New Year's Eve Kill by Hudson Taylor

Author:Hudson Taylor [Taylor, Hudson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B017IECVXY
Publisher: Goldberg & Sons Publishing.
Published: 2015-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Ethel opened her eyes and saw the Christmas wreath from the door had tumbled down the stairs next to her. The orderly had put down the axe for a second because his phone kept ringing. With her right hand she grabbed the wreath and put it in front of her just as the axe came down and split the wreath in two. The few glass ornaments that had been left on the wreath had crashed to the ground around her. Luckily, the axe was stuck again, this time in the wreath. Ethel used the minute before the orderly tore it free to dig around in the debris on the stairs with her hands. Her fingers were getting pricked but she worked fast until she found the sharpest piece of glass to jam into the orderly’s thin hospital scrubs.

“Ouch! You bitch! Oh!”

The orderly pulled the glass out of his crotch area as blood poured out of him. Ethel went by him and rolled herself towards the stairs. Her legs were getting a little better but still felt heavy and were hard to move. She used her backside to go down the last steps as the sound of the orderly’s cries and curses bounced off the enclosed walls.

Ethel reached the bottom door and hit the bar to open it and found herself in an underground parking lot. There were tons of cars, but not a single person in the place. Just my luck. A huge, plastic mechanical snowman was waving and smiling by the door entrance with a sign on its chest.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS. HAPPY CHILLY NEW YEAR.

The whole idea of Christmas and celebrating New Year’s seemed crazy after what she just went through. Her heart started racing when she heard moaning coming closer from the stairs. She had slowed down the crazy man but there was no doubt in her mind that he still had the axe and a thirst for her blood.

Ethel crawled around from car-to-car in the hopes that one door was open. Her legs were still heavy but getting better every minute. Whatever drug Missy had given her was wearing off and she wished she could run, or even walk faster. She was bleeding from several cuts and scrapes. The mixture and smell of the cement ground and car oil filled her nostrils and made her want to cough. She held it in as the terrible sound of an axe was being dragged across the concrete.

“Where are you, my sweet? I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk to you. This has all been one big mistake. We didn’t mean to kill Mr. Grant. But before we could remove him, you were placed in the bed beside him. And then when Dr. Dutter got nosy, I had to tie him up and put him under the bed. It’s not my fault he smothered himself to death.”

Ethel was confused because she saw Mr. Grant breathing. Was the orderly trying to trick her or was it all just a bad nightmare? The pain in her body felt real enough.

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