Re: Chapter 1: Deception.
"I hear this place is loaded. Only rich patients get in here, so it sounds like a good place to get some easy dough. Not like the doctors are gonna shoot at us or anything." There was a group chuckle at Mark's comment.
Mark was a thin man, in his late twenties, with blonde hair that he kept short and brown eyes. The group that followed him consisted of eight other people, including myself. We were all about the same age, except Katie, who was only sixteen. Our newest 'recruit' however, was Jonathan. He was tall with dark hair, and was my age, nineteen. We found him at Sister Mary's Home in the panhandle of Idaho. I came into the family a year ago, from a different home for wayward souls in Montana.
We all stood in a place that seemed, out of place. To me anyway, but did everyone else have a reason like me to be nervous? Glancing around at the other faces though, they all seemed fine with the fact that a large hospital was located out in the middle of nowhere near the north Wyoming mountains.
"I want to keep this a small job, no need for everyone to go rushing in there. Susie and I will go, and we'll play the sick girl-friend bit."
My stomach dropped. The last thing I wanted, was to do a job with Mark. Alone. I tried to get out of it, "But Anna does the best sick bit." I tried to sound casual, but he didn't buy it.
Just three days ago, we were in southern Wyoming doing a con job to snake a couple hundred dollars out from under a small business owner. Mark didn't tell us what the business was. He had taken Janel with him to do the front act. She had only been with us for two months. I had followed because Mark had left behind his fake ID. They had already gone inside by the time I got there, and when I looked through the window, they were standing infront of a round man with a cheerful face. The fat man called Janel's attention to something on the wall, and Mark punched her in the head so hard, that she fell out cold. The fat man gave Mark a thick roll of bills, and Mark left Janel there. He saw me peeking through the window, but only caught up with me once we got back to the rest of the family.
I didn't have a chance to speak a single word. Mark started talking at once, and had my wrist twisted behind my back. He made up a bunch of bull, about how Janel had blown the job, and called the police, and that we needed to get out of here right away. Nobody questioned him, and here we are now. Other members of the family had gone missing like this before, it wasn't new. Mark has not let me out of his sight, and has threatened to kill me if I try to run away.
"Anna did it last time." Mark replied, his eyes cold and steely, "Besides, when was the last time you did something for this family, Susie?"
The group fell silent, and my cheeks flushed. Every one of them was looking at me, and I new that they agreed with him. I didn't say anything, my mind was racing on fear and I couldn't stop it.
"Fine. Everyone meet us back down the road, this shouldn't take long. C'mon, Susie." Mark grabbed my arm and we walked toward the hospital. I looked over my shoulder, the family was gone already, just like we were taught to be.
There was not another building in sight. No cars, no sound really. Mark's grip was hurting me. He was always telling us how we wouldn't survive without him. That he was the father of this family, and that we needed to make sure that he could do his job and take care of us. For an entire year, I had believed that crap. I was still trying to come out of the mental box he had built on us all, and questioning on whether what I had seen, was what I thought.
We were coming up to the front doors and I dug my heels in, "I'm not going in there." I said, "Just let me go. I won't-"
Mark's hand shot out to smack me across the mouth. My head jerked to the side, my cheek stinging with hot pain. Blinking past tears, he hauled me forward again, hissing, "You won't ever get out to tell my secret, Susie." he spat my name out.
"What secret?" I tried. No go. He hit me again, and I thought my cheek had been flayed off.
"Shut up." he dragged me in through the front doors. Everything was sterilized white. It was like a regular lobby, a few chairs, clean floors, and a desk with a woman sitting behind it. Big eighties glasses where on her face, and her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her name tag read: E. Jones.
As we approached, she looked up and flashed a Barbie smile, "And what may I do for you today?" she asked in a sickening sing-song voice.
Mark jerked me closer to the counter, "She's checking in." he grunted, taking no pains to conceal his intentions. It wasn't needed, "Ms. Susan Black will be staying indefinately."
