Thread: Committed to Parkview (Pogue and FrancesKobain)

Did you get her? Whered you find her? Doctor Kris Nelson asked anxiously, his second question predicting the answer to his first as he watched the ambulance driver hop down from the cab of the truck, Kris palms suddenly starting to sweat as the thought of the cargo, the patient, that theyd brought him. Same place, Waylon Christophersen shrugged, wondering at why this reed thin doctor cared so much about one crazy. The bitch didnt have too much imagination, kept going back to the same dumpster night after night, Waylon explained, his hand reaching out to bang on the side of his truck in response to the faint thumping coming from the other side. We just watched the place the last two nights until she came back. Same place, same time. It was easy, the young man said with just the faintest hint of pride, the innate pride of a hunter, in inevitable bragging after successfully bagging their prey showing through in his words. She did put up a pretty good fight, though. You didnt hurt her, did you? Dr. Nelson asked, shooting the arrogant young driver a warning look as his long thin hands reached up to slick back his lank dark hair. I need her unharmed or nearly, the Doctor insisted listening to the muffled sounds of struggle coming from within the enclosed back of the truck. Nothing permanent, Waylon assured him, a bit too quickly, knowing that if hed had his way, if hed had more time, more privacy, then he would have enjoyed the capture more, then hed have taken more of the fight out of her. Maybe later Waylon mused, remembering the rush of adrenalin, the surge of arousal that had washed through him as he struck her, his fist digging deep into her soft belly. Good. Good, Dr. Nelson mumbled almost to himself as they moved to the back of the truck, the simple Ford truck having been converted into an ambulance by simply enclosing the truck bed, a simple sheet metal shell that was now emblazoned with the words Parkview Hospital across the sides. I dont want her harmed he assured Waylon, letting the inevitable yet remain unspoken. Lets get her out of there, he suggested, stepping a few paces back from the end of the truck, his thin fingers toying with the edges of his white coat as he thought of all that could happen now, of what he could accomplish with her in his grasp. It was with a good deal of self-consciousness that Dr. Nelson straightened up to his full height. Nearly seven feet tall and rail thin, Kris Nelson was hyper aware of how he appeared to others, the taunts and name calling of his childhood peers never truly leaving him. Scarecrow, theyd called him, jeering and hitting whenever the teachers back was turned. It was with a good deal of pleasure that Dr. Nelson recalled that at least two of his childhood tormentors now resided within the walls of Parkview, that they lived ever hour of every day regretting having teased and tormented him when they were younger. Lets see her, he said eagerly, his green eyes flashing in anticipation as he watched the younger man move towards the back of the ambulance. Okay, Doc, Waylon shrugged his broad shoulders, his reddish blonde hair falling in curls around his face as he worked the latch free, swinging the door of the ambulance open. Waylon didnt understand why Dr. Nelson was so keen on this one, on this crazy bitch Under the dirt and grime, he could tell she was attractive, blonde hair now matted and dirty, her pale skin marred with dirt, but nothing too special. Although she did have a great ass, Waylon reminded himself as he stepped back from the open door of the ambulance. Come on out of there, Waylon called into the darkened enclosure, come out. Or Ill come in after you, he warned, hoping she resisted, hoping that maybe hed get a chance to grab her, to hit her, once more.