Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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   I scream and kick my foot, trying to get my ankle free. He grips harder then stands up and grabs my arms. I screech and try to get away, but his grip is so tight it’s causing my skin to go red.

“Please let me go!” I yell in his face.

“I’m not done with you yet, girl” He growls and forcefully pushing me back towards the surgical table.

“No! You can’t do this to me! Please, Dr. Saw! Don’t do this! I don’t want to be tortured again!” I cry out, pleading for mercy with wild fear in my eyes.

“You’re mine, girl, you will never get out” He growls, pushing his knee into my back, trying to get me back on the table.

“Please Dr. Saw! I won’t survive if you leave me here any longer!” I shout, still kicking and trying to get away. He throws me down back onto the table.

“No!” I scream.

Suddenly, the door flies open and dad runs into the room and pushes Dr. Saw to the floor.

“Screw you, Bronson!” Dr. Saw yells, struggling to stand up. Dad grabs the back of Dr. Saw’s neck, but he turns and punches dad in the face, making his nose even more out of place as it started to bleed. I just stand in the corner, terrified, in shock, not sure what to do. All I do is watch.
    Dr. Saw grabs dad and throws him against the wall. Dad slides down the wall, his shoulder frozen and internally bleeding. Dr. Saw lunges at me and pulls out a scalpel, and stabbing me in the abdomen. I scream and clench my ab, trying to stop the pain and bleeding. Dad stands up and pushes Dr. Saw, making him stumble back. Dad then grabs the back of Dr. Saw’s neck and throws him against the wall, over and over, knocking some of Dr. Saw’s teeth out and the side of his head starts to bleed. Dad pulls Dr. Saw towards him and throws him against the wall again, holding Saw’s throat and leans his face right in front of  Dr. Saw’s.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't break your freaking neck!” Dad growls, staring into Dr. Saw's eyes.

“You’ll never get out of here” Dr. Saw croaks, then spits out a tooth and grins.

Dad throws the back of Dr. Saws head into the wall again.

“You can’t kill me” Dr. Saw grins and shoves dad. I scream and clench my ab again, my hands getting covered in blood. Dr. Saw wipes off his mouth and punches Dad in the chin. Dad yells in pain and stumbles, holding his jaw.
Dad!" I scream. He looks back at me.

“C’mon Bronson, don’t wimp out now,” Dr. Saw snickers, holding up his fists. Dad stands up and goes in for a punch, but Dr. Saw dodges and kicks Dad. Dad swings another punch and hits Dr. Saw this time, knocking Saw out. Dad runs back over to me.

“Carnee, you okay?!” Dad shouts. I move my shaky hands away from my still bleeding stab wound, Dad looks closely at my wound, then looks back up at me.

“You’re going to be okay, baby” he says. "Come on" he says, grabbing my hand, getting my blood on his hands, and pulling me into the hall. We start running. My ab hurt and bled even more. I stop and clench my abdomen.

“I can’t keep going” I say, tears starting to fall from the pain.

“We have to go, Carnee, Dr. Saw is still alive, we have to go!” He says, pulling on my arm.

“No, I can’t…” I cry. He takes a deep breath and picks me up, hugging me tight. I was in pain, but this is the first time in a long time when I actually felt safe. The wound gushes. Dad looks down at me, I start losing consciousness and my face starts turning white. He sets me down on the floor and looks around.

“You’re going to be okay honey,” he says, patting my shoulder then running into a nearby room. I lay there, struggling to keep my eyes open, trying to stay awake. I know that if I close my eyes, I won't wake up. Dad comes running back to me. His jaw out of place and his nose still bleeding. He kneels down next to me and quickly tries to stitch up the wound, but it still leaks. He takes some gauze and wraps it around me.

“Hang in there Carnee, you’ll live” He says hoarsely, then picking me up. I lay motionlessly in his arms. I hear a door slam and Dr. Saw starts running towards us, his head still is bleeding, he stumbles towards us quickly. I lay my head back and moan.

