Post by Dante "Vagabond" Coles on Jul 5, 2007 16:00:10 GMT -5
Jonas realized he was being taken to a hospital. The sirens of the ambulance blared loudly in the distance, and he felt the hands of the medics as they worked to tend to his neck. He felt the sharp pierce of a needle in his arm, and something flowing into his veins. This was all distant. His thoughts were of Annabelle, and the last image he had of her.
He had shot her. He had meant to shoot Johnny and Roger, but he shot her. And it was his fault. He could’ve just let the two get away. Annabelle was safe, he was free. But no, he had to try and shoot them. And because of that, Annabelle was dead, he would probably be convicted for murder, and justly so, and Johnny and Roger were still out there.
His thoughts began to fade off as some sort of drug kicked in. Or perhaps it was the weakness from the blood loss. Either way, a welcoming darkness washed over him and he slipped off into unconsciousness.
The lights were bright.
Jonas opening his eyes, which felt like lead. He was staring straight up into florescent lights. Squinting, he tilted his head and saw a large cluster of monitors and feeds, which were all linked to him by wires.
Vision still blurry, and his mind still waking up, Jonas turned to the other direction and looked out a window. He had a rather nice view from his bed, looking over much of St. John’s and its harbour. There was a boat coming in, looked like a tanker.
Closing his eyes, Jonas tried to wake himself up. He realized he was in a hospital, first of all. He was probably pumped full of drugs, and there was a dull throbbing in his neck. It took a moment but he remembered what had happened and why his neck felt so stiff. He broke into a sweat as he realized just how close he had come to dying back there.
The machine to his side let out a steady beat, quickening as he began sweating. He looked at it, then traced the wire to where it was attached to his body. Then he looked around for something to call in a nurse with. They always had those.
He was rather surprised at the prompt arrival of the nurse. She was blonde, and Jonas certainly didn’t mind her figure. “Is something wrong, sir?”
Jonas smiled and motioned toward the machine that goes beep. “Is there some way you can turn this machine off? It’s rather annoying and I’m afraid I can’t rest with a constant beep in my ears.”
Two weeks went by. At least, by Jonas’ count, be he was never good at keeping track of long periods of time. It was long enough, anyway, that the urge to walk was growing rather strong. Many times he had tried, but the doctors and nurses wouldn’t let him out. Nor would they get rid of the blasted machine. However relief came, for Jonas had been informed that he would be released. The relief was short-lived, however, as shortly after finding out about it he was visited.
Two cops walked into his room, followed by someone who looked like the cliché sergeant figure from movies.
“Mr... Farren, is it?” He started. Jonas just nodded in response. “We’re to place you under arrest for the murder of Harold Holloway and Annabelle Coles. However until tomorrow we will have to keep you in custody here.”
“So why not wait until tomorrow and grab me as I leave?”
“Police procedure. Tomorrow when you are released you will be escorted to the nearest station where you will be put under twenty four hour surveillance until a proper court appearance can be arranged. You will be given one phone call in between. Until tomorrow there will be a guard on duty outside your door. Do you understand?”
Jonas nodded. That was all the sergeant was looking for. He motioned to his guys and the three of them walked out. Jonas slumped back against his pillow. If he was taken into custody, he would certainly face a life sentence. But if he was in prison, he would not be able to stop Johnny and Roger, and if they were allowed to roam free, who knows who else would get hurt.
An hour passed by. Jonas lay still in his bed, thinking. In the corner of his eye he watched the camera in the corner of the room. He had no doubt someone was watching him there right now. Nor did he have any doubt that there was a guard just outside his door that would answer to calls from the surveillance guy. These were rather obvious precautions.
He would have to move fast. Once he took out the door guard, he’d have mere minutes to get free of the hospital before the monitor reacts and calls for backup. If he was caught while fleeing, he’d be hauled off with no doubt. And even then, he had killed two people. Cops all over the province, maybe even across the country would have some sort of notice of him.
