Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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I get bored of looking at the list of evil people to hunt down, so I leave Dad with Dr. Saw in the room. I wander out into the hall, grabbing some washcloths and searching for a sink. I got miraculously got feeling back in my hands, i can flex my fingers again, but not perfectly. They often get stiff, but I'm glad that my hands are not numb anymore.  I finally find an old kitchen with blood everywhere and a very decayed corpse on a butcher table. I put on a surgical mask, rubbing the inside with alcohol, just to block out the foul smell. I'm not scared however; I have grown used to the sight of this stuff. I've seen enough dead bodies and blood that it doesn't frighten me anymore. Though, if it was my blood, that's a different story.
        Stepping over to the sink, I turn on the water, using it to dampen the washcloths and to rinse away dried blood. Then I wipe away every surface in my sight, washing away blood, dirt, and whatever other messes the tortures in here created. After the kitchen is cleansed of blood, I pull on black chemical-resistant gloves and begin to collect body parts, tossing them into a large waste-bin I had found under the sink. It's gross, but not scary anymore. After I collected as many parts as I could, I walk back down the hall. I step into my old torture room. I freeze in the doorway. I hesitate as all of the horrible memories start flooding back into my mind. I look around.           There's still doctor Jonson's picture on the wall. I stomp over to the wall and pluck off doctor Jonson's picture off the wall and stare at it. I grow enraged and rip up the picture into shreds and throw the pieces on the floor. I growl and step on the shreds of the photograph.
  I walk over to the surgical table I was strapped to. My dry blood was still all over it, I look closer, my wisdom teeth still laying on the table. I touch the soft gums  with my tongue of where they used to be. I close my eyes and look down. When I open my eyes again, I see Claire's corpse on the floor, her hand still against the gash of her sliced open throat, her eyes were closed in an afraid expression, as she's still laying in a puddle of blood. I slowly walk over to her dead body, and drop to my knees, my knees getting red with the blood stains on the floor. I take my face mask off and pull of my gloves.  I kiss my hand and put it against her fore-head. Tears start to well up in my eyes, and start dripping on the floor.
   "I'm sorry" I whisper to her. Her death is my fault. She came to save me from my horrible fate, and she was killed. It's my fault.
    I hear footsteps down the hall. Dad walks up to the doorway, his expression turns to sadness and deep sorrow when he sees me kneeling on the floor next to Claire. I look up, tears still in my eyes. I stand up and dad gives me a big hug and kisses my forehead. I look down at her once more. I loved Claire, she was sweet to dad and I, and she was family. But she's gone. My real mom is gone and so is Claire, my step-mom. All my dad and I have is each other. Most of the rest of the family live kinda far away. Dad holds my hand and leads me down the hall. We enter an old locker room. Dad grabs a clean white sheet and grabs my hand again, and we travel back down the hall. Doctor Saw steps in front of us.
"What are you doing?" He asks in curiosity. Dad looks down. I hold his hand.  
"Nothing, just, never mind. Just go back to work" Dad says. Doctor Saw nods and walks to the staircase and goes upstairs. I look up at dad. We walk back to my old torture room. Dad bends down and kisses Claire's forehead and covers her body with the sheet. Dad nods at me and picks her up we walk downstairs. I look at a sign, it points to a crematorium. I point down the hall and dad follows.
    We enter a room with tables, surgical equipment and cremators. Dad carefully puts Claire's body down on a table and removes the sheet. He grabs a needle and tread and sews up the cut in her neck. I watch. I brush her hair softly with an old comb I found. We clean off the blood off of her and put her in a clean shirt and pants. She looks a bit better now, a bit more peaceful...
Dad gestures to her to say goodbye. I nod. I walk up to her, and kiss her fore-head.
"I love you Claire" I whisper, tears falling from my eyes. I look over at dad, tears in his eyes too. He puts a hand on my shoulder.
"It's my fault" I whisper. Dad sighs.
"Carnee, sweetie, it's not your fault. We wanted to save you. She loved you a lot Carnee and she saw you as a daughter. She often told me how amazing you are. We made her so happy. She enjoyed life with us, it wasn't anyone's fault but Doctor Saw's that she died." he said. "Just think though, Carnee, she's in a better place, her soul is not trapped in this hospital anymore, she's safe now, she's....." he hesitated. "She's in heaven now, like your mom, they are both safe and free from pain now" he said, tears fell from his eyes.
"I miss them so much daddy" I said, bursting into tears. Dad pulls me into a hug and stroking my hair.
"I miss them too baby, I miss them too" he whispered.
"Why did this have to happen, dad? How come everyone around us dies somehow..." I whispered.
"I don't know sweetie.... That's life, people live, and people die. That's just how life works. Some people live longer than others, we can't control that." he said softly, still hugging me tightly.
"Why them, dad? We needed them...." I whispered. We both cried harder.
"They were both very sweet people, honey, heaven needed them more...." he said quietly. I cried really hard. I looked over at Claire and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry Claire, I miss you...." I whispered.
   I step into the hallway, I should give dad some time alone with her. She was his wife after all. Of course he'd want some time to tell her his goodbyes alone.
   A few minutes later I come back into the room. Dad lifts Claire's body onto the table of a cremation chamber. He brushes his hand against her fore-head, giving her a kiss, then pushing her inside and slowly closing the door. I step up beside him. He hesitates, then pushes the button for firing. He both stand there silently in sorrow. We stand there for a few moments and mourn, then walk over to a shelf with empty urns. Dad picks a beautiful silver one with leaves engraved in it. Later he collects the ashes and puts them in the urn. I wipe away the rest of my tears and go upstairs. I return to the kitchen and grab some cleaning supplies and clean the hallways. I mop the floors. The mop water turns to a red-brown colour. All this makes me want to vomit, I hold it back and keep cleaning. I think dad's still downstairs still mourning Claire. Poor dad. Both of his wives are gone. I feel so bad for him, but I can't do much about it. I sigh. Doctor Saw walks up behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder, startling me, I didn't notice he was there at first.
"Sorry kid" He says quietly. I hang my head. He pats my shoulder. I sigh heavily and wipe my eyes.
"I guess you can call me Duncan" Doctor Saw says. Duncan.... I nod. He goes down the hall and disappears past the corner.
I clean a bit in the halls. Later, I go into the lounge to take a break. Dad finally walks in. He sits down quietly without saying a word. I rest a while and go back into the hallways. I walk back into my old torture room. I throw all the photographs and body parts into a plastic bag. I hear the door creek and whip around, I don't see anyone. The room is quite dim. I feel an arm wrap around my neck. I panic as I hear a voice in my ear.
"Quiet" the voice says. I look over, it's doctor Saw. He holds up  a needle and stabs it into my neck. I screech, falling into his arms.
"Please" I say, starting to get drowsy "why? What are you doing? What have you done to me?" I say quietly, pleading for mercy. He keeps his expression stern but afraid.
"Why?" I say, falling into his arms and passing out.