7. SHE DID IT (R.W.)

“This is outrageous. Did you see what she did?”

“How can we follow these rules?”

“It’s the year 2020 and she expects us to perform (speaks quietly) lobotomy?”

People in the Clinic cafeteria were chatting over the new rules implemented by Rita Webb, mother of Benjamin. Ian was sitting all alone in the corner trying to figure out a way to deal with all this madness. It was a busy Saturday with many new patients at the Clinic. Rita’s influence was rather impressive, but Ian wondered if all these patients and relatives were familiar with the twisted mind of hers.

Later that afternoon, Ian had a session with Jane who was recovering rather fast, after the physical assault by the two guards.

“Have you heard what happened to that poor girl earlier?” walking up and down the room. Ian looked at the camera anxiously.

“We’re not talking about that right now. How was your day?” asked Ian.

Jane looked at him in wonder. She approached him and sat on the floor in front of him.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Ian? After all that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you scared of her?”

“Jane…” said Ian calmly.

“I thought you were like me, Ian. I thought you were a man.”

“Jane…” he repeated in the same tone.

“I can’t believe that you’ve become a robot, ready to obey to this old bi…”

“JANE!” screamed Ian with anger.

Jane looked at him surprised. She stood up and returned to her bed.

“You may go now,” she said and covered herself under the blanket.

Ian left the room without saying anything. There was nothing to report that day but only this:

“Patient was unwilling to cooperate, probably because of the incident occurred the previous day. Session was over after 5 minutes.”

The only problem was that Ian didn’t know to whom he should give the report to. The Head of the Clinic was nowhere to be found. He heard people talking, guessing who the new Head Chef might be, and everyone was betting to a daughter or someone Rita knew.

Ian stayed at the Clinic until late at midnight exhausted from all the sessions, but luckily, he didn’t have to implement any of the new rules so far. He had a new office and decided to spend the night there, sleeping on the couch, as his first session the next day was at 6 o clock in the morning.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He could barely stand in his two feet. He opened the door and to his surprise he saw Jane rushing herself in the office.

“Close the door, quickly.”

Ian obeyed without thinking. He locked the door and stood still waiting for an explanation.

“Okay… I don’t have much time. Tell me what I need to do.”

“Jane… I’m really tired. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know what you did at Benjamin. I know it was you.”

Ian rolled his eyes.

“The eyes cannot lie, Ian. After committing such a crime, you are never the same. But I see it in your eyes, and I know the feeling. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Please, leave,” said Ian unlocking the door.

“Are you afraid that it’s too soon?”

He stood silently.

“I’ll do it. Just tell me how.”

“You’re acting…”

“Ian!” Jane touched his arm and turned his body towards her.

“I know what you’re thinking. If you kill her now, everyone will know, will suspect.”

 It was a fact that he was the last person to be seen entering Benjamin’s office the day he died. Although the case closed as suicide, the facts were facts.

“Tell me how and it will be done today. There are more people on our side in this Clinic than you know.”

Ian rolled his eyes. What did she mean by that? Other patients? Other doctors?

He sat on a chair and started making the first mistake of his exceptionally flawless career as a murderer.

Sunday evening…

Ian’s big plan was about to begin.

His session with Jane was starting at 7pm. At exactly 7.03 Ian’s scream was heard echoing in the Clinic. Guards, nurses, doctors, and Rita herself run to Jane’s room. They opened the door and found Ian on the floor, stabbed on this leg with a knife and Jane sitting in a fetal position holding her stomach. The guards restrained Jane with a sedative and the doctors helped Ian to the emergency room.

“Get her downstairs, NOW. I’ll be there in five minutes,” instructed Rita and followed the doctors to the emergency room.

While the nurse was taking care of Ian’s wound, Ian was looking at Rita.

“What happened, Dr. Hurts?”

“I’m fine, thank you, for asking,” complained Ian. Rita as if she didn’t hear him, repeated the question.

“She was like a wild animal. I don’t know. Yesterday she refused the session and I had to leave the minute we started. I thought today was going to be better. She seemed perfectly calm the first few minutes and then… How the hell did she come to the possession of a knife?”

“She must have taken it form the kitchen or the restaurant,” explained the nurse.

“Well, aren’t there your precious guards or cameras supposed to work?”

“Calm down, Ian,” advised Rita.