“Stay with me, baby” Dad whispers and keeps running. Dr. Saw holds out a handgun.

“Hands up, Mr. Campbell” Dr. Saw growls, wiping the blood off his mouth again with his left hand, holding out the gun in his right. Dad turns, laying me down on the floor and putting his hands up. Dr. Saw sneers and walks towards us grinning.
  Dad growls and runs towards Saw. Dr. Saw gasps and shoots the gun, the bullet hitting dad in the left side of the chest. He gasps and collapses to the floor. I scream.

“DADDY!” I scream, weakly standing up and running up to Dr. Saw. He shoots me in the arm. I scream in agonizing pain. Dr. Saw pulls out a needle. I stand back up and sprint up to him and head-butt him in the gut.

“Oof!” He yells out and falls to the floor. I grab the needle and jab it into his neck, injecting the liquid.

“Damn you child!!” Dr. Saw yells as his veins carry the liquid through his body and he passes out. I don’t know if the medicine was lethal or just a sedative. I look down at my arm, and put my fingers into the wound. I scream and pull out the bullet. It wasn’t too deep. It barely hit me, but my arm still hurts and bleeds. I run back to dad, who was laying on the floor moaning. The bullet just missed his heart.

“Dad!” I shout and slide across the floor next to him. I kneel next to him. His breathing deep and slow. My eyes go wide when I see the blood dripping from his chest. blood bled from his chest.

“Daddy…” I start to cry. He breathes deeply and looks up at me, his eyes were serious and fearful, but calm.

“Get out of here, baby” he says quietly.

“Dad, I won’t leave you” I say, tears streaming down my face. He slowly reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face and rubs his thumb across my cheek.

“I’m not going to make it… You have to get out of here Carnee. Don't be scared” he says, staring into my eyes. He was serious. He was afraid, but confident. His voice was soft and shaky. I can tell he’s having trouble talking and breathing. His lungs were weak and his breaths were uneven.

“Daddy… We’re almost out… You must get up” I cry, grabbing one of his hands and squeezing it.

“Carnee… I’m too weak. I’m bleeding out... The bullet hit me right in the lung, I can hardly breath. I'm going to bleed to death. I’m not going to make it… I don't have much time left. You have to get out of here alone” He stutters. I put my hand against his chest. His heartbeat is slow and his breathing unsteady. He’s losing blood quickly, a small puddle of blood starts to form below him. I cry harder, my tears burn my eyes.

“Daddy please…” I cry. Tears dripping from my eyes onto his chest.

“Daddy, please get up, I can't leave without you, I won't leave you!” I whisper, the tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Carnee, I can’t. Leave me here. Get out of here now, you have to go, go on without me” he says. I shake my head quickly. I pat his chest. His heart slowing down even more. It's getting weaker.

“Dad” I cry, staring down at him. I can barely see and my tears feel like acid.

“Carnee, you know I love you. You know you’re my baby. I love you so much Carnee. You're everything to me. But you have to be strong, you have to get out. I’m not going to make it sweetheart, I'm dying, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I will be leaving you. I failed you. I love you, but you have to get out, I promise everything will be okay, don't be afraid of death, baby. I'll always be with you, I promise. Get out, don't be scared” He says even quieter, his breaths shorter and weak. His heart beats so slow. Small tears leak from his eyes and roll down the sides of his face. I cry harder.

“Daddy… Please, I love you, please don't give up” I whisper, the tears flowing so hard I can barely see. Soft tears start to drip out of dad’s eyes as he looks up at me.  

"I won't make it, you have to go now" he whispered.

“Dad please, stay with me. I love you. I'm scared. I need you, I depend on you, I can't live without you. I can't make it out of here without you” I whisper, crying hard, keeping my hand against his chest, getting his blood on my hands. His heart's slowing down. It's beats are faint and weak. I cry even harder. I sob and blink my eyes tight. My eyes haven't left the view of dad.

