chapter nine

They've spotted me. They saw me hiding under the bushes, and I can only imagine what they're thinking now. The officers are staring at me, their eyes full of suspicion, and a feeling of dread and fear rushes through me.

As I got noticed, the girl who had run away in the woods is now standing with the forest officers. She's unconscious and laying down on a stretcher, her face blurred out and unrecognisable. I can't help but notice that she is still breathing heavily and her body is still twitching with movement. The forest officers are examining her and checking her out.

I try to suppress my anger and frustration, and instead offer a friendly smile to the forest officers. I tell them that I know her and that I can personally take her back to her home. But the officers don't agree, they seem suspicious of me for some reason. They say she needs to go the hospital, and they're going to take her there regardless of what I say.

I try explaining to the forest officers that I know her and that she doesn't need to go to the hospital. I tell them that I can take her back to her home personally, but even though I sound sincere and genuine, they don't buy it. They're still convinced that she needs medical attention, and they're determined to take her to the hospital.

As the ambulance arrives on the scene, the forest officers have already made up their minds. There's no talking them out of it, they're determined to put the girl on the ambulance and take her away. The paramedics rush forward to load her onto the ambulance, and the forest officers give me one last suspicious glance.

As the officers lead the paramedics carrying the girl away, I'm filled with fury and frustration at losing my toy. I beg the officers to at least take me too to the hospital, since I'm feeling so overwhelmed with frustration and anger. I'm not sure if they believe me or not but they agree to bring me along as well, hoping I'd calm down and let the whole thing go.

I get in the ambulance with the other officers and paramedics who are taking the girl away. I'm not sure where they're taking us, but I'm hoping that the girl will be in separate room or area in the hospital, so that I can go and visit her.

She seems fragile and injured, her body covered in wounds. The faint scent of blood clings to her, making her seem like prey. A predatory urge comes over me to just tear her apart.

The sight of the vulnerable prey triggers the primal instincts. A primal urge takes hold, an overwhelming desire to tear the prey apart. I feel the muscles in my body tingling and twitching, straining to take action. The urge runs through my body, filling me with wild energy, the powerful bloodlust of the predator.

I manage to control the primal urge, but it's not easy. I struggle to contain the immense energy that's coursing through my body, the desire to hunt and lash out. It takes everything I've got to keep myself from giving into the urge. I must maintain control otherwise there could be serious consequences. I'm surrounded by people, their eyes upon me, waiting for any sign of weakness. I can't afford to lose control now.

My hands are clenched into fists, my jaw is clenched, my nostrils are flared, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I feel this overwhelming rush of anger and aggression, like my blood is boiling, ready to explode out of me. I have to control myself, I have to stay in control.

My muscles are twitching, my body is trembling, and my mouth is dry. I feel this immense pressure inside me, like I'm going to blow up, like I have to lash out. I clench my hands even harder and my jaw even tighter, trying to maintain control over my body and my emotions.

I'm trying so hard to control myself, to keep this primal urge from taking over. But it's not easy. I feel like I'm at the verge of losing control, with my heart racing and my stomach in knots from the overwhelming tension and emotion that's building up inside me.

I notice that people in the ambulance are starting to look at me weirdly, as if they're noticing my bizarre behavior. I'm not really aware of it myself, but I see their expressions and I can tell that something is off. I try to put a lid on my emotions, to control myself and act normal.

I try to relax my muscles, to loosen my jaw and unclench my fingers, to let out a deep breath and calm down. I try to smile casually and act like nothing is wrong, but I'm not sure if it's working or not.

I try to relax my body, to loosen my grip on my hands and unclench my jaw. I try to smile casually, as if my emotions are under control. But I'm still feeling this overwhelming urge, this intense desire to lash out and hunt. My heartbeat is rapidly thumping in my chest, my stomach is in knots, and my hands are trembling with the desire to just tear someone apart.

When one of the officers asks me, "What's your relationship with this girl?", I try to remain calm and keep my composure. I respond, "She's my friend. I was just trying to take her home when she fell unconscious."

The officer gives a suspicious glance, as if he doesn't really believe me. He asks, "Are you sure you're just friends? You were chasing after her in the woods, and she was sprinting away from you."

I began to panic inside, as the officer's words sink in. He saw me chased her down in the woods, and he's now directly confronting me. I try to act cool and calm, but inside I can feel the blood rushing to my face.

