The Savior

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Chapter 18

“The brick hit him pretty hard. He had a fractured skull but luckily no brain damage. He could have died if the police hadn’t shown up when they did.”

“I heard they found a girl with him?” The nurse nodded.

“Yes. Poor thing. Looks like the Savior had chosen her to be the next victim. She had pretty bad blood loss, but she’ll make a full recovery. She’ll need plastic surgery to remove the scarring though.”

“That’s horrible. Thank you.” I said to the nurse before entering Cory’s hospital room. He was still dead asleep from surgery. They had just wheeled him in from the OR a few minutes ago. A white bandage was wrapped around his head and an IV was injected in his arm. I sat in the empty space on the bed next to him and took his hand.

I had managed to escape the police by minutes last night. When they found the bodies of Scorpio and his men, LAPD had concluded that he had been the mastermind behind the teen girl killings. That they were all just customers of his. Anything to make people sleep better at night I suppose.

“Hey.” I whispered, stroking his hand with my thumb. “I’m sorry about all of this. If I had known this was going to happen, I would have told you about the Savior the day at the beach. I almost did anyway. I never meant for you to get hurt, let alone almost get killed.” I took a deep breath. “I’m also sorry for what I’m about to do. Please forgive me though.” Standing up, I bent over. Placing a light kiss on his lips, I stood up straight again. Walking towards the door, I looked at him one last time.

Outside of the hospital and two blocks up, I saw the bus sitting in front of the bus stop. There was a picture of the New York City skyline on the side of it. Gripping the handle of my suitcase tightly, I walked over to the door. The bus driver, an older large man sat in the seat. He smiled when he saw me. “Why, hello there! Heading to the Big Apple?” He asked. I nodded, boarding the bus.

“Yes actually. How much?”

“$150 one way.”

“Great.” I pulled the cash from my pocket and handed it to him.

“What do you have going on for you out there, dear?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just not here.” He nodded, handing me my change and ticket. I pushed to the back of the push. Shoving my bag into the baggage holder, I saw in a chair and looked out the window.

The Savior will never die. I know that now. After killing 45 people, I’ve grown an urge to kill to protect those I feel need it. Until that urge is gone, I cannot stay here. I am a dangerous threat to everyone who knows me. Especially those I love the most. Maybe New York will be the new beginning for me that I need. Maybe the start of something fresh and new.

Maybe my happy ending.

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