Trigger Warning: Violence!!!
The next morning was the doctor. If I had listened to Kayla on the drive there, I would have realized we weren’t going to school.
Instead, we drew up to the hospital. It was squat, dirty cream colored, and essentially a glorified square. There was some attempts at grass and greenery, but it remained a cement cube in a city.
The doctor was somewhat like that. He was dusty, old, white, and seemed to just stare at me. I tried to tell him about the man in green. I tried to tell him about the board game. The words choked up in me and I didn’t know how to start. How to begin, how to let it out.
I found tears streaming down my face and I pulled a tissue from the box.
“I’m upset,” I managed to say.
I got excused from final exams. My marks would be tallied from those of my year. I left the office, threw my tissues into the garbage, and sat in the waiting room with my unicorn. Kayla had said to wait for her here. She was doing some phone calls and would be with me soon.
I looked up when the door opened. It was not Kayla.
“Hey,” said the big man that was recognizable even without the ski mask or suit. He was in plain clothes and had a chiseled face that spelled danger. “Let’s go.”
AS the door swung shut behind him, I saw several other men out there. They had come for me in force. All four of them, for one little girl? Cowards. What more did they want from me? I had probably already digested the card and rendered it useless.
I guessed then that they wanted my death. They wanted to punish me for destroying the card. To make an example of me of sorts.
Well. I rose to my feet without thinking. I glared this big man down. Coward.
To my right, across the waiting room, the secretary was busy with her official business, picking up the phone to dial someone. I took a deep breath.
“Come, on,” said the man in a dangerous intone.
I marched out the door, a cold sense of purpose coming over me. I wanted revenge. I wanted to slaughter, main, kill, so badly it felt like I would burst from it. It was like a rising tide, a super-sense coming over me and making me tingle all over, like a volcano about to blow.
Out of the door I walked into the other three men. One placed a hand on my shoulders and, as a group, they began walking me out of the building.
“Hey! Hey!” Kayla had not been far, was just down the hallway. I heard her cry from behind us. In a glance over my shoulder, I saw her begin to run towards us, phone in hand and eyes wide. I could hear her shoes clop-clopping, but the men were faster. The one who had me by the arm took off, darting forward. I was lifted up in his arms. My unicorn fell out of my grasp, tumbling away.
In a blurr I saw the ceiling, was pressed into the mans’ shirt- and saw the two other men stay behind.
Something snapped in me. They were going to hurt Kayla. Innocent, stupid Kayla. My rage boiled over.
I heard myself screaming, and began kicking. I kicked the man who was carrying me in the face. I bit his hand. He did not slow. The exit sign flashed above us, and we were darting down the stairs.
I thrashed, but was over his shoulder now. The second man was in tow, and now we were bursting out the stairs into fresh air.
In the sprint across the flimsy grass, I screamed for all I was worth. I thrashed, bit wildly and gouged my fingers into eyes. The man stumbled. I was thrown and landed in a tumble and scrape on the asphalt.
I was on my feet, the world reeling into sharp focus. There was the man before me clutching his bloody face, another marching towards me, and two more coming out of the building.
Then, to the left, observing, the man in the green cloak.
I drew my keys from my pocket and gripped them tight. I was going to take out eyes. I was burning with my success, was powerful in my rage.
“I’m going to make sure you can’t hurt anyone else!” I heard myself declare. In a rush my vigilante streak was coming out. I’d get them for what they had done to mother. I’d get them so bad.
The man in green was walking over, just slightly faster than the other men. “Get behind me,” I heard him say as he stepped between me and them.
I hissed between my teeth, jumping to the side just in time to see the men collide.
The first man threw a punch, and the green-cloaked intruder dodged, then punched the first in the gut.
I gaped as the henchman doubled over. I was unhurt. The figment of my imagination was… fighting? I stood there and watched as the medieval man threw punches and my kidnappers landed on the asphalt.
Then, he turned to the man who was clutching his face. Bloody and still covering his face with a hand, the wounded man tottered up.
I screamed. “Kill him!”
The green cloaked man did not. Instead he stood back as the wounded man tottered towards the car. He was going to get away!
With a yell, I lunged forward, keys in hand like a knife. The wounded man grabbed my wrist and threw me at the car. I slammed against the back door. Hands gripped at me, and I was yanked forward and back, jolted between the two men who wrestled for me.
“Let her go!” growled the medieval man, and the henchman gave up. With a shrug he threw me towards the other, and jumped into the car. With a rev of the motor, he backed up the car out of the parking spot. I was pulled back and away, turned into the folds of the green cloak. In the distance, I heard the car driving away.
I squirmed and was let go. Stepping back in a stumble, I looked up at my rescuer. He was frowning down at me.
“You’re real!” I declared.
He paused. My gaze jumped from him to the henchmen on the asphalt. Where were my keys? Right there, where the car had been. I grabbed them up and –
“What are you doing?” the man asked, grabbing my shoulder to stop me.
I wrestled myself free only to be grabbed again. “They’re unconscious!” he insisted. “Don’t attack them!”
I wrestled, but he held me back by the scruff of my collar. I was almost out of my jacket when I heard the wailing of a siren. Security!
Then, I fell forward so suddenly that I hit the ground on my hands and knees. I looked up – and the man in green had vanished.