HELL'S NIGHT II
CHAPTER 28- EUTHANASIA
“If you have a plan, now’s the time to put it into action,” Tony yelled over the alarm to Dr. Loomis, who turned his head and strained his face attempting to hear him.
Along with Barry, the three men had been running side by side down the hallway shouting for Madison at the top of their lungs, kicking open every closed door along the way. Unfortunately, so far, they had found nothing.
“I plan for Michael Myers to commit suicide tonight,” Loomis replied without hesitation, emotion or even a hint of sarcasm.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tony answered, surprised as they rounded a corner and headed down an adjacent hallway.
“You mean euthanasia?” Barry asked, appearing to comprehend Loomis’s remark as he tried to keep up with them. “Like some Dr. Kevorkian shit?”
“Exactly. Assisted suicide. Barry, I asked for your help earlier. Now, you must show me where they keep the drugs to make the deadly mixture,” Loomis explained.
“That’s illegal in this state, doctor. I wouldn’t even have the slightest clue as to what you need,” Barry responded, sounding distraught.
“No, you may not, but I do,” Loomis informed him. “I’ve been studying this practice for years in preparation for this night. All I ask of you is to show me to the room and gain access if possible.”
Barry initially hesitated, but gave in, knowing this was their best and maybe only chance of stopping that maniac. “Well...we have to get up to the top floor, and the stairs is our only option. All the elevators shut down automatically when I hit the alarm for Code Black, the same as they would for a normal fire alarm.”
“We won’t have much time to set up,” Loomis said aloud to no one in particular as the others simply nodded in agreement.
“You two go,” Tony insisted as the three men came to halt at the end of the hall. “I’ll find Madison and we’ll buy you some time and lure Michael upstairs. It’s us he’s after anyway, so I’m sure he’ll follow.”
“I think it would be better if we stick together,” Barry suggested, not too sure of this new plan.
“It’s the only way!” Tony demanded, screaming over the deafening alarm. “Plus Loomis said there was help on the way, so we at least have a way out if things don’t go right. Now don’t argue with me! You’re wasting time in preparing the juice and in me finding my girl!”
No one spoke for the next few seconds. The alarm continued to practically blow out their ear drums, but all three knew this was the way to go.
“We’ll be ready for you,” Loomis shouted, and without saying another word, grabbed Barry’s wrist and dragged him toward the stairwell.
Madison could not believe her eyes as she stared at the horror in front of her. Michael Myers, who had been unrelenting in his quest all night long, was standing tall over the mangled, unrecognizable body of one of the nurses, clutching an ax up against his chest.
She couldn’t think as she stared at the blood dripping from the edge of the ax, hoping and praying that she would not be next. The annoying alarm continued to whine all around them, making Madison’s head throb in pain.
The red lights placed strategically throughout the hospital bathed the entire area in a gloomy haze of burgundy as Michael, more determined than ever, just stood there, waiting for his prey to make the first move.
And Madison did.
Turning away, she immediately bolted for the exit, rushing past the empty nurse’s station and abandoned guard’s post bound for the main doors. However, when she got there, she was shocked to see it wouldn’t open.
Behind her, Michael slowly took his first few steps forward, brandishing the ax at his side as he stepped over the corpse beneath him.
Madison struggled with the doors, screaming at the top of her lungs until she noticed why it wouldn’t open.
The door was barricaded shut. From the outside.
Her eyes widened in terror. She couldn’t believe it, but she knew exactly how it had happened. She also knew that she was trapped.
Pushing the door one last time in vain, Madison spun back around just in time to spot a blur swinging toward her head. Out of sheer instinct, she dropped to the floor, and Michael buried his ax into the wall.
“HELLLLLP!” she shouted, sprawling backward away from The Shape. However, her cries were useless, and could never be heard over the alarm.
By the time Michael yanked his ax out of the wall, Madison was already back on her feet and running as fast as she could down the opposite corridor. Undeterred, Myers slowly started forward after her.
What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna go? Madison thought, desperately trying to figure out what to do. With a million ideas racing through her head, she wasn’t quite sure which one was the best. She tried screaming at the top of her lungs repeatedly, but after a while, she realized no one would hear her and just stopped.
Come on, think, there has to be another way out of here, she considered, wondering where in the hell another exit might be.
It was all she could do to keep her distance from Michael. When she reached the end of one hallway, she would turn and continue down another. She couldn’t shake him no matter what. It was like Myers knew every inch of the facility.
It suddenly dawned on her that maybe there was a back door at the far end of the place, maybe an employee’s entrance or something. With no other options, she made a bee-line back down the corridor, but when she turned the corner, she lost her footing and rolled her ankle, falling right on her face.
Yelping in pain, Madison immediately clutched her lower leg and realized she was soaking wet. Rolling over to her back, she saw why. There was a huge puddle of blood spread across the floor, leading directly from the utility room.
Covered in crimson, she looked up and saw Michael standing at the end of the hall, just staring at her. Not moving, just staring.
Scrambling across the floor, Madison managed to slide open the door to the utility room, but immediately wished she hadn’t.
As it slid open, she found herself at ground level, staring face-to-face with D.J. Starks. Or what was left of him. There was a large, bloody part down the middle of his face, with half of his head on one side of the floor, and half on the other. His skull was shattered, and his brains were oozing out onto the floor. Madison coughed and dry-heaved repeatedly, hoping she could keep from throwing up. At that point, it was clear that the blood she’d slipped on was his.
Breathing heavy and with her heart racing, she pushed the door closed and glanced back down the hall. While the Code Black continued, Michael was walking toward her, slowly pacing his way past each of the red lights, which showered his pale mask in an eerie shade of scarlet each time he passed one.
Unable to get to her feet, and in intense pain, Madison started to cry, the tears washing away some of the blood in tiny lines down the side of her face.
She was just about ready to give up, when a familiar voice called out from behind her.
“Madison! Oh my god...MADISON!!!”
It was Tony.
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