take out a pair of socks and boxers. Out of the second drawer comes a white under shirt, in the third I take out one of my white, ironed, folded dress shirts. Next to my dresser is my closet, out of there I take out my black suit and black tie. I take my clothes to the bathroom, hanging the suit and tie on a hanger positioned on the back of the door. Going to the counter I place my boxers first, then my socks, under shirt, followed by my dress shirt. I open the medicine cabinet above the sink and take out my doeordorant, tooth brush and tooth paste, Placing them neatly next to my dress shirt.

"You know, you're OCD is almost pathetic," he chimes in.

"This is partially your fault. Killing involves perfection and neatness. Everything has to have a certain place and needs to be done in the same routine."

"So blame me? It is as much your fault as it is mine."

"Hence why I said it's only part of your fault."

He fell silent.

This other half is an alternate personality i seemed to have picked up along the way. I can't really complain seeing how he is keeping me from the horrors of my past. Only down fall is he has given me this lust for killing. It's a hunger that food and craving can't cover, the adrenaline rush and thrill of a hunt only seems to satisfy my urge. So I kill the rapist, innocent murders, and so on. Still it's illegal, but it's not as much of a problem for me. I see it as picking up the police's slack.

Once i am satisfied with the way my items are positioned, i go back into my room and take my black jogging suit from my closet and put it on, from the floor of my closet it I take my ten dollar sneakers out and put them on.

S**t. My dress shoes. I pick them up and bring them into the bathroom, setting them next to the counter behind the door.

"Seems you're too far into your head today Jack. Should be careful, you may slip up some where else."

"Edward shut up. Working and killing has been taking a lot out of me."

"Complain, complain, complain. It's all you seem to do lately."

I sigh and go to my night stand to grab my iPhone and ear buds for my jog. I fish the wire under my pull over sweat shirt and plug it into my iPhone, I select some music and toss it into my pocket as I move to my front door. As I enter the cold atmosphere I smile and take in a deep breath, penetrating my lungs like icicles.

Thus i begin my jog. Every morning I take a two mile jog. When i return home, it's 200 crunches, 100 push ups, and 50 pull ups and chin ups. All this is done between five thirty and seven. After this I take a half an hour for a meditation session. An intense session of work out and meditation to calm me down, perfect morning.

So when I return home I go down to my boxers and begin my work out and end with my silent meditation. Opening my eyes i stand up in my living room and go to my shower. I turn my stereo on in the bathroom, blaring some Disturbed as I wash up for work. Which Edward seems to find hilarious in our position.

"I do. It's a job that adds stress to your life and brings you off focus. Brings me great joy."

"Glad you're happy."

"Thank you."

I roll my eyes and continue to rinse my hair. After I wash up, I get out and dry off. Losing myself to the lyrics, blocking out everything but the music. I wrap the towel around my waist and stand in front of the mirror. Opening it I take out my shaving cream and Mach 3 razor. After shaving i get dressed in to my suit, starting in the order I've placed my clothes. I check my tie in the mirror and step out to the kitchen. 

I boil water for tea, I pull out a bag of apple tea and set it next to the travel mug. As that boils I make some toast with banana butter. Once the water is ready I pour it into the travel mug and put in the tea bag. I eat my toast and brush my teeth after, I grab my keys to my BMW, my mug and I'm out the door and heading to the hospital.

Yes a hospital. One in which I am the president of and an active doctor. I can't stand sitting around in my office filling out paper work, I mean I do do the paper work as well as care for patients. Just a very demanding job. Not something I wanted, but as a serial killer you have to make some sacrifices to fit in with society, even if it practically kills me.

I park in the parking garage and sit a minute, eyes closed and thinking. Dreading the fact i have to go into that noisy place, people paging others, making announcements, sick people yelling and whining, surgeries, people wanting me.... Just a f*****g mess.

"Hence why I laugh at you. You chose such a stressful work environment. You're your own worse enemy."

"Shut up. I'm not going to deal with you today. So you're going to be quiet and not say a damn word."

Edward stayed silent.

"Good."

I grab my mug and walk to the hospital. And the horde starts.

"Doctor we have an issue in the ICU."

"Doctor we also have a problem in the ER."

"We have an inventory problem with some of the medications and anesthetics."

So many voices....

"Doctor there is a call for you, it's about a tour of students from a nearby college."

I stop in the middle of the hallway and close my eyes.

"For the inventory, just order some more. Set up a security camera in and around the room. Tell the teacher I don't care just give me a time and day."

I look at the nurse who talked about the ICU problem.

"What is wrong in intensive care?"

"One of elderly overnight patients is wanting to leave, they've tried to leave twice."

"Why they being held?"

"A regular two day stay after heart surgery."

"Tell them they must stay. If they still, give trouble contact a family member and have them talk to the patient."

They nod and walk away.

"The ER, what's wrong there?"

"A man is throwing a fit about narcotics abuse and that we wont give him any for his dislocated shoulder. Now we wont give him any because of his abuse."

"Contact some family members and get info on him, see what they say. I'll go down and have a talk with him with a security guard."

They nod and disperse with the same silence they appeared. I grab and elevator and lean against they wall, closing my eyes to enjoy more silence. Doors open and i go to my office, I set my mug on my desk. My suit coat is put on the coat rack and exchanged for my lab coat. On the stand next to it i grab a radio off the charger and change it to the security channel.

"This is Dr. Style, I need two guards to accompany me to the ER."

"Roger, two guards will meet you there."

"Thank you."

I put the radio on my belt and make my way to the ER. There stood the two guards awaiting orders. I wave them to follow me to the yelling voice. We find him in one of the rooms, yelling and throwing items. I simply step forward and make eye contact.

"Now you listen to me," I lock his gaze with the same cold look I give all my victims, making him stop dead in his tracks. "I'm not happy with the report I received from my nurse. And I'm not happy with the environment you are setting for my other patients in my hospital. Now we will not give you pain pills because of your abuse. You have a problem with that than you can get out and leave. If not, sit down and keep quiet."

Slowly he took a seat on the gurney, never letting go of my gaze.

I turn to the guards,"If he gives anymore trouble you are to escort him out of the hospital and make sure there is a picture around and everyone is to know he is not allowed in here."

"Yes, sir," they answer simultaneously.

I nod my head and go back to my office. There i finish paper work and answer calls here and there, taking care of some ambulance calls. Soon it reached nine o'clock in the blink of an eye. I walk over to my couch, lay down, close my eyes and let sleep take hold.

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[Rose Tyler]

"Now you listen to me," I lock his gaze with the same cold look I give all my victims, making him stop dead in his tracks. "I'm not happy with the report I received from my nurse. And I'm not happy with the environment you are setting for my other patients in my hospital. Now we will not give you pain pills because of your abuse. You have a problem with that than you can get out and leave. If not, sit down and keep quiet."
Slowly he took a seat on the gurney, never letting go of my gaze.

Loved this paragraph/line. It seems he truly loves to take control of people through solid, ice-cold will and a stare worse than death. I'm very intrigued to see what his dream will be, because from what I can tell, he will be dreaming in the next chapter. :] Keep going!