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The witness (Wolvenrouge x LolitaOtaku88)

LolitaOtaku88

LolitaOtaku88

Light In The Darkness
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Mar 14, 2018
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United States Eastern time zone
Claire had always been a fan of horror movies. From vampire, demons, and ghosts to psychological thrillers. This was not in her repertoire though, gore. Blood covered her and somehow she had wished it was her own instead of the other foster kid who had tried to protect her. She wanted to scream, cry, do anything but be pinned under the weight of someone else’s dead body. Mute. She couldn’t even yell out for help when help arrived. Someone found her and saw she was trapped. He carried her out to the ambulance where they examined her but the second they turned around she bolted. The foster parents who did this were still out there, and she was sure they would come for anyone who survived.

The ocean was her hiding place. Her once pristine white PJs were not stained with blood but she used the ice cold water to bathe herself. The fall months meant the boardwalk was shut down, no one would be around to see her. Food. She was hungry, and her mind was racing like crazy. There was a soup kitchen in the area but how could she go in there with blood stained clothing? They would call the cops on sight. Instead Claire hid where she could along the water for about a week before she was found trying to hide in the bathrooms.

She was freezing and on the verge on pneumonia when she was brought to the hospital. Speaking was still not an option, her voice was broken. How had this become her life? People kept asking her things but she was only able to comprehend some of it, fever, she had a fever. The world went fuzzy and the next thing she could recall was a nurse talking to police officers at the foot of her bed, she had been identified as the run away from the massacre.
 
Ray Jeffries looked carefully over the file and he prepared himself for his new assignment. he had protected witnesses before but this was unique . The subject was female and approximately 16 or 17, no one knew for sure. She was reportedly mute and possibly deaf, unable to communicate and an intended victim and sole survivor of one of the most heinous massacre s that the city had ever seen. Found alive at the bottom of 8 young dead bodies she was unharmed physically but probably scarred for life. She had been so soaked in blood as to be unrecognizable and not being able to cry out had resulted in her being left for dead. She had been discovered alive by the coroner when he came to investigate the slaughter.

Not sure how to handle such a thing , he stopped by the nurses station at the hospital to find out something about the girl. The nurse just shook her head. "Sir, I wish you the best. This girl is a basket case." he went from the nurses desk down the hall where two uniforms stood on guard outside the door on guard. He flashed his badge and entered the room.
 
Her things were packed in a neat stack in the corner of the room, including what was once her school uniform. Now the deep burgundy, which suited her smooth sunkissed skin, was stained as was the once white top with the emblem of a ram. Saint Agness high school was something she had worked hard for. The only thing in her life which she wanted and got. Now it was a shell of a home where her friend died protecting her from the foster parents who tried to kill her.

That was where the carnage started but it was long from over. This was the the thing the officer walked in on her having as silent and shaky tears poured from her eyes. She was ripping off patches and tearing at her IV to free herself fearing that it was her foster parents back to finish what they started.
 
"Hey Hey stop that .... Just relax " he quickly moved away from her and sat in a chair. "I am here to keep you safe. My name is Ray. I am going to find a safe place for you where you can relax and feel safe. You won't have to worry, I will be with you 24 seven, no one will be able to hurt you. " I am going to talk to the nurses and arrange to take you someplace safe . Will that be ok?" He did his best to speak in a soft and quiet tone.
 
Clair climbed to the top of the hospital bed holding her knees tightly against herself. Where did he think was safe? This thought echoed in her head and she glared at Ray as if he were a rattlesnake in her home. The room seemed cold, and her lips were slightly blue, they insisted Clair was just afraid, but she was cold. Every time she went to turn up the heat she was shoved back into the bed under itchy blankets.

Clair pointed to the thermostat then rubbed her arms, she kept opening and closing her mouth but nothing came out. Earlier she tried to communicate but they offered her no paper or any other means to tell them her needs. Instead she was yelled at, she had only been awake a few hours, and was told she was going to need to be sedated. Tears were almost spilling over the edges of her almond shaped eyes. The beautiful pouty lips, which showed a hint of blue, were quivering. This girl was not a basket case. She was afraid and cold.
 
Ray watched the girl as she seemed as though she were trying to say something but couldn't get it out. He mimicked her arm motions and asked "Are you cold? " First he got up and taking off his leather jacket which was warm from his body, her he walked over and wrapped it around her shoulders and then went to the thermostat and raised it up to 80 degrees. Turning back to her, he asked cant you talk? Seeing her frustrated look he took out a small pencil and pad he carried with him for note taking and handed it to her.

He looked over at the pile of clothing on the chair. That will never work, he thought to himself. He could never take her out in those things. She would be identified immediately. He got out his phone and called Lacy, a female undercover officer he knew well and asked her a favor. " Hey Lacy! I have a new client and i need some assistance. She's a 16, maybe 17 year old girl and just a tiny thing maybe 90 lbs max. She under guard at the moment and all she has to wear is a school uniform. She's a special victim and a witness to a massacre. She needs some inconspicuous clothes and some help with make-up. She'd be identified immediately like she is. Thanks I owe ya! I'll have a uniform arrest you and bring you here. See you soon.!"
 
Warmth, kindness, and paper. Clair started writing things down which she had been fighting to say.

-My voice will not work. I have no idea why. My foster parents did this, he was a doctor here and she worked in psychiatric medication. They were running this cult like thing. One of my nurses was in it. I recognize him, he is the one who wouldn't let me have paper. I am 17, nearly 18. We need to get out of here before he puts something in my IV.-

Looking at him pleading with her brilliant big eyes, Clair tried to convey the urgency. People thought it was over but she knew their plans. They knew that she knew and their people would be coming for her.
 
"We are leaving today in just a short time. My friend will be here in a few minutes to help you look different. She is an expert in going undercover and will help you to look completely different. As soon as you are ready we will leave together and from then on you will not leave my sight. I mean that not for one minute. I know it is awkward, but we will make the best of it. You will learn to trust me in time. "

Just then a young woman entered the room. She looked like a goth girl , her face white and her makeup khaki, she was dressed in black gauze and her lipstick and nails were black. She carried a small wooden case and a paper sack . "Lacy? My God! is that you?" The woman's face broke into a smile and she hugged Ray. "You like my latest identity?" " I love it!" ray answered. "This is your subject, her name is Clair and she can't speak. We have to hurry. The bathroom is over there"
 
Clair did not want to look like someone else. What choice was she given though? Clair followed the female, called Lucy, into the bathroom taking the paper with her to write a list of demands. Her hair was to remain long. End of story. Contacts were fine but she did not want brown eyes. Black or red hair was the only variation she would accept. Bangs were a no...just no.

After her many lists of demand, Clair came out with black hair and blue eyes. The black dress she wore was tight in the bust area but it was perfect everywhere else, much like the kitten heels on her feet. All of her bruises, scars, and any other identifying mark was covered with make up. Clair was ready. A long section of her hair was dyed white in the front and her green eyes were now almost ice blue.

The process had taken three hours and the nurse she was speaking of came and went. They had ten a minute window before rounds. it was time to go. Clair was a pain in the rump but she knew she needed to get to safety.
 
He gathered up her small back pack and slipped the girl under his arm. "Don't talk to any one, just walk!" They walked out the room door and right past the officers who paid no attention, they didn't recognize the girl He walked her to the surgery elevator and walked her out through the emergency room and to his car. He put her in and locked her door before getting in himself and driving off. They drove straight to the highway and headed out of town. " I hope you don't have to pee " he said "we aren't stopping for three hours."

They left the city and headed out into the open prairie. Corn stocks were passing at 80 miles an hour.
 
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