Doctor Plague #5: A Doctor's Armory [CVU]
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We found both of them in the barn, barely alive. It looked like Vince stopped breathing for a minute, his tongue was swollen, but he was okay. Randall wasn't too worse off. The wounds on their chests weren't deep, but they were covered in some sort of... fluid. The nutjob we have down at the station keeps calling it medicine.
You think he has anything to do with the waitress and Corey?
Probably tested the stuff on the girl and made his perfect batch during that week in Rotenburg. Poor Corey was just victim numero uno. Looks like the stuff got weaker as it aged throughout the next few days.
Probably didn't have a good way of storing it.
Wait, he's waking up.
"Randy!"
"Charlie? Where am I?"
"Toten's very own Mother's. We got you and Vince here as soon as we found you up at the Sanderson Place,"
"Vince?" Randy looked around. He saw his fellow officer watching some wrestling jargon on TV.
"Heya Randy," Vince waved.
"Charlie, tell me what happened,"
"You wanna talk to the doctor first?" the officer still in uniform pointed at the physician next to him.
"Later. What happened to that man? I thought he killed both of us,"
"Nah, you're too hard-headed to die like that," Charlie peeked over his shoulder at the doctor, who showed himself out. "He's just some quack, lost his medical license or something,"
"So is he down at the station?"
Charlie nodded.
"Take me there. Now."
"So let me get this straight, you worked at a mental ward in upstate New York, kept losing faith in the system, and went out on your own to heal everyone around you?"
"That's right Mr. Cumberfield,"
"Larry is fine,"
"Alright, Larry,"
Vince's deputy leaned back into his chair, watching the handcuffed 'doctor' like a hawk. They were separated by a typical metal office table. No one else was at the station besides Levi, who had just gotten back from a 36-hour shift and needed a nap. So far, Larry hadn't needed to use the whole 'good cop, bad cop' schtick. The man seemed eager to answer any and all questions, albeit in a strangely robotic fashion.
"So what's in that concoction that you used to paralyze two sheriffs I work with and kill a coworker of mine?"
"Various chemical compounds common to hospital environments, as well as other materials I made myself when the accumulation became too difficult,"
"Various meaning..."
"Any number of local anesthetics to provide a numbing agent to the injection points, for there are many. Pre-mixed cefazolin compounds for antiseptic and antibacterial usage. Decadron steroids to keep the body from inflaming and causing harm to itself. They are common drugs,"
"And the paralytic?"
"Succinylcholine, possibly the most dangerous but necessary for the paralysis to take effect. It is very strong,"
"And this cocktail, how much do you think is inside just one shot?"
"Enough to kill a man, especially the succinylcholine. The muscles inside the chest collapse and go into a state of complete paralysis - including those in the diaphragm and lungs. That is how surgery is done, sometimes. It is highly dangerous. But it is necessary for drawing out the devils,"
"You keep mentioning these... devils. What are they again? Are you some kind of religious fanatic?"
At this point, the 'doctor' laughs.
"No no, we make our own gods to follow. But what is real are the devils we conjure inside of ourselves too. Sickness, famine, hate, lust, war, every negative emotion ever conceived by mankind manifests as a spirit that dwells underneath the skin. I see you are no stranger to them," he points at Larry's arm. "I see them even now,"
"I don't see anything,"
"That is because you are still sick, my friend,"
"Listen, I'm not sick and I'm not your friend. You killed a buddy of mine in Rotenburg and almost killed two more at the Sanderson Place. What I want to know is how many more you were willing to kill just to play your insane game,"
The 'doctor' stopped smiling.
"I am no killer,"
"Sure seem like one to me,"
"That is simple filler,"
"You're not taking this seriously, so I'll just get someone else for you to talk to, you've heard of this right - good cop bad cop?"
The 'doctor' started chewing on something in his mouth as Larry came over around the table, fixing to leave. He saw his guest spit something onto the handcuffs.
"What are you doing - you took a metahuman screening, you don't have acidic spit,"
Without saying anything, the 'doctor' managed to muscle through the floor shackles, breaking them with contemptuous ease. He forced his way behind Larry and dragged himself and his prisoner to the floor, handcuffs at the throat. The chain between them cut deeper and deeper into Larry's airway, both suffocating and butchering him.
Where, oh where, in the dark city there
Do you see a single blade of grass?
I find them crawling, from a back-alley mauling
Like fingers beyond the looking glass
Embraced by a film, as the lights now grow dim
It is time, now, for evening mass
Larry tried gasping for air, clawing at the 'doctor' and his terrifyingly strong hands. Hands used to hold down much larger patients, used to wrestle psychotic men and women back to their beds, hands that did all of that and administered paralytic drugs at the same time.
Levi was still asleep, completely unaware in the opposite side of the station where the cots were. The shackles were meant to hold people weighing more than 600 pounds of pure muscle, but the 'doctor' obviously had different plans. No matter the distance, no matter the outcome to himself, he would be there for his patients.
Including Larry.
And so it is here, that the grass doth grow
Against the glass painted red, a broken window
The alleys of death, of misery and woe
Reflected back upon you, a sickly new patient
Of Doctor Tobias Monroe
When Charlie and Randall got to the station, all they saw was a massacre, with Levi standing over Larry trying to keep the blood from pumping out, trying to keep a pulse on him. The deep gash in his throat, however, didn't seem like enough to kill him. After all, he did manage to crawl over to the desk and hit the alarm button. Levi had gotten up immediately when that happened, and here they were.
While en route to the emergency room, Randall couldn't stop staring at Larry.
Charlie patted his shoulder. "He's gonna be okay."
Randall didn't believe what he was seeing, moving under Larry's skin like that. Like faces, screaming before being burned away.
"Yeah..."
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