E. Jones' face lit up with excitement, "How wonderful!"
My fear and anger had grown with every second, and I was shaking, "I will not be staying here another minute." I said, yanking my arm from Mark's grasp and punching him in the nose. I was lucky that he didn't expect it. It took him off guard. E. Jones' punched a red button on her desk, the same smile stuck to her face.
I turned to run for the door, and made it halfway across the lobby when two large doctors burst in from a side office. Their faces where covered by masks, and their hands with gloves. They ran to intercept me, and I lept over a white couch. That slowed them down, but only a little. One lunged and wrapped his arms around my legs, and I went crashing down. Kicking to free myself, and rolled over onto my back. The second doctor came to my side and bent to take hold of me. I bit his ankle.
Yelling, he took a handful of my long brown hair, and yanked my head up. Screaming, my fist swung up to hit him in the crotch. The man went stiff and toppled over. While I looked to the other doctor who still had a firm grip on my legs, I saw E. Jones on the phone at her desk. Mark was gone.
Furious now, and determined not to let him get away with his own business, I kicked myself free. Three other doctors burst into the lobby, and ran at me. I had gotten to my feet, and was almost to the door, when they all reached me. I screamed, and fought with all I had. I was tackled down and pinned, where I squirmed and swore. I felt a sharp sting on my thigh, and immediately felt my strength ebb away.
When I looked down, I saw a lady nurse pull a needle from my leg. My muscles slowly turned to jell-o, and I couldn't move. I was released by panting doctors who stayed on the ground to catch their breath. I could see everything, hear everything, and understand everything.
Mark wanted to make sure that I would never ruin his game, ruin his living. How could I have been so stupid, and let him get me here in the first place.
One doctor, who was a bit shorter than the rest, stood and straighted his white coat, "Well," he said in a stringy voice, "take her to the quiet chair. We don't want another episode of violence do we?" he smiled a plastic sort of smile, and I was picked up by the two that came for me in the first place. They took me down so many halls, with so many turns that I lost my way. Finally, my feet still dragging, they opened a door to a small white room.
In the middle of the room, a strange sort of chair stood. There was a round stool to sit on with no back. Three chains with thick velcro ties hung from the ceiling, and two were attached to the floor. I was sat down on the stool, and one doctor held me up, while the other secured my ankles to the floor chains, and raised my arms to bind my wrists in the tight velco bonds from above.
In my mind, I was screaming, telling my body to get up and run, to fight back. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't even blink, my eyes just sat half closed like I was about to fall asleep. The doctor behind me grabbed the last middle chain, and wrapped the velco around my throat. I gagged, and was forced to sit up straight in order to breathe.
Without a word, they turned and left me there, shocked tears running down my cheeks.
I'm secured to a desk, a pencil nub in my hand, I sit and stare at the white sheet of paper before me. I'm shaking. How long have I been here? Two weeks? Two days? The doctor standing behind me says nothing, his arms folded across his chest, his face covered by an opperating mask. I finally focus enough to read, and realize that I'm taking a test. Ten questions.
I screw up my face, What? The doctor behind me moves, he has a thin shiny pointer in his hand. It touches my shoulder, and a bolt of electricity blasts through me, "Write." he grunts as I gasp for breath.
Surprised that my hair isn't smoking, I answer the stupid questions as quickly as I can. Just as I finish writing my last answer, the paper is swept away, and I feel a sting on my shoulder. Looking down, another needle is being drawn out of my arm. I feel dizzy, and I fall into darkness.
Another room, another stool. My wrists are bound by handcuffs that are chained to a leather belt around my waist. I'm wearing a white hospital shirt, and white shorts. Why is everything so hard to focus on? I'm alone I think. I twist in my seat to look around, just as the door behind me opens. Two men walk in, one has white fabric and scissors in his hand. The other has a syringe.
One speaks, "If you sit still, we won't cut off your ears." he throws the white fabric around me, a barber's coat. He grabs my chin and forces me to look ahead, my heart pounding. He cuts my hair. All of my beautiful brown hair cut short. I bit my lip while he did this, and when I moaned, he nipped my ear with the scissors.
He finished, long locks of my hair now on the white floor. I felt light headed, my hands clenched into fists under the barber coat.
A sting on my shoulder, then black.
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