Page 32 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
With a firm grip of the poker, he considered his options. He looked at the wall of windows.
Just jump out and run as fast as you can.
The thought of running away from two helpless females was repugnant. He was a man. A strong man. A man who had seen battle.
He looked once again at Boris.
Damn.
And back at the windows again.
What about the girl, the precious cargo that could be worth millions? Not to mention the weapons he could get his hands on.
He licked his lips and headed to the door, determined to deal with the two women. On his way out, he found a knife lying on a shelf.
How handy, he thought as he picked it up. Luck appeared to be on his side. Between the sharp knife and the heavy poker he should be able to defend himself quite well.
He walked out into the hall and, with silent steps, made his way to the next open door; the red room. Mesmerized by the strange room, he entered and looked around with genuine curiosity.Thoughts of a mad scientist came back to him. Clearly experiments of some sorts were conducted here. Viles of liquid, test tubes and beakers were everywhere.
Then he noticed the red leather dentist’s chair, with its singular leg that allowed the chair to swivel and pivot as desired. Tilted back, it was brightly lit from above with a large lamp like what he’d seen in an operating room. But what really intrigued him was the long needle attached to a mechanical arm above the chair.
A single droplet of thick blood clung to the tip of the needle. Igor approached the unusual scene. The needle, only three feet above the headrest of the chair, was in perfect alignment to the eye of whomever sat in the chair.
The thought sent a chill up his spine.
Coming closer still, he saw a slip of paper on the red seat and picked it up.
Get ready, Igor. You’re next!
He gasped. His hands trembled, so much so that he dropped the knife. Scrambling to pick it back up, he jumped with a start when the door to the room suddenly slammed shut.
“Who’s there?”Igor said.
The answer came by way of the muffled sound of a mechanical saw revving.
He looked around to try to find the source of the sound. In the wall adjacent to the room he’d just left, a door with densely frosted glass gave access to the other room. Through it he saw vague motions.
With a desperate need to make sense of everything, he let his curiosity get the better of him and approached the glass door.
Someone was in the other room; the room he’d just left. They flicked on a strong light making their silhouette clear and unmistakable as they held the mechanical saw up, ready to get to work.
The silhouette was small, delicate and petite. There was something about them that was so fragile and frail, and yet...the mechanical saw was everything but.
April? Sonya?Perhaps even Doctor Ang?
The saw came down, cutting through the body that lay on the table...Boris? Or were there other victims to this horror house?
The sound of the saw changed as it reached the bone but finally the job was done. The petite person set the saw down beside the body and raised the dismembered arm up, admiring their handiwork before...
“Oh, my God.” Igor gagged as he took a step back, horrified by what he’d just witnessed. He blinked to clear his vision; certain he’d imagined it. It couldn’t be. He looked again through the frosted glass.
It wasn’t his imagination. The person was eating the flesh of the arm they’d just severed.
He had to get out. He rushed to the door but found it locked from the outside.
The windows. He ran to open one of them.
Locked.
