Stream of consciousness Sunday: The Accumulator, part twenty six…

12 Mar

The first of two posts today, so SoCS might be somewhat shorter than usual, we’ll just have to see what prompt Linda G Hill has provided me with, to continue this story;

” “short.” Use it any way you’d like. “

Pretty straightforward, for a change…

The Accumulator, part twenty six.

Scene: An underground hospital car park at night. It is 36 hours ago.

As we see the lights of a vehicle approaching down the entrance ramp, the camera moves so that our view is partially obscured by a concrete pillar, making it clear that our POV is that of someone who doesn’t want to be seen.

A car comes into view, turns into a parking space close to a door marked Stairs and after a few seconds, the driver’s door opens and a middle aged man in the uniform of a hospital orderly gets out. He walks to the rear of the car, opens the boot and removes a sports bag, where he seems to be searching for something. As he leans over, looking into the bag, our POV moves from our hiding place and rapidly advances on the unwary man, who senses someone behind him at the last minute and begins to turn round.

He’s too late; we see a hand reach out, grip his shoulder at the base of his neck and the man collapses heavily against his car, jerking once or twice before laying still. 

The hand’s owner looks around, checking he is still unobserved and in the process, catches his reflection in a car windscreen. Now the director pulls one of his favourite tricks and zooms in on the reflection, so that we can see it is the man formerly called Howard Grainger, now simply known as Subject:Beta; but when the shot widens out again we are no longer seeing the world from Howard’s perspective, we are once again passive observers in his story.

Howard bends down and quickly removes the unconscious man’s clothes, then heaves him unceremoniously into the boot and closes the lid. He changes into the uniform, stuffing his own clothes into the sports bag, which he throws onto the back seat and locks the car with keys he found in the man’s jacket pocket, before checking his reflection once more and heading for the stairs.

Scene: A busy ICU nurses station.

We see a number of uniformed police being briefed by a senior officer, while doctors, nurses and porters talk in hushed tones, occasionally glancing over at the dramatic activity taking place in their hospital. The news of Subject:Beta’s dramatic escape is beginning to filter through to the hospital staff and rumors are already starting to spread, so everyone is far too busy gossiping to notice one more orderly, coming through the door from the stairwell and slipping into Patrick’s room.

We see Howard/Subject:Beta enter the room from overhead and close the door quietly behind him. He stands there, silently watching the sleeping figure for signs of movement, then he moves to the side of the bed and fingers the handcuff chain, smiling to himself.

“You have the answers, don’t you, Mr mystery man?”

When Patrick doesn’t stir, Howard leans over and places a hand on his cheek. Patrick’s body stiffens slightly beneath the smooth white sheets, but otherwise he appears to remain peacefully asleep. Howard closes his eyes and his face takes on a look of concentration; a frown creases his forehead and he tilts his head to one side as though listening to something only he can hear, then he smiles again and opens his eyes, lifting his hand from Patrick’s cheek.

“I have to go now, I think they’re tightening up security since I absconded,” he rattles the cuffs again, “and it looks like they’ve got you secured for a while. But I think it’ll only be a short time until you’re better now and you seem the resourceful type, I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.”

The man who The Department had created and christened Subject:Beta opens the door and looks out into the corridor then, with a last glace back at the bed, he slips out and the door closes behind him.

Now the shot tightens, slowly pulling us down towards Patrick, until his sleeping face fills the screen. 

Nothing happens for maybe fifteen seconds, then, imperceptibly at first, the deeply drawn lines on Patrick’s face seem to soften and the hollowness of his cheeks appears less pronounced, his hair is already a shade darker and he continues to look more like his former self, as the scene fades to black.


To be continued (using next week’s prompt {which can now be found HERE})…

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6 responses to “Stream of consciousness Sunday: The Accumulator, part twenty six…

  1. John W. Howell

    March 12, 2017 at 17:49

    Ahhhhhh Answers in the flashback. Thank you.

    • dalecooper57

      March 12, 2017 at 19:20

      Yes. I hope you appreciate it, I wrote this entire post in response to your comment last week. ;~}

      • John W. Howell

        March 12, 2017 at 20:51

        I know that. That’s why I said thank you.

      • dalecooper57

        March 12, 2017 at 21:27

        Thank YOU, I enjoyed plugging the holes. ;~}

      • John W. Howell

        March 12, 2017 at 22:08



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