I look over at the doctor. "What?"
"Will you please listen to me?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Of course not. Why would I do such a thing?"
The doctor doesn't reply. Perfect. Some peace and quiet.
Now, I'm sure you're probably wondering what I think about all of these...events that have just taken place. Well, haha...it's not the easiest thing to describe. I think my best description for it would be, expected. Not that I was expecting to be stabbed in the stomach by a girl that I thought I was saving, but I've just gotten used to the whole 'I try to be nicer than usual, and it comes back to kick me in the---'
"Boss!" a voice cries.
I shift my gaze over to the doorway to see---well, actually, I have no idea what his name is. I knew it earlier---or maybe I didn't...I can't remember. Anyway, he's staring at me as if I should recognize him.
"Am I your boss?"
The man says nothing for a moment. He gives me a blank stare. He looks guilty about something. What could that be? Wait---this guy...he's going to. Oh no.
"No---well, technically---you're my superior, sir."
"Who are you?"
"I don't need last names," I snap. "What are you here for? You're a techie, right?"
"Well, if you want to call it---"
"Why are you here?"
"Do you start every sentence with well?"
"Good. Now why are you here?"
"You see, sir, I'm here for two reasons."
I raise my hand. "Don't start every sentence with an opener. Just cut to the chase, please. I'm a 'dying' man."
George cracks a smile. "Good one, sir." His smile weakens. Just then I notice there's something in his jacket pocket. Something big. A gun? "It's about---"
"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" I ask with a frown.
George's eyes widen. His smile disappears all together.
Suddenly, blood shoots out from George's shoulder. He hits the ground with a thud and a groan. My eyes shoot across the room to the doorway. An arm is peaking around the corner, and it's clutching a gun tightly. The doctor, who had been previously filling out paperwork, hits the deck.
George's attacker walks in through the doorway. Oh. It's just Randall.
"Scared me there, bud," I say with a smile. "Thanks for the save. I was sure that at any minute he was going to---"
Randall points the gun at the doctor and fires. The gunshot is so loud I cringe in shock. What the---did he just---what's going on?!
"Whoa whoa!" I yell. "What are you doing?! I don't like doctors either but you can't just---"
"This is no time for your wit, Mendrick!!" Randall yells angrily, shoving the pistol right into my chest.
I stare into his eyes, and it hits me. Randall. He's here to kill me.
I focus my vision on the gun, that is pressing hard against my chest. "What are you doing?" I ask slowly, my voice trembling slightly.
Randall's face expresses regret, but he swallows it. "I'm going to kill you," he says with a frown.
Randall says nothing for a few seconds. "I have to. I have no other choice."
"You always have a choice, Randall. Why are you making this one?"
Randall glares at me. "I don't have a choice. The Knight---he---I---"
"Talk to me, Randall!!"
Randall shuts his eyes, and clenches his jaw. "The day he captured me...he knocked me out cold. But I woke up a little while before you came. He told me that he was going to kill my brother, my family. He said he was going to kill everyone that I care about. He said that unless I did what he wanted, he would kill everyone that I care about. I didn't have any other choice! It's you, or everyone else I---"
He stops talking. A tear glides down his cheek. I had never seen Randall cry before. Heck. I didn't even know Randall had tear glands.
"The Knight's dead, Randall," I say slowly. "You don't have to worry about him."
Randall laughs. "That's what you'd like to think. But he's more alive than ever! That man that you fought wasn't the Knight. The Knight left a little while before you arrived!"
My eyes widen. Oh crap. He's still...never mind that. First things first, get out of this alive.
"Randall, listen. I can fix this, okay?"
"You can't fix anything!!" he yells angrily. He slaps me with the butt of the gun, and grabs me by my shirt. He pulls me close and whispers sharply, "I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to die. It's just the way it is, Mendrick. I can't change any of that!"
I grab a hold of his shirt and pull him closer. "Alone you can't, but I can help you! Hart, stop and think about what you're doing---"
"I've already killed two people, I can't---"
"Only one," a voice says.
Suddenly, a hand drives a knife right into Randall's neck. Randall grabs a hold of the knife and starts to scream, but his voice dies into nothing but a choke. He collapses onto the ground, dead.
I look up to see George, breathing hard, and clutching a large, bloody bullet wound in his shoulder.
I take a deep breath.
There's silence for a while. Almost an entire memorial service for Randall Hart. The man who was trying so hard to be human, and normal. But once he uncovered human nature, he realized that all that he had been searching for was lust, greed, and selfishness. Unfortunately, it was too late. It had already corrupted him. And all that is left of him is an almost silent choke that is still barely perceptible, and I'm sure will still ring in my ear for the rest of my life.