“You can” he whispers softly, brushing his hand across my face, trying to wipe my tears, weakly stroking my cheek. His heart's taking it’s final beats.

“No.. Dad… Please…” I whisper, crying uncontrollably, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly, my other hand still on his chest.

“I’m sorry… It’s okay now…” Dad whispers.

“Daddy” I cry hard.

“It’s okay,” he says, looking up into my eyes, nodding weakly, then laying his head down on the floor.

“I love you,” he whispers, taking his final breath. His heart taking it’s final beat, then stopping.

  I stare at him, my heart breaking into a million pieces. I feel like someone smashed my heart like it was fragile glass, it's completely shattered. My heart aches in sorrow, my chest feels agonizing with heartache.

“Dad” I say, my tears almost blinding me. I hold his hand tighter, squeezing it tightly. I start hysterically crying.

“Dad, no…” I whisper, holding his hand tightly, his hand is starting to get cold, his skin starting to go pale from his blood no longer circulating. My tears drip onto his hand as I hold it tightly. I squeeze his hand and close my eyes tight in sorrow. I can hardly breathe, this is too hard for me. My chest felt squeezed and my heart was aching. I open my eyes again and see his lifeless body. I cry even harder, crying the hardest I've ever had.

“Daddy please…” I whisper again, gently leaning over and kissing his forehead.

“Please daddy” I whisper. Tears streaming down my face and making my eyes burn.

“Please” I say one more time. I lean down and kiss his forehead again, carefully setting his hand down, then gently close his eyes.

“I love you” I whisper, my tears streaming, kissing his forehead once more, then slowly standing up. I look down the hallway, where Dr. Saw still lies motionlessly.

   I look back down at Dad’s dead body, my eyes filling with even more tears. I lean down and kiss him one more time on the forehead, then slowly walking down the hall, then clenching my tummy, it’s still bleeding a little. I keep walking. Tears flowing from my eyes. I’m almost completely blinded by tears. I go into the basement of the hospital, disabling the fire emergency system. I look around and see more files. I walk over and look through them. "Dr. Dave Jonson, committed murders and torture to patients. Got away from jail sentences free" It said. I kept looking through them. "Dr. Lana Jonson, daughter of Dave Jonson. Sadistic and sinister. Dangerous. Surgeon. Murdered tons of patients at hospital" it read. I kept looking, and finally found Dr. Saw's file. "Duncan Saw. Surgeon. Killed countless people. Suffers from multiple personality disorder. Three personalities recorded. The evil, the neutral, and the lustful. Unpredictable and dangerous" it read. I never even met the lustful personality, and I'm glad I didn't. I stare at the files, jaw dropped. I found an article about the hospital. "Massacre at mental hospital. All evil surgeons ganged up, killing all the good doctors and killing every single patient. No one made it out alive, and the surgeons who killed were never arrested. Still out there killing. Whereabouts unknown. Hospital known to be closed." It read. My jaw drops and my eyes went wide. They've been here, kidnapping people and torturing them for years and no one has stopped them! They just kept killing!
  I drop all the files on the floor, looking around, t hen grabbing a few gas cans and matches. I go back upstairs and start spilling the gasoline on the floor, trying to spill it on highly flammable objects. My heart aches for dad, but I start losing my emotions and felt nothing.
   I walk out of the hospital. I stand outside, finally feeling free, letting the fresh air enter my lungs, feeling the amazing freedom, but I don't feel so free... Dad died and didn't make it out. My heart still aches as I’m still thinking of Dad. I take another deep breath just for dad.  I look up at the blue sky, hoping Dad’s looking down on me. Dad's in heaven... I hope he's okay. I miss him so bad. It's been too long already. I hope dad's safe in heaven with mom and Claire. I hope he's okay, looking down upon me.
   I take a deep breath, and I light a match, and throw it in the puddle of gasoline, it goes up in flames. I step back and I stare at the hospital as it burns. I breathe deeply, letting the air enter and fill my weak lungs. My eyes stopped dropping tears. I've cried so hard that it's impossible for my eyes to cry any more. I have no tears left. I stand there for hours, unable to move,  just watching the hospital burn.

