Chapter 18—Hurt—Marc-André

Some days I feel broke inside

But I won't admit

Sometimes I just wanna hide

'Cause it's you I miss

And it's so hard to say goodbye

 

 

Max and Belle were gone, I didn't know where they were I was back in my room with the door closed and with a blindfold on. It had been silent for awhile then I heard shuffling and voices.

"Sasha you need to kill him now I can't protect you much longer." I didn't recognize this voice so I figured it had been the third man with the group from earlier.

"I need to make sure I do it right, I want him to suffer I can't do it quick it's not fun like that." Sasha had said this and I was so confused.

"I can only protect you for today; the Pittsburgh Police are on your trail." Good maybe I do have a chance.

"Fine, but you have to promise we will find a good place to hide and kill the next one so I can torture him longer."

"I promise my dear, now go take care of business." Business, BUSINESS!!!! What the hell?!?!?! These people are sick. I started to feel sick. Belle and Max were god knows where, in god knows what condition. I think I'm going to throw up.

I heard the lock on the door click, it then flung open. I heard someone walk in I was slapped across the face. "I'm sure you heard what I just said, even though death will come soon, believe me it will be painful!" I wouldn't have it any other way. Really this bitch was sick in the fucking head. She walked back out of the room I heard scrambling outside of the room. Something with a squeaky wheel was brought into the room. I took my mind to every happy moment I had ever had when I first got my goalie pads, my first game, my first shutout, my first kiss, the day I met Max, the day I got drafted, when I played my first NHL game….and my last. I went too far with my thoughts now I was so upset I didn't want to die I was too young. This seemed like a movie, something that couldn't happen.

All of a sudden I felt something cold and metal against my chest before I had a chance to think I felt it dig deep. I felt it dig in more than a few times. She took my Blindfold off just in time for me to see her grab a bottle off the cart next to her and throw it on me. My chest was on fire I felt like it was going to fall off I was screaming. I felt like I was standing outside of my body watching everything that was going on. I saw her grab an ice pick she headed for my face with it. All of a sudden Max lunged at her, after a little of a struggle I saw the Ice pick go into Max's leg he immediately grabbed it and lay on the floor. Sasha had turned to see Belle in the door way. Sasha grabbed the other Ice Pick and headed towards Belle, as Belle tried to fight her I saw Max go up behind her and stab her in the neck with the Ice pick she had stabbed into his leg. She grabbed her neck and fell to the ground.

Max walked over to me and unlocked my arms from the wall when I put them down it was so much relief. "We need to get out of here NOW!" Max was grabbing my arm and dragging me out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Belle stumble and almost fall over by the wall. I ignored it hoping she had just tripped.

"I don't think I can walk on my own power, and you're weak too." I looked at his leg which had lost a lot of blood.

"'Tis but a flesh wound. I'll be fine let's go now." I started to follow Max but Belle hadn't followed.

"Belle, come on."

"I'll hang back a little so that I can make sure they aren't following you." I took this as an acceptable answer.

"Ok I'll see you outside, maybe we can go and get some nice steaks!"

"Sounds good to me."

Max and I started to walk out through winding hallways, we could see and hear the outside but it seemed like we couldn't get to it no matter how hard we tried. Suddenly we found a hallway that looked familiar. We were about 10 feet from the door when all of a sudden we heard an explosion we ran outside and fell onto the lawn as the entire hospital burst into flames. I'm pretty sure Max was just as shocked as I was Belle couldn't have survived that. I was so emotionally drained that I just started to bawl partly because Belle was probably dead and partly because I was free. Sasha was dead…and I WAS FREE. Max and I looked back and there was a tall, thin man walking up to us with dress pants a button up shirt and a badge on his belt. Before he started talking I saw the word Pittsburgh on his belt and I instantly relaxed.

"Max?" This was the man's first reaction.

"I may have looked at the papers on your desk." Max's response…did I expect less?

"That's not protocol but I will let it slip considering that if it wasn't for you we probably wouldn't have found Marc."

"I'm glad that I helped you guys do that."

"Thank you. Now let's get you both to a hospital."

"But, Belle!" I couldn't help it.