I respond, doing my best to sound innocent and naive. "Oh yeah, just friends," I say, putting on a small smile. I add, "She was probably just playing hard to get, you know how girls can be sometimes."

The officers laugh a little at my comment, and I feel relieved that they're not challenging me further. I keep my face calm and casual, doing my best to look innocent without seeming suspicious. I'd have to be more careful from this point on.

The officers look like they're accepting my explanation, and I feel like the pressure has lowered a little bit. I keep my casual and nonchalant attitude, trying to stay relaxed and avoid raising any more suspicion.

I do my best to act as lively as possible, trying to portray a casual and carefree attitude as we drive to the hospital. I try to engage in small talk, asking random questions and making light conversations. I need to appear normal and relaxed, so that the officers don't have any reason to become suspicious of me.

We reach the hospital, and the girl is taken in by the doctors. I get out of the ambulance along with the officers, and we follow the doctors as they take her to the emergency room.

I hear the officers' conversation about me, and I'm able to pick up on the fact that they are suspicious of me. They are discussing how strange it is for a normal person to chase down a girl in the woods, and they are speculating that there might be more to it than just pure friendship.

They are also discussing how strange it is that I was able to remain so calm and carefree while my friend was on the verge of death. They are speculating that a normal person would be concerned and worried, but I hadn't shown any of those emotions at all.

I do find it interesting how they've picked up on my behavior, and how they are suspicious about my involvement in the entire situation. I had thought I had hidden my emotions and intentions well, but I guess they're a lot more observant than I had realized. It's definitely making me think about how I need to be more careful, and make sure that I don't let anything slip in the future.

The situation is becoming increasingly difficult and dangerous, and I need to take care of it before it gets any worse. I don't have much time now, in this very moment, but a plan is already forming in my head. I have to act fast, quickly and discreetly. I have to take care of this once and for all.

I have a plan now, a plan on how I'm going to dispose of this issue and put an end to it once and for all. I'm fully aware that it's a risky endeavour, but I'm willing to accept the risks. I'm going to act now, before things get any worse.

I slowly move into the room where all the doctors' coats and masks are kept, and I disguise myself as a doctor. I put on the white coat and the face mask, and I try to appear as if I belong there. I keep my demeanor casual and relaxed, acting like I'm just another doctor on duty. I move around the room, moving toward the officers who are still conversing in front of the bed where the girl is now lying.

The officers are still talking in front of the bed where the girl is now lying, and they seem oblivious to my presence as I move closer to them.

I move closer to the girl's bed, and I pretend to check her out, but my main intention is to hear their conversation in closer. I'm keeping a close eye on all of them, and I'm focusing more on their words than on the girl herself.

My ears caught on the words, "Let's take him to the station once this girl wakes up." My heart begins to pound with excitement as I realize what they're planning for me.

As soon as I hear those words, I don't hesitate any longer. I need to act quickly and without delay. There's no time left for second thoughts or hesitation. I'm going to put my plan into motion, before they have the chance to take me to the station.

I decide I need to take those two officers somewhere away where no one is around, where there won't be any witnesses. It's the only way to ensure that my plan can be carried out successfully. I can't take any chances, I want to minimize the risk of being caught or interrupted.

As a pretending doctor, I ask the two officers to come out of the room to discuss the patient's condition in private. I maintain my professional and calm demeanour, as if this is a routine matter that I need their feedback on. The officers don't suspect anything, and they follow me out of the room.

I lead the officers through the corridor, making sure there's no one else around and that the coast is clear. I'm looking for a room that is isolated and empty, where we can have a private conversation without any interruption or witnesses. The officers are following me behind, but they're not aware of the danger that lies ahead. They think I'm just going to talk to them about the patient's condition in private.

I notice the hospital sluice room is empty and quite convenient, so I decide that's the perfect location for my plan. The officers haven't noticed anything yet, and they're still following me behind. I maintain my calm and professional attitude as we walk toward the sluice room.

As we enter the empty sluice room, I close the door behind us, locking it shut. This way, no one will be able to disturb our conversation or interrupt us. The officers are still clueless, but their fate has already been sealed.

The look on their faces is one of innocent ignorance, thinking that we're just having a normal and mundane discussion. But they're about to be in for a surprise, one that they won't ever forget.

As I removed my face mask, revealing my true identity, the officers' faces are filled with shock. They're not sure what to make of this unexpected development, and they're taken aback by the sight of my unmasked face. They're now aware that I'm not actually a doctor, but for how long they'll remain unaware of my true intentions, that remains to be seen.