13 Bites Volume II (13 Bites Anthology Series Book 2) by Adam Bennett & Sarah Brett & J. A. Clark & Shawn Inmon & B. Johnson & Tabitha Ormiston-Smith & John R. Phythyon Jr. & Joseph Picard & Alan Seeger & Terry Schott & David Temrick & Ashton-Kate Wilson & Paula M. Wilson

Author:Adam Bennett & Sarah Brett & J. A. Clark & Shawn Inmon & B. Johnson & Tabitha Ormiston-Smith & John R. Phythyon Jr. & Joseph Picard & Alan Seeger & Terry Schott & David Temrick & Ashton-Kate Wilson & Paula M. Wilson
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Five59 Publishing
Published: 2014-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

“…be fine, just needs some rest.”

“Can he go home?” A familiar voice asked.

“Of course,” the other voice answered. “Just see that he gets plenty of rest and keep pressure off of the wound.”

“Thanks, doc,” Victor replied.

The familiar voice belonged to his wife.

“Honey?” Dan asked groggily.

“Go ahead and take him home,” Victor ordered.

After Dan left, Victor went to his office to prepare the incident report. He pulled out the relevant form as he woke his computer. After queueing up the footage from Room E, he began filling in the blank spots on his form. It was bound to happen sooner or later. So many combustible elements in a confined space. He was gratified that it had taken this long.

It was more than slightly alarming that it had been a doctor who had been the first to snap, though.

His computer beeped at him, announcing that it had retrieved the requested file. Victor hit the enter key on his keyboard as he continued filling in spaces on an all too familiar form. An unearthly growl drew his attention to his screen.

The patient was convulsing on the couch, pulling at his restraints, though they held. He was groaning, but the sound coming out of his mouth set the hairs on Victor’s arms at attention. A light bulb burst in the treatment room and a large black figure rose out of the patient and sent the doctor flying out of her chair and into the wall. Plaster rained down on top of her and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. Her intern leapt to his feet and bent over to check on her.

In a move Victor thought physically impossible; the doctor leapt on top of the intern and drove her pen into his chest and neck repeatedly. She kept stabbing him until her arms and face were covered in blood from arterial spray.

Her head snapped up and she looked directly at the security camera. Victor couldn’t tear his eyes away. She craned her head to the side and smiled before speaking. The security cameras didn’t capture audio, only video… yet Victor heard her nonetheless.

Free at last.

Shaking, the old prison warden rewound the footage and played it back frame by frame. An unmistakable tall black thin figure leapt from the patient into the doctor. Victor paused the footage and pushed the files around on his desk, desperately looking for the patient dossier. Finding it, he flipped it open.

What’s the matter, Vicky?

Victor’s head shot up to his monitor. The footage was still paused, but the black figure was now standing and facing the camera. Its red eyes burning into his. Victor’s eyes began to water, but he could not look away.

I’m still hungry, Vicky.

Victor pushed the screen off of his desk as the voice began to laugh maniacally.

His mind began to recover and fear gripped his soul as he fumbled for the phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hello?” Dan’s wife answered.

“Jennifer!” Victor yelled. “Get the kids and get in your car… now!”

In the background, he could hear Dan’s eight-year-old son.