Every scenario he thought through, he would end up in jail, or unable to move. That would pose a problem, because he needed complete freedom of movement to get Johnny and Roger. After he took them out, after he enacted his revenge, then he’d turn himself in. But until that time...
Jonas pulled the blanket up to his neck, closing his eyes and acting as if he were trying to get to sleep. Under the blanket he felt blindly about, removing the various things hooked up to his arms and body. The last thing he took off was the sensor for the machine that went beep, causing it to flat line. As soon as the steady beep hit him, Jonas jumped up, blanket and all, and jumped across the room. It was only small, and he was able to clear it. The blanket found itself over the camera, and Jonas took position beside the door.
The reaction was surprisingly slow. It took at least ten seconds for the door guard to receive his commands. The door opened and the man peaked in. Jonas grabbed the man’s head and slammed it against the doorframe. The man grunted, and Jonas spun out, pulling with him the chair by the door. He swept the cop’s feet from under him and caused him to fall face first into the chair.
Satisfied the man was unconscious, Jonas leaned down and pulled the gun off his belt. He was considered a murderer, of course he’d have armed guards. He tried to put it in the waistband of his pants, but found himself still wearing a hospital gown. No time to worry.
Jonas dashed down the hallway, past many doctors and sick patients, following the glowing red signs that said EXIT. He rushed down the stairs two at a time, and arrived at what appeared to be an emergency fire exit from the building. Without hesitation Jonas pushed the door open and was greeted by the blare of a fire alarm.
“Shit!” Jonas winced, then took off in an all out sprint across the parking lot. He could already hear sirens approaching, not quite sure if they were fire or police but he didn’t want to be caught by either. He broke past the parking lot and into a street, quickly dodging down an alleyway.
After some careful weaving through alleys and down side streets, Jonas found himself on the outskirts of the city. Sirens were going off in the distance and he was sure there was already a large scale search going for him.
Jonas continued on, keeping off the highway and walking through the woods. He was still wearing a hospital gown, and carrying the cop’s 9mm handgun. His bare feet were shredded, but he had done enough wandering that they had callused over. There was no blood.
Johnny and Roger had a two and a half week lead on him. With cops searching for him, and probably mafia goons too, he’d have to be very careful about his search for them. But before anyone got him, he’d get those two monsters. This was a vow he made to himself.
He had shot her. He had meant to shoot Johnny and Roger, but he shot her. And it was his fault. He could’ve just let the two get away. Annabelle was safe, he was free. But no, he had to try and shoot them. And because of that, Annabelle was dead, he would probably be convicted for murder, and justly so, and Johnny and Roger were still out there.
His thoughts began to fade off as some sort of drug kicked in. Or perhaps it was the weakness from the blood loss. Either way, a welcoming darkness washed over him and he slipped off into unconsciousness.
***
The lights were bright.
Jonas opening his eyes, which felt like lead. He was staring straight up into florescent lights. Squinting, he tilted his head and saw a large cluster of monitors and feeds, which were all linked to him by wires.
Vision still blurry, and his mind still waking up, Jonas turned to the other direction and looked out a window. He had a rather nice view from his bed, looking over much of St. John’s and its harbour. There was a boat coming in, looked like a tanker.
Closing his eyes, Jonas tried to wake himself up. He realized he was in a hospital, first of all. He was probably pumped full of drugs, and there was a dull throbbing in his neck. It took a moment but he remembered what had happened and why his neck felt so stiff. He broke into a sweat as he realized just how close he had come to dying back there.
The machine to his side let out a steady beat, quickening as he began sweating. He looked at it, then traced the wire to where it was attached to his body. Then he looked around for something to call in a nurse with. They always had those.
He was rather surprised at the prompt arrival of the nurse. She was blonde, and Jonas certainly didn’t mind her figure. “Is something wrong, sir?”
Jonas smiled and motioned toward the machine that goes beep. “Is there some way you can turn this machine off? It’s rather annoying and I’m afraid I can’t rest with a constant beep in my ears.”
