My Probation Consists of Guarding an Abandoned Asylum | Part 19

 

Part 18 | Finale

I came out with a plan. You really can’t map out much ahead when you are dealing with the supernatural. But I had an outline of how to approach Dr. Weiss’ situation. It all started in an impulsive action I should’ve thought better.

“What did you do to your daughter?!” I yelled as I walked down the stairway to the underground laboratory. “I know what you did to her in life! How you tortured her with electric shock therapy until insanity.”

At the back of the cave, barely adapted for scientific experiments, the only light was the enormous Tesla coil. I only discerned its purple lightning tentacles dancing in the chilling darkness due to the lack of windows.

“I know when she was alive you made her brother afraid of her!” I continued as I watched my steps on the irregular terrain. “I don’t think you would have allowed her peace now in death.”

The incandescent bulbs filled with cobwebs that shouldn’t have worked anymore blinded me in a flash. A warm, yellowish light flooded the entire space.

It revealed Dr. Weiss. Unlike me, very calm and with everything under control.

“You don’t understand shit,” his relax posture didn’t translate to a civil language. “It was in the name of science.”

Behind him, being held by the static appendages of the coil, was my junky ghost. The one I had prisoned there and cared for him through months was now at the mercy of Dr. Weiss crazy ideations. He was weak.

The PhD spirit grinned mischievously at me. He stepped to the side to reveal the other half of the machine behind him.

Accompanying my failed attempt at rehabilitation, the living lightning bolt that had helped me multiple times in the past was trapped as well. Her debilitated form made her look less like a force of nature and more like the tortured teenager she was when electrocuted out of life by her own father.

“How can you do this to your own daughter?” I confronted the worst parent in history.

“I already told you that it is for science,” he replied as if repetition will make it sensical.

The lights on the improvised room flickered as the electrical lady yelled in agony. No sound came out of her. Power left her body through the black rubber-covered wires connected to the bulbs. The illumination stabilized itself as the static-energy-body of the friendly ghost stopped holding her.

She kept hanging from the coil’s limbs.

“Stop this,” my last dialogue attempt was through guilt. “You failed her in life, don’t do it in death.”

Dr. Weiss’ face shifted from the calmed calculating master mind behind the biggest medical conspiracy of the country, into pure unhinged anger. He extended his right arm towards the addict soul I had trapped there myself.

His vitality flowed as an ectoplasmic river out of his face into Weiss’ hand. Shit.

The evil doctor turned his fingers at me. An invisible, tangible push threw me across the lab.

I was stopped when my trajectory got in the way of a wet boulder.

Dr. Weiss laughter maniacally while I crawled my way out of that hell.

***

I retreated to my office in search of another approach. I picked up the broken and without line wall phone. I placed it on my right ear. My left index finger touched the round dial. I stopped. I didn’t know what number to dial. Hung it.

Ring!

The call came immediately.

“Luke?” I questioned my interlocutor.

“In spirit and ectoplasm,” his tortured, yet familiar voice was a relief.

“Need your help,” I resumed the situation to the barebones. “Dr. Weiss has a couple of ghosts captured.”

Before any answer came out of the speaker inches away from my audition organ, he “materialized” in front of me as he looked when he passed away (when Jack mutilated him to dead more than a year ago on my first night here).

“Sorry about that,” I told him without any of us needing more context of what I meant.

I took out of the drawer an AAA battery and showed it to my dead helper.

“What’s the plan?” he asked me.

***

The door from Dr. Weiss’ office squeaked when I opened it, even when I tried doing it slowly and cautiously. He was waiting for me on his chair behind the big desk keeping him an arm’s length from me.

“Got a proposition for you,” I threw the bait.

He leaned.

“See, there is a situation here,” I started the bargain. “If someone knows there is a big-ass Tesla coil perpetually drawing energy, the government is surely going to destroy it.”

“So…?” he wondered confused.

“If you free the ghost prisoners, I will not say anything about it,” I threatened him.

“But,” he leaned even more, “if I do that, I end up without experimenting subjects.”

Next part was the risky all-in offer.

“But, if you use ghosts as your experimental subjects, then you wouldn’t find out what you sought for in the first place.”

Beat.

“For that, you’ll need a living person,” I concluded.

“And that will be you?” Weiss smartly inferred.

I nodded. Kept my head low before the devil’s deal I was making.

