The Train: Episode 50

“C’mon, Tommy. You’ll live,” Bobbi mocked.

She noticed that the hall was empty and quiet, except for the sound of locking doors as metal clicked in metal.

She looked over at Tommy’s bloody nose, rolled her eyes, then focused on the task at hand. She had two goals: find the man who shot her daddy then get down to the morgue for some alone time.

“He broke my nose,” Tommy whimpered.

“Oh please! It’s not that bad, sweetheart,” Bobbi lied. “Don’t be such a baby.”

Digging into her pocket, she pulled out a blue bandana and handed it to him.

“Here. Use this to stop the bleeding while I find the guy who did this.”

Griping the handle of the six-inch blade, she headed off down the hall.

After only a few feet, she heard Tommy exclaim,

“You’re not going to leave me here, are you? We should do this together.”

As he walked up to her, he held his pistol in one hand while he dabbed at his bloody nose with the other.

“I’ll take the lead,” he announced.

Slowly they moved down the hall, with Tommy out in front. Bobbi needed no one, least of all Tommy, to protect her, but she did get a sort of thrill pretending to be all weak and helpless.

After a few moments, they reached the end of the hall without incident. At this point, the hall forked right and left.

“Which way should we go?” Bobbi asked.

“Left,” Tommy said boldly when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker off and on.

“What now?” Tommy said.

“Oh that’s just Daddy. He likes turning off the lights when he’s on a hunt. Thinks it gives him the advantage,” Bobbi explained.

“What about all the patients in these rooms? Some of them are hooked up to machines,” Tommy said with uncharacteristic concern.

“What do you care? They’re just sheep,” Bobbi sneered.

“Maybe. But I’m no monster. We can’t just let them die,” Tommy replied.

Bobbi laughed and said, “I knew I liked you. Don’t worry, hon. Daddy won’t cut power to the machines. He’ll just kill the lights and maybe a few guards.”

Before Tommy could reply, a blue and white beach ball a foot and a half in diameter bounced out of one of the rooms, hit the wall and rolled up to Tommy’s feet.

“Looks like there’s something written on it,” Bobbi pointed out.

“Grab it,” Tommy ordered, his eyes darting left to right as he looked up and down the hallway.

Bobbi lifted the ball and turned it as she read aloud the words,

You should have killed me the first time.

*          *          *

When the flickering lights came back on, Nicole had disappeared.

Jake walked to the end of the hallway then held his weapon to his chest and pressed himself against the wall. When he quickly poked his head around the corner, no one was there.

“So you want to play hide and seek, huh?” Jake said with a sneer.

As he cautiously moved down the empty hallway, he thought about all the delicious things he would do to this blonde once he caught her. Dead or alive made little difference to him.

When he reached the end of the hall with no sign of her, Jake decided to retrace his steps.

“I must have missed her,” he thought.

Turning around, he caught a glimpse of her as she ducked into a stairwell further down. He stopped to enjoy a whiff of her perfume lingering in the hallway. When he reached the stairwell, he saw the door slowly close.

Using his weapon to ease open the door, Jake glanced in. Seeing no sign of her, he stepped in and stretched to look up and down the stairs. Just when he started to get frustrated at this cat-and-mouse game, Jake heard a door open then close beneath him. Starting down the stairs, he smiled and said in a melodic voice,

“Found you.”

*          *          *

Groping for the syringe, Greg felt his legs grow weak and his head start to spin.

“I said,” he yelled, “where is she?”

Dr. Ricer held up his hands and begged,

“Please don’t hurt us.”

“Where is she? I’m not asking again,” he snapped, leaning on the wall as he tried to focus.

“Please!” Ricer pleaded.

Suddenly Greg felt the familiar cold steel of a gun pressed against his temple as a man’s deep voice drawled,

“Drop the gun, boy. This is one showdown you won’t walk away from.”

When Greg tried to turn his gun toward the voice, he felt a hard blow across his face then lost consciousness as he crumpled to the floor.

“Is he dead?” Ricer asked nervously.

“Nope. Lucy gave him something I gave her. It’ll knock him out for a good couple of hours,” Elliot said.

“Good. Go help the others, Elliot. We’ll be fine,” Ricer assured.

“Okay, Doc. Just keep an eye on him for me. Samuel, stay.”

Ricer nodded as Elliot stepped out of the room, leaving Samuel behind to stand guard.

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