“No. I was stabbed on my leg. It could have been worse. It will be worse unless we do something. Your rules DON’T work,” screamed Ian to Rita’s face. She remained calm and professional, giving a little smile to Ian.

“I see… Nurse? Is Ian able to walk?”

“Hmm… yes… But I suggest he rests and…”

“Perfect. Then, please Ian, follow me. Let me show you how good my rules are working.”

Ian’s face darkened and he followed pleased Rita to the basement.

There was a big room that Ian had never seen before. The light was exceptionally bright and although there was medical equipment all around, if someone looked closer, they could see a room of torture designed for the modern world.

Jane was tied and gagged in a big chair. The two guards that were beating her to death the other day were waiting for Rita’s instructions.

“You may go.” Rita ordered the two guards and the two women obeyed without saying a word. When the door closed behind them Rita turned to Ian.

“What are you going to do?”

“What is this place?”

“This, Ian, is the place of Reformation, as I like to call it. In this place you will have your very first chance to implement one of my rules upon Jane and see the results on your own. Now you have the liberty to choose whichever one you want. If you need my help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I see…”

Rita sat on a chair, placed her hands on her knees and waited calmly with no expression on her face.

“Are there any cameras, here?” asked Ian.

“I’m the camera, Ian,” replied Rita.

Ian looked at the tray next to Jane. Jane looked at him and a tear run down her face. She started thrashing around like she was having a seizure and was screaming HELP but only a big roar could be heard. Ian gave her another sedative that was going to put her to sleep and then untied her.

“I’m really interested to see what are you going to do,” said Rita.

“Well, unfortunately, what I want to do cannot be done the way I want to. It has to be in the simplest way there is and seem like a self-defense attack.”

“I don’t follow,” said Rita curiously.

“Come closer and you’ll see what I mean.”

Rita walked towards Ian and stood behind him. He turned and stabbed her with a knife right in the heart. Rita grabbed his hands, but it was too late. She fell on the floor, her eyes wet and red her body shaking. She tried to say something, but it was an incomprehensible moan. A few minutes later Jane woke up and came across to rather confusing scene. Rita was lying dead on the floor and Ian, also on the floor, holding his leg screaming from the pain and the bleeding.

She heard people running down the stairs.

“What have you done? What do I do?”

“Pick up the knife and hold it.”

Jane did as he ordered.

“And then what?”

“Nothing. You are in a shock. Let me do the talking.”

Ian let everyone know about the Reformation Room and what Rita was doing in there with the patients. He explained the Jane was, once again, in a self-defense mode, and after all the psychological trauma inflicted on her it, as was anticipated a reaction as such. Here’s a brief statement of his at the Clinic that night.

“Rita wanted to kill her. She told me so. Is this the Reformation we want? We took the Hippocratic oath for God’s sakes. I don’t see Jane’s action as an attack, but as self-defense, exactly the same thing that happened with her ex-boyfriend. She will need a lot of therapy, which I promise to exclusively take over. Now I called the police. All we can do is be patient and see what the next day will bring.”

No one disagreed or questioned Ian.

The police believed everything that happened so no further investigation needed. Jane was going to stay in the Clinic, under Ian’s protection until his very own capture.

It was midnight again…

The last few hours felt crazy, but Ian felt more alive than ever. He was enjoying a hot cup of chocolate in his office looking outside the window.

Silence…

Everything was going to be okay. In fact, after all that happened, everything seemed to go back to normal and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to perform an act of justice for a very long time.

And then he saw her…

A good-looking figure was climbing up the stairs of the Faber Psychiatric Clinic in the middle of the night. The cup fell off of Ian’s hands and smashed into pieces on the red carpet. He stood up shocked.

“Lavinia?” he whispered…

… ….

Now at this point you may all wonder who am I? How do I know all these things about the murderer Ian Hurts and with such detail and what happened at the end. What I need you to do is be patient and please do not let Ian convince you that what he does is not an act of murder but an act of justice.

He is a murderer. He needs to go to jail or worse. America is a country that gives birth to murderers, raises murderers but also kills them.

It only takes one person, one person in the jury, one of you and Ian will be free again. Do we want that?

I know that some of you may have thought that I might be Mia or Jane or Lavinia!

Well… I’m not.

Proof?

I’m alive, aren’t I?

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