The Pale King - XIII

Part 1


When James emerged from the morgue, he was glad that certain precautions were in place for emergencies just as they were in right now. The black ward, being as it was both the place for escape should something happen during the lockdown, and home to the most vulnerable patients. The precaution was holding thankfully for James and the staffers locked in with the black ward with the frightened patients. The main door was locked during every lockdown and wouldn’t be unlocked until the lockdown was over. It was still locked right now. Beyond the main door James peered out and could see the blue ward patients shambling around like dead men lost in the red darkness. Black ward, closed off as it was, still retained its normal light and power being on a separate grid from the rest of the building for such occasions. The fail safe was holding even thought James wasn’t sure what had caused the problem in the first place.
                The breakers were down in the morgue and he was the only one down there. Maybe a power surge? Or a faulty connection somewhere? That didn’t matter now as all questions were pushed aside as a group of bloodied men pushed through the crowd and stood at the window peering down at him. The man at the front had blood on his face and it dripped from his mouth. His black eyes shined, and it made James’ blood run cold.
                “Just like…” James turned around towards the silent man’s cell. “Unlock cell 6.” James rushed over to see the silent man laying still on his bed. His eyes half open in sleep.
                A muffled voice came from the door. James had to move closer to hear it.
                “Open up. We need to see him.”
                “Who?”
                “The King. Let us see him.”
                “How do you…”
                “Let us in, or we will find our own way. We won’t hurt you. We just want the Pale King.”
                “No.” James turned away and his body was shaking as the man outside started to yell and pound on the door. James clutched his crucifix and prayed that they’d leave. The pounding stopped and he rushed to the window to see the band of men leaving the door. James turned back to the men standing in the hall with him speechless.
                “Get them dressed, we have to go downstairs.”
                “Okay. You heard James, let’s go.” Lucas, one of the orderlies, replied and motioned for the two others to get moving. They unlocked and entered each room in turn to get their charges ready to move. James took a group down and left Lucas up to tend to the others above. After a few minutes James returned to bring another group down. It took him about ten minutes or more between trips until all that was left was bringing the silent man down which would take the most effort. James went into the silent man’s room and got him up and into his wheelchair. He heard a voice or an echo far off and turned.
                “Just like this.”
                “What?” James asked over his shoulder.
                “Are you ready to go?” Lucas said leaning into the room.
                “Yes. Let’s go.” James wheeled the silent man out of the room towards the stairwell.
                With great pains they got the wheelchair down the stairs into the darkness of the morgue hallway. The two men stood listening to the commotion above.
                “Where are the others?” Lucas asked looking up and down the hallway. The other orderlies and patients were nowhere to be found.
                “I put them in a side room to wait until we could come down.”
                “Right, we need to turn the power back on.” Lucas said moving towards the breaker box just out of reach of the light. James grabbed his arm and shook his head.
                “We can’t. Turning the power back on now might reverse the lockdown and unlock all the doors. We can’t risk that.”
               Lucas had a look of defeat that turned to fear as his eyes fell upon James.
                “What?” James said or at least he thought he did.
                “What’s that face for? You’re freaking me out. Shit!” Lucas backed away into the darkness and tripped. James reached out a hand to help him up and felt a wave of confusion and his own sense of fear rise in him. Was Lucas talking to me? James thought, or the man in the chair? James turned to see what had frightened his friend so but only saw the silent man staring into nothingness. When he turned back Lucas was gone but he could see something else. The shadows seemed to shimmer.
                “Just like this.”
               James froze in fear. The voice came from the man behind him. The silent man was no longer silent.
                “What did you say?” James looked down at the feeble old man.                                                             Without seeing his lips move, James heard a voice again that he could only assume was from the old man.
                “I’m here to help you end the suffering. Let’s get to work.”
                James felt a presence fall upon him in the dark and he breathed a sigh of relief as the fear drained from his skin. He turned away and smiled a grim dark smile. He did have work yet to do.

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