Later, I hear sirens of ambulances, police cars and fire trucks. I just stand there, tears starting to drop from my eyes again, and my abdomen starts to bleed again. Firefighters run up to the hospital with fire hoses. I just stand there blankly. Police officers and paramedics run up to me.

“Hello?! Girl, can you hear me? Are you okay?” A paramedic says, running up behind me. His voice sounded distant, my vision was getting blurry. I just continue to stare at the burning hospital.

“You’re bleeding! You need medical assistance right away!” The paramedic says, grabbing my shoulder. I shake his hand away. I just stare at the hospital, still thinking of dad.

“Miss, what happened here? What is your name?” An officer asks. I ignore them. "What happened, what happened to you?" they asked again. Again, I ignored them. I hear the sirens, police radios, the sound of water gushing out of the hoses. I just stand there, frozen. A paramedic grabs my hand and walks me over to an ambulance and immediately starts inspecting my wounds. I still stare at the hospital.

“Girl, what is your name? How old are you? What happened?!” They continue to ask.

“Carnee Campbell. I'm seventeen” I whisper. The flames get extinguished, and the firefighters go in. The paramedics  try to make me sit down on the bumper of the ambulance, but I shake them off and stand there, staring at the hospital. They sigh and put an oxygen mask over my face, just letting me stand there.

They take one body under a sheet on a trolley out of the building. They walk it up to me.

“Miss, do you know who this is?” A paramedic asks, pulling the sheet down. Dad's body. Untouched by the fire. I look at it and my heart thumps hard against my chest, making it impossible to breathe. I start to cry and hyperventilate, breathing fast and staring at dad.  I throw the mask off my face and cry hard. My heart thumps against my chest, hard, and my lungs struggle to take in air.

“My father… Bronson Campbell...” I whispered, tears starting to flow from my eyes again. I cry hard, feeling faint. They take the body into a different ambulance, I watch them carefully load the trolley in the back and close the doors. I close my eyes and cover my face with my bloody hands.

“Who did this to you?” They ask. I start getting real dizzy and tired and drained.

“An evil man…The man who did all this to me... Duncan Saw.” I say softly, starting to get really drowsy, like my world was ending.

"Who else was in the building?" they ask.

"Me, my father, and the madman that did this to me" I whisper. "I don't know if anyone else was in there."

“Uh sir,” on of the fire-fighters say to the chief, “we can’t find the other body, its missing" he says.

I get drowsier and start feeling dizzy and faint. My heart beats hard and I pass out onto the ground.

