Most people wouldn’t know how to react, while others would want more details about such a proposition before thinking about what she’d already decided. But as far as she knew, Patricia was still okay, as she’d seen her earlier today for an appointment. But the note the stranger had left still had her thinking, despite the fact that her mind was made up. She wanted more details, she didn’t know if her reaction was the right one, but she also knew that if she didn’t do something, Patricia might not survive. Despite not knowing the young woman that well apart from their sessions, Destiny had always been certain that helping others was the right thing to do.
“I’ll take her place,” she said to the empty room, her eyes playing over the shelves of books that came standard it seemed with every psychiatrist’s office. She had a few books shelves, though not all of them were reference books. One shelf contained little more than horror and science fiction, her favorite genres, and a good conversation starter when she needed it.
“You’re certain?” She didn’t jump at the stranger’s voice as he seemed to step directly from the shadows along the north wall of her office, still clad in the same garb she’d seen last night. Those white gloves still looked out of place somehow, but she didn’t focus on that.
“Yes,” she said plainly, “If it’s not too late.”
“No,” he said, just as plainly, “It’s not.”
She was about to speak again when the stranger stepped back into the shadows, and was gone. Destiny heard herself gasp, but deep inside she couldn’t help but think that she’d done the right thing.
Nearly three hours later she was done for the day and headed towards her car when a feeling of dread washed over her, hitting her with such force that she felt a wave of nausea cause her stomach to heave and flop in that instant. Certain she was about to be sick, Destiny didn’t notice the two figures until it was too late, though she did see two pairs of shoes as she was leaning over, and heard one of them speak.
“There’s a pretty one,” a leering voice said, “Should we take her?”
“Oh yeah baby,” crooned a feminine voice, “She’ll do just fine.”
As a hood, or a bag, or something was thrown over her head, Destiny felt the darkness close in immediately. The pain she’d expected wasn’t too far behind.
(to be continued)