“THREE SECURITY TEAMS! YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THREE TEAMS OF MY MEN HAVE GONE IN THERE AND NOW THEY ARE DEAD?” The police Captain was clearly agitated at the hospital staff.
“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you. I didn’t send in those men and they were quite obviously not prepared to deal with what is happening inside that room” Dr. Richfield told the Captain. Both men stood outside Philip’s room trying to figure out the best method to restrain him and keep him at bay. The hospital room was torn to shreds, a crimson carpet of blood covered the entire floor spilling out to the hallway under the door. Bodies were strewn about in every direction from the original nursing staff to the six bodies of police officers who had responded to the room. Philip had killed them all and eaten a good portion of each of them. The first team of two officers responded to the room without any type of planned response. They had tried to grab hold of Philip upon entry but he just leapt from the ground directly on top of the first cop and bit right into his ear. The second officer tried to pull Philip off of his partner but was unsuccessful and wound up with a scratched face and a bite to his thigh directly on his femoral artery causing him to bleed out with no help. The hospital staff on the outside of the room was too scared to enter with just cause to what was happening on the inside. The next four officers met the same fate as the first two. Unprepared for Philips ability and rage, they all were now laying face down in their own blood on the hospital room floor. After devouring his assailants Philip resumed his sitting posture and contently stared out the window at the doctors.
“This boy has killed six of my men and some of your staff doctor, this is beyond a reason to engage with force” barked the Captain.
“I’m afraid your right sir, I understand and we are willing to comply with whatever it is you are requesting of us” conceded Dr. Richfield. “It’s your show”.
The police Captain turned away from the doctor and called something in on his handheld radio. Within minutes a team of armed officers wearing riot gear showed up outside of the hospital room. Mr. and Mrs. Syrafax had been moved to a waiting area so they wouldn’t have to witness what was going to happen next. The Captain briefed his team and gave them the go ahead to enter the room. In formation the team opened the door and entered Philip’s room, the first man in took a shot from his 9mm pistol directly into Philip’s torso. The sound was so loud that the nurses standing at the desks had to cover their ears. Unflinching Philip jumped up from the ground and onto his bed crouched for attack, blood dripping from his mouth and the new wound in his chest. As Philip crouched there poised to leap a second officer shot Philip with a Remington shotgun maiming his right arm. Philip fell backwards from the impact and readjusted himself back to his feet. Not ever seeing someone withstand the brunt force of a bullet and shotgun rounds the officers opened fire on Philip out of pure desperation. Bullets riddled Philip’s small frame to no effect. He began to scream like a trapped animal. He jumped on top of the first officer and began clawing at his torso making no progress as the policeman was wearing a flak vest. The additional officers who had entered the room, five all together, made contact with Philip and grabbed hold of his arms and legs avoiding his head as not to be bitten. The first officer climbed back onto his feet and was able to strap Philip down to his bed with the help of the other four. They used the existing soft restraints attached to the hospital bed and were successful in securing him.
During all the commotion in the hospital room, with eyes affixed on the cluster of officers chasing after and shooting a small boy who had just hours before been a sick and weak patient, no one noticed the muscles of the dead nurse begin to twitch.
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