Everything was light. I followed the light. It was so... Beautiful. I followed the light, it was irresistible to just ignore. It was like it was the way to the most beautiful thing in the world, just waiting ahead of me. I reached to the light. I followed the light and everything felt warm and peaceful. I followed the light and I saw clouds ahead, I kept walking, till dad appeared in front of me. He looked peaceful and happy. He was wearing a nice suit. His scars were gone, his skin was glowing, his wrinkles and gray hair was gone. He had a healthy weight.His leg was normal again, it wasn't prosthetic. He looked content, like how he was before he was trapped in the hospital. He looked happy. He slowly walked up to me, the sunlight shining off of him. He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him with a blank expression.
"Dad.... Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm okay sweetheart, I promise, everything is alright" dad said.
"Dad... I'm really scared" I whispered.
"Don't be scared baby, everything is going to be okay, I promise" he said softly.
"Dad, I'm terrified" I whispered. He pulls me in to a tight hug.
"Everything is gonna be alright Carnee" he said.
"But you're dead, I can't continue life without you" I said, bursting out crying.
"Yes you can sweetheart, and I'm not dead, I've just passed on to my next life" he said, stepping back, but he holds my hand.
"I don't know how to go on..." I whispered.
"I will guide you in spirit baby. I will always and forever be here for you" he said.
"I'm so scared... I miss you so badly" I cried, tears rolled down my cheeks. Dad wiped my tears away.
"I miss you too baby, but know that I'm there, and I'm here for you, I will always be close by." he said.
"I need to see you for real" I cried. Dad continued to wipe my tears.
"I am here for you, and I will always be there. Call out to me, talk to me, and I will listen. I will help you through any struggles in your life. I'm here for you Carnee, everything will be alright, I promise" he said.
"I still don't think I can make it through this..." I cried.
"Carnee, I know in my heart that you can. I have faith in you, you'll be okay sweetheart. I promise" he said.
"Dad, I want to be with you, I want to be here with you, mom and Claire...." I cried.
"You will see us again someday, we will reunite one day Carnee, but now is not your time" he said.
"I want to be in heaven with you, where everything is peaceful" I cried, he still wiped my tears and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Not yet Carnee. It's not your time to come to heaven just yet, you have a whole life ahead of you, it is not your time to come to heaven" he said.
"But-"
"Shhhhhhhhh" he shushed me, putting a finger against my lips and wiping another tear from my cheek.
"But Dad, I don't know how to go on without you... What if someone comes and tries to hurt me again..." I whispered, my heart beating fast inside my chest. My heart longs to be with dad.
"You can go on, I will guide you. No one will try to hurt you again, I will make sure of that" he said.
"Daddy..." I said, still crying.
"Everything is okay sweetie. Look, all my scars are gone, and I'm back to the way I used to be. Claire and mom are here with me, and they are watching over you too. We're safe. And you will be too. Keep living life Carnee. My life on earth is over, but yours it just beginning. Everything will be okay Carnee, trust me" he said.
"I'm afraid to go on" I said.
"Let go and continue on Carnee." he said. "Everything is okay, I promise."
"I'm gonna miss you too much" I say quietly.
"You'll miss me but eventually let me go. It's okay" he said. "Time for you to go." he said, holding my hands, stroking my fingers with his thumb.
"I don't want to leave! I'm scared! I don't want to leave you!" I burst out crying again.
"You have to go now Carnee, don't be scared, I will always be with you" he said, giving me a big warm hug, running his hand through my hair, then stepping back and kissing my forehead.
"This is goodbye Carnee, but I promise, I will always be with you and everything will be alright" he said.
"I don't want this to be goodbye" I cried.
"Goodbye doesn't mean gone forever Carnee. We will reunite one day" he said, wiping the last of my tears. "Farewell Carnee" he whispered. Everything went completely bright. Dad was swallowed by the light and everything was completely white.

I slowly open my eyes, my body was in a whole lot of pain. I’m lying in a bed in the ambulance. An oxygen mask on my face and a blood iv connected to my arm. I also had a heart monitor hooked up to me, it beeps slowly. A paramedic that was sitting next to me looks at me and holds my hand. I look up at him, my eyes felt heavy and my head hurt.

“You’re in an ambulance sweetie, your heart stopped but we brought you back to life. We're taking you to a hospital now, you're safe.” they said. A tear drips from my eye, thinking of dad. Dad's gone. He didn't make it, he risked his life for me and Dr. Saw may still be alive, but no one knows for sure. I made it out, but dad didn't get out alive, he's dead. My heart beats hard, slamming against my rib cage. The monitor beeps fast. I think of dad, my heart starts to ache. He sacrificed his life for me. And now he's gone. Another tear drips from my eye. Tears started to flow down the sides of my face, my heart was beating fast in sorrow. The monitor beeped quickly with the rhythm of my heart.  I stare up at the paramedic with begging and terrified eyes. He grabs my hand and gently holds it. I squeeze his hand tightly. The paramedic looks at me in concern. "You're going to be okay" he says. I look up at him, tears streaming down my face. The paramedic rubs his thumb against my hand and frowns.

“You’re okay now baby”