HAUNTED

10

“Is he dead,” Sam asked.

She didn’t answer, she just stared on her knees at the unconscious man before her. Lawson had blood oozing lightly from his head.

“Lex,” Jacob said concerned.

“I’m fine,” she whispered back as he got to her. And knelt beside her, checked the number of bullets in the gun. None left, he sighed and took her hand for a brief moment, then went back to Sam.

“See shot him. Now do you trust me?”

“I don’t trust her,” she checked Lawson’s pulse, he was live. It was just a graze in his hair line. He probably fainted.

“She doesn’t care about this, or the cops, or much about anything really,” Jacob said as he leaned against the desk Sam was sitting on earlier.

She sighed. Some of the other doctors scooted over. Lawson woke up, she instinctively covered his mouth so he wouldn’t make a sound, leaned in and whispered, “Play dead.” While Jacob tried to convince Sam that he could trust her.

“These things fire really loud isn’t it,” he shouted while ringing his ears, perfect cover for her whisper.

Lawson closed his eyes and played dead like he was told to. One of the female doctors inconspicuously handed her a note. Lex read it and stood up. “Right, do I get to be innocent now.”

Sam did not say anything. Things had been so hectic that she had not noticed that the other gunned girl had left the room, “where did she go,” she just asked.

“Lindsay went to get Chuck,” Jacob answered, like it was fresh info.

“I’m really thirsty,” Lex said, “where can I get some water to drink.”

“Right there,” Sam pointed to a corner by the windows in the room. There was a small office water tank.

“Didn’t notice that there,” and as the note said there was a nurse’s tray right by it too.

“May I?” she asked for permission, like it mattered.

“Sure,” he said while she was already on her way to the office water tank and the tray.

Jacob stood in front of Sam blocking her from sight, “so, how can I help you. Any cool blowing stuff up. I have to see some of that myself…” as he spoke, a perfect distraction, she grabbed the injections in the tray and carefully placed them in her loose jacket pocket while she gobbled down some water.

She walked back to the two. Sam boastfully showed Jacob a cool gun, pointing it at one of the doctors toying with their minds. Carefully she walked to Sam’s free side, reached into her pocket and took one of the injections out, “see this right here,” Sam said completely distracted as the lady he terrorised at gun point sobbed.

She scruffily stabbed him with the needle he turned to her and knocked out… Jacob caught him before he could make any noise.

“How long is he going to be out,” she whispered, loud enough for one of the doctors to hear her.

“About an hour,” someone answered. Jacob dumped Sam on the desk where he sat before.

“Lawson?!” Jacob asked.

“Fine,” I responded as Lawson sat for a bit, “just a graze.”

“Perfect aim,” he smirked.

“Yeah sure,” she didn’t believe him. He had accidentally succeeded.

“All part of the plan,” he whispered. She ran into one of the closest offices and found one of those hospital beds with wheels on the bottom used for emergencies it had some straps on it.

“Bring him in here,” she ordered at the door.

“That’s easy,” he said sarcastically, as he lifted him. Sam was oddly heavy, for him anyways. He may have been avian blood and all but he had more humanity in him than they had expected. He blamed Anna’s energy that had triggered it all. He had to focus to get strength or super senses. Yet his worping came so easy. He couldn’t worp in front of these people.

He sighed and panted as he got to the office door. She helped him place Sam on the bed and strap him in. He couldn’t possibly escape on his own. “Now what,” she whispered when they were done.

He sighed and looked at her. “We have enough proof,” he pointed at the plastic bug cartoon pin on her jacket. She figured it was some recording devise of some sort.

The doctors where still sitting huddled together more relaxed now because they knew we were the good guys. The girl, Lindsay, walked back in, “where is Sam?” she ordered instantly at gun point.

“He went into that office said he wanted to get something,” Lex gestured to the office where he had tied him up. “You can go check for him if you want.”

“Sam!” she yelled instead, “come out of there!”

Then the doctor who had given me the note said, “The offices are sound proofed, to protect the patients’ privacy,” she spoke with her head down.

“Who gave you the permission to speak,” she aimed the gun at her.

“He can’t hear you,” Jacob added coolly.

“Chuck,” she yelled. And a rugged older boy with blond hair came stumbling in, “I know you don’t like taking orders but just watch them. I don’t trust them.”

He aimed his gun at generally everyone, with a sharp look. She made a move towards the office. Lex who was closer opened the door before she got there.

She walked in and Lex did too closing the door behind her, just as Lindsay said, “Sam.”

Chuck was put off by the closed door, “what are you up to,” he asked Jacob.

There was a crash in the office audible form the outside. Lex had disarmed Lindsay and needle in hand was struggling to get a clear jab.

“Sound proof my foot,” Chuck said with his finger on the trigger. Jacob had no choice he worped and thought strength, punching him with all his force sending Chuck tumbling across the room.

Her ear rung form the last punch, tired, they both panted in circles, reddened with anger, adrenalin and fear. Lindsay attacked, Lex dodged sending her crashing into the wall, and with a swift movement Lex shoved the needle in her and she passed out.