***
Two weeks went by. At least, by Jonas’ count, be he was never good at keeping track of long periods of time. It was long enough, anyway, that the urge to walk was growing rather strong. Many times he had tried, but the doctors and nurses wouldn’t let him out. Nor would they get rid of the blasted machine. However relief came, for Jonas had been informed that he would be released. The relief was short-lived, however, as shortly after finding out about it he was visited.
Two cops walked into his room, followed by someone who looked like the cliché sergeant figure from movies.
“Mr... Farren, is it?” He started. Jonas just nodded in response. “We’re to place you under arrest for the murder of Harold Holloway and Annabelle Coles. However until tomorrow we will have to keep you in custody here.”
“So why not wait until tomorrow and grab me as I leave?”
“Police procedure. Tomorrow when you are released you will be escorted to the nearest station where you will be put under twenty four hour surveillance until a proper court appearance can be arranged. You will be given one phone call in between. Until tomorrow there will be a guard on duty outside your door. Do you understand?”
Jonas nodded. That was all the sergeant was looking for. He motioned to his guys and the three of them walked out. Jonas slumped back against his pillow. If he was taken into custody, he would certainly face a life sentence. But if he was in prison, he would not be able to stop Johnny and Roger, and if they were allowed to roam free, who knows who else would get hurt.
An hour passed by. Jonas lay still in his bed, thinking. In the corner of his eye he watched the camera in the corner of the room. He had no doubt someone was watching him there right now. Nor did he have any doubt that there was a guard just outside his door that would answer to calls from the surveillance guy. These were rather obvious precautions.
He would have to move fast. Once he took out the door guard, he’d have mere minutes to get free of the hospital before the monitor reacts and calls for backup. If he was caught while fleeing, he’d be hauled off with no doubt. And even then, he had killed two people. Cops all over the province, maybe even across the country would have some sort of notice of him.
Every scenario he thought through, he would end up in jail, or unable to move. That would pose a problem, because he needed complete freedom of movement to get Johnny and Roger. After he took them out, after he enacted his revenge, then he’d turn himself in. But until that time...
Jonas pulled the blanket up to his neck, closing his eyes and acting as if he were trying to get to sleep. Under the blanket he felt blindly about, removing the various things hooked up to his arms and body. The last thing he took off was the sensor for the machine that went beep, causing it to flat line. As soon as the steady beep hit him, Jonas jumped up, blanket and all, and jumped across the room. It was only small, and he was able to clear it. The blanket found itself over the camera, and Jonas took position beside the door.
The reaction was surprisingly slow. It took at least ten seconds for the door guard to receive his commands. The door opened and the man peaked in. Jonas grabbed the man’s head and slammed it against the doorframe. The man grunted, and Jonas spun out, pulling with him the chair by the door. He swept the cop’s feet from under him and caused him to fall face first into the chair.
Satisfied the man was unconscious, Jonas leaned down and pulled the gun off his belt. He was considered a murderer, of course he’d have armed guards. He tried to put it in the waistband of his pants, but found himself still wearing a hospital gown. No time to worry.
Jonas dashed down the hallway, past many doctors and sick patients, following the glowing red signs that said EXIT. He rushed down the stairs two at a time, and arrived at what appeared to be an emergency fire exit from the building. Without hesitation Jonas pushed the door open and was greeted by the blare of a fire alarm.
“Shit!” Jonas winced, then took off in an all out sprint across the parking lot. He could already hear sirens approaching, not quite sure if they were fire or police but he didn’t want to be caught by either. He broke past the parking lot and into a street, quickly dodging down an alleyway.
***
After some careful weaving through alleys and down side streets, Jonas found himself on the outskirts of the city. Sirens were going off in the distance and he was sure there was already a large scale search going for him.
Jonas continued on, keeping off the highway and walking through the woods. He was still wearing a hospital gown, and carrying the cop’s 9mm handgun. His bare feet were shredded, but he had done enough wandering that they had callused over. There was no blood.
Johnny and Roger had a two and a half week lead on him. With cops searching for him, and probably mafia goons too, he’d have to be very careful about his search for them. But before anyone got him, he’d get those two monsters. This was a vow he made to himself.