Brent could hear the guards coming with the breakfast tray, so he had to act fast. The guards had no idea that he was prone to seizures, so he quickly brought one on. By the time the guards had arrived to give him his food, he was already on the floor and foaming at the mouth!
"Open cell B-34 and call and ambulance now!" The guard dropped the tray to help the prisoner.
When the ambulance arrived, the EMT's were ushered in. "We have to get him to a hospital STAT! His blood pressure is dropping and his pulse is fading!"
"Can't he just be transported to the infirmary here at the prison?" Warden Scotts asked when he finally arrived.
"Sir, if we don't get him to a hospital soon he is going to die!" The EMT stated.
"Fine, but you have to have two officers accompany you." Warden ordered, not at all happy about this unexpected turn of events. He also didn't like the fact that he had no control in this m
Mack had tried to call Sierra last night, to see if she was feeling any better, but she never answered. He tried to call her again this morning, while he ate a quick breakfast, again she didn't answer. He was headed out the door when his phone rang, it was Sierra. He quickly answered it. "FINALLY! What the hell took you so long to return my call?!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry, I was in the bath last night and was too tired to return your call, what's up?" He ran his hands through his hair, knowing that this was going to upset her. "Well your worst nightmare is at large!" He could practically feel her tension through the phone. "WHAT! How could that be, we just talked to him yesterday!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mack didn't need to tel lher who escaped, she already knew who it was and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach blossomed fully. "
Brent was in the process of seeing a doctor about a new face, when he saw a news bulletin plastering his photo all over the air! SHIT! He quickly looked around to see if anybody had recognized him. He was relieved to find that nobody had even been watching the news. He stood up and casually walked over to the television and turned it to another channel, without the nurses paying attention.He sat back down when a yound nurse, carrying a clipboard came into the lobby. "Mr. Tamaskas, the doctor will see you now."As Brent stood, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I've never done this before."She smiled back. "That's okay, now if you'll please follow me, we can get started."He followed the cute, young nurse down a long corridor. They entered into a room that had lettering on the door that red EXAM ROOM 3. "If you'll please wait here, someone will be right with you."
"Warden Scotts, is it true that Brent Cummings aka 'The God of Torture' has escaped from your facility?" The Warden was surrounded by reporters, when Sierra and Mack arrived. "No comment."Once they reached Warden Scotts, he ushered them inside the prison. At the stench that assaulted her nose, Sierra quickly cupped a cloth over her nose to dampen the smell. "Whew, was there a fire in here?""Unfortunately, yes." Warden answered without looking back. He didn't say another word until he entered his office."Okay Warden, spill it, what the hell happened here?" Mack asked, obviously trying top keep his temper under control."At around eight thirty this morning, the guards were handing out breakfast trays to the prisoners with special allergies When Officer Brooks arrived to Brent's cell he saw that he was having a seizure." Warden poured himself a tall glass of scotch. He slammed the first glass the
"Mr. Tamaskas, we are going to give you some anesthetic now. You will feel a slight burning sensation. Count backwards from ten, then we will be done in no time." The nurse was very polite while she explained the process to Brent, although he was going by Sean Tamaskas now.The nurse had already given him the anesthesia, so he started to count. "10...9...8...7-" He drifted off into a world that knew no boundaries."Okay people, let's get started." Dr. Blanch wanted ot be done in an hour and a half. He would be cutting it close, but he had some golf to play. "Keep an eye on him, I don't want him waking up the middle of surgery.""Okay Dr. Blanch."Dr. Blanch was working quickly at the task at hand, so he hadn't noticed the lengthy tissue damage. One of the nurses had to point them out before he slowed long enough to pay attention. "Dr. Blanch, I thought that the patient hasn't had this kind of sur
The waitress at the Dutch Apple Diner noticed a new face, so she put on her favorite perfume and most genuine smile. She was going to flirt before handing the stranger the menu. "Hey there handsome, my name is Pauline and I wil be your waitress this evening. Here is a menu, is there anything that I could get you while you decide what you'll have?"The stranger waited for a moment. He thought how easily it could be to snap her neck in seconds. He needed to lay low for now. "Hi, Pauline is it? What de ye recommend?" He asked as he flashed his pearly whites her way.Pauline blushed before answering. "I personally like the coffee, it has a French Vanilla flavor to it."The stranger noticed that the waitress was about 5'2", in her mid-thirties. He wasn't at all average either. She had long black hair that was pinned back by a few bobby pins. She was really attractive. "Well then, I will hav
The shrill ringing of a cell phone intruded Sierra's dreams. She begrudgingly answered the phone. "Hello?""Sierra, are you awake?" She hated Mack even more."I am now, what o you want Mack?""You sound like shit, didn't sleep very good last night?" He asked, obviously amused."I was sleeping fine until you interrupted me. What do you want?" She was in a very grumpy mood. She lied, she hasn't slept well at all."Well Warden Scotts wants to talk to you. It has to do wiht the riot at the prison. He has some new information."She let out a heavy exasperated sigh! "I will meet you there in twenty minutes." When she hung up the phone she laid there for a few minutes. She didn't bother dressing professionally today. She wore a pair of old faded jeans, sneakers and a V neck blue shirt. If she could get away with wearing sweats, she would have worn them.She h
Dr. Blanch arrived at the hospital around 6am, his first patient to check on was Mr. Tamaskas. He was curious as to why he didn't tell the nurse, or him for that matter, that he's had previous surgery. When the doctor had entered Mr. Tamaskas's room he found that the bed was empty. "Mr. Tamaskas, are you in here?" Dr. Blanch walked over to the closed bathroom door, he knocked a couple of times before opening the door. He found his patient in the shower stall with curtain drawn."Shut the door Dr. Blanch.""Mr. Tamaskas, are you feeling alright?" Dr. Blanch was starting to get a little alarmed."I am feeling great, I need you to do something for me. I need you to strip off all of your clothes, including your coat." Brent couldn't feel any pain with the adrenaline rushing through out his body. Killing was like breathing to him, he enjoyed it immensely."Why would I do that?" Dr. Blanch was slowly i
When the stranger awoke the next morning he was cover in blood and he had a throbbing headache. He looked around and found no more blood or a body. He stumbled into the bathroom and took a shower. He found a gash on the left side of his head right above his ear. He had no membory of last night, all he remembered was leaving the diner, getting a room at the hotel, that the waitress had mentioned. Then he went to the club.After he dressed, he realized that teh wallet that he had stolen, was now missing. He was going by the name of Ethan MacAllister, a wealthy salesman. He had a feeling that the waitress, Pauline, had probably taken it. That BITCH! She will pay now. After all he's been out of practice for far too long, it's time he killed somebody! He cleaned up the bed adn stitched himself. He went out of the room and down to the front desk, where he saw a really attractive young woman wearing a t