The Plan

Haruka's POV

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       A couple days have gone by since I went on my killing spree. I felt much better, like a weight has been lifted off me. Now I have nothing more to worry about. I sat down in the living room and turned on the television. "Just a two days ago at a local high-school, hundred's of students and even teachers were brutally murdered. We are at the scene now, where the police are investigating. Nobody knows who the culprit was, but we hope to catch them as soon as possible. This will definitely be an event to remember." A newscaster spoke, on the evening news. I gave a small laugh.  They won't ever catch me. I made sure to leave no traces behind!  I thought in satisfactory, until I heard the newscaster speak again. "They searched the school for any survivors and found a young boy with a critical wound. Unfortunately there were no other survivors.. The student is currently in the hospital and seems he will make a full recovery!"  I heard on the broadcast and instantly felt a sickening feeling. That survivor… he'll tell them everything! I have to get him!  I thought with worry and headed out the door.
       Luckily I live near the hospital and got there in about fifteen minuets. If I were to walk straight through the front door, they'll ask for my reason of being there. And if that survivor were killed soon after, then I would certainly be a suspect and possibly caught. I should just sneak my way in. I looked about, making sure nobody saw me and snuck around the back of the building. As I had guessed, there was a back door. I slowly pulled the handle and the large door creaked open. These idiots. They leave the back door unlocked. I thought to myself, but was glad that they did anyway. I made my way through the hospital, sneaking past many doctors and nurses. Door after door I looked and saw no one familiar. This continued on for about 20 minuets until I reached the third floor. Everything was quiet, but I could hear a faint sound from the last door down the hall. It sounded like an older gentleman and a young man. When reaching the room, I cautiously peered in to see who it could be. I formed a cold sweat when seeing the boy, the survivor. It was… him.
..This guy… Was all that processed in my mind. I snapped out of my gaze when I heard someone screaming. "There! There she is!!! In the doorway!!!" The guy in the hospital bed shouted while pointing a finger in my direction. With no time to think, I ran into a nearby room as quick as possibly.
      From under the door, I could see the shadows of someone's footsteps passing by. Guessing it was the aged man, I sat there silently. The shadow's disappeared in a matter of seconds and I let out a deep sigh. "Oh hello there!" A cracked voice spoke from behind. I gasped loudly turning around with fear. After turning, I realized I stumbled into another recovery room and the person who spoke was an old, almost non-human looking man. I froze in place just staring. "Well don't just stand there, come on and sit next to your grand-pappie!" He said with joy and motioned me to come closer. Not knowing how to react, I inched closer, with a look of confusion. "Ah that's better. Now I can see my beautiful granddaughter~" He exclaimed, delighted and put a wrinkly hand over mine. "I…. I think you're mistake-" But I was cut off with a chuckle and a pat on the shoulder. "Oh little Amy, you're exactly the same as I remembered! So tell me, what brings you to visit your old pappie?" He questioned. This old man is wasting my time! I have to hurry before they get away! "Well… I need to go…. now." I backed away towards the door. "Oh well I see that you have important things to take care of, but you can stop by anytime! I'll be here!"  I slid out of the room while the man still continued going on. Just as I left, I noticed the old male that the survivor was talking to heading downstairs.  Now is my chance! I shook with anxiousness. I approached the door I once was at, but when I tried to open it, it would not open. Damn! He locked it! I thought, enraged. I will just have to wait…  I walked away with my fists clenched.