"Who's Belle?" The man looked more confused than ever.

"She helped us escape too and she was in….." I trailed off he helped me up and over to the ambulance. He knew not to prod.

I was on my way home.

And Belle was gone.

Chapter—17 One Chance—Max

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

even if saving you sends me to heaven.

 

I was in the dark, and my head hurt. I was on the cold floor. I tried to move but I couldn't I could feel that my hands and legs were tied. I opened my eyes, for a surprise I wasn't blindfolded. Belle was in the corner tied up as well but she was not awake. I looked around frantically for Marc. I couldn't find him or anyone else besides Belle and me. I tried calling Belle's name, nothing, no response. I was afraid that she was hurt worse than I thought. I tried to wriggle myself out of my ropes it was of no use, and plus I was getting a rope burn. I thought about everything and I couldn't get my mind off Marc I needed to get out of here my thoughts would not change I didn't care if I died as long as he lived. I rolled over to Belle and started to nudge her. She made a few noises and started to wake up.

"Belle, we need to still get out of here" She was still out of it but she started to work against her ropes for a couple minutes it was useless, but just as I had thought she was done, one of her arms wriggled free. She moved both out of her ropes and started to untie her foot she looked really dizzy and that is when I saw the dried blood on the side of her face. After she untied her feet she got up to go behind me and untie my hands she immediately fell back to the ground and put her head between her knees. I cared about her but I couldn't do anything till my hands were untied, so I turned so that she could untie my ropes. She did I took about 5 minutes to untie all my ropes then I took off my shirt and wet it with some water from the edge of the room where it had leaked in and cleaned her wound, she hadn't said a word since she woke up. "Are you ok?"

"I…I'm…I'll be okay, you need to find Marc. The things that Sasha told me, all of the things that she does before she kills them." Belle started to tear up, this couldn't be good. "She tortures them and it's not just normal torture, she uses what is left in the buildings she picks." This was a…

"But where in a…" I couldn't…what…no….this was an old mental hospital. I didn't want to think about it, the things I learned in school about old mental hospital's was scary, I mean like the people who ran them should have been committed themselves for what they did.

"We need to find him now." She stood up and walked towards the door of the room it was locked. She walked to the cabinet and found the keys on the inside of the door. "Jason is not smart, actually that would be a compliment, no he is a moron." She opened the door and started to sneak around looking for Marc's room. I had no idea where we were because apparently Sasha, Jason, and/or the other man had put us in a part of the hospital I hadn't yet seen. We walked for at least 20 minutes and nothing, not a word or movement. We sat down to try and come up with a game plan plus Belle was light headed from the head hit.

"So what made you join the Suréte de québec?" I was curious and bored but mostly curious.

"I thought I could help people, but I guess they are just a crooked as anyone else." I was surprised by this, wasn't she trying to help Marc.

"But you're helping and aren't they here to help Marc as well?"

"I thought so until I saw my chief standing there with Sasha."

"That's who that third man was? How could he be that crooked without anyone finding out?"

"That's my question as well but I'm not here to find that out Marc is my main concern here."

"True. So are you originally from Québec?"

"Actually I moved up here when I was done with college I lived in Tarentum till I was done with college."

"Where's that?"

"It's about 30 minutes North of Pittsburgh."

"Really?" I was surprised by this. "So, do you speak French?"

"Oui, Je le parle. Mais, seule quand je le besoin"

"Understandable, I speak English mostly because when I play I need to be able to use it." How we went onto the subject of native languages I will never know but we did. She was cool, I'm glad she was here or else I wouldn't have a chance at getting Marc out.

All of a sudden our conversation was stopped by screaming and pleading. We ran towards it and we saw the door to Marc's room open. There was a tray next to him with bottles of chemicals and two Ice picks. Sasha was in front of him taking off his blindfold as I stood there I had seen blood on his chest it looked like she had cut up his chest a little. She then grabbed a bottle of unmarked chemicals off the table and threw it at his chest, again the most piercing scream I had ever heard him let out echoed through the walls of the hospital. I saw her put the bottle back on the cart and pick up an ice pick I knew I had to do something.