“Sure. I’ll take it!” Exclaimed the mad doctor standing up in excitement.

I also got up. Extended my right hand for a gentleman’s shook to close my fate.

He indulged me.

Bit it!

“NOW!” I yelled with all the air on my lungs.

Luke phased through the wall and used his ectoplasmic fist to punch Dr. Weiss’ face.

The force deformed his ectoplasmic materialization as he fell to the ground.

Holding his hand with mine, I stopped him from getting away.

“What?” he asked surprised when unable to go through my hand.

I smirked when he realized I held between my fingers the electrically charged AAA battery.

Luke punched again.

I slammed his hand to the table, making sure the highly studied phantom wouldn’t leave.

Luke kicked him in the legs, forcing the specter to kneel.

Unable to escape or at least cover himself, Luke blasted the ectoplasmic shit out of him.

The same mischievous laughter that frightened me before, now made me shit myself in horror. Luke was equally confused.

“What’s so funny, asshole?”

“We ghosts are in fact vulnerable to electricity,” Dr. Weiss claimed in between his laughter episodes. “But we are also drainers of it.”

My eyes widen in realization.

“And a fucking triple A doesn´t have that much juice,” he grinned.

I received a blow on my face that shot blood out of my gum. My held prey phased through me and the floor down into his lab.

***

“Get something magnetic!” I commanded Luke through my mobile phone as I ran into the janitor’s closet. “You free the others.”

I stepped into the uneven territory that is the secret lab below the Bachman Asylum. Light blinked as strobes. The Tesla coil kept draining the electrical ghostly daughter of Dr. Weiss.  It was hard to see, but I had my objective clear.

“Let them go!” I yelled at the inhuman psychiatrist.

My adversary smiled mockingly.

I expelled a war cry out of my lungs as I punched the immaterial head of my adversary. My fist went through it.

Before turning back, I was kicked to the ground.

With the corner of my eye, I saw Luke carrying a fire extinguisher.

I jumped back at Dr. Weiss to tackle him.

Luke approached the electric ghost trap at a safe distance.

I felt the ectoplasm clog my nostrils as I traverse the non-physical body.

Carefully, my ally placed the instrument on the floor.

I got slapped on the back of my head.

Gently, the guy I got killed on my first night here, pushed the red cylinder towards the ghost prison.

My foe’s punches went through my guard and caused blood to sprout out of my mouth.

The metallic hardware rolled slowly.

An unexpected kick forced me to my knees.

The extinguisher attracted almost half of the Tesla coils rays.

I stared at Dr. Weiss’ eyes as I received a final blow.

The junky got released from his jail.

I laughed uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny?” I am questioned by the bastard who just beat the shit out of me.

“I’m not alone.”

Weiss turned back to glimpse at Luke and the junky ghost kick his ass. A battle of supernatural proportions unleashed in front of me. Immaterial beings phasing through physical objects and blasting the ectoplasm out of them flew all through the place.

I didn’t stay to watch it.

I ran towards the machine where my electric lady friend was still prisoner.

The static tingling rushed through my strained muscles as I searched for the turn off switch.

A tortured shriek broke my hunting. It was the trapped spirit that had helped me before. Her lightning energy was leaving out of her face into Dr. Weiss’ body, who is grabbing Luke and the junky by their throats.

“Step away!” The deep furious voice of our common foe demanded me. “Don’t you dare doing it.”

I lifted my hands and stepped away from the phantom containing device.

“Wait,” as I approached the mad scientist. “Let me fulfill my part of the deal.”

Dr. Weiss seemed happy with my decision. He freed the junky from his grasp.

The until-recent prisoner specter coughed as if he needed oxygen. He backed away from the powerful ghoul as I neared him.

Three feet away from the crazy-experiments-specter, I docked.

He lost his concentration for a couple of seconds.

With strength and speed unknown to me, I ripped apart one of the rubber-covered wires that rested all over the floor as eels, and, in the same motion, shoved the electrically charged tube down Dr. Weiss’ throat, causing a chain reaction that fried the inside of his trachea.

“Run!” I ordered anyone who could hear me.

The electrocuted monster threw Luke into the Tesla coil’s magnetic field, trapping him with those merciless tentacles. Weiss roared in anger as I and the junky spirit escaped through the uneven stairs.

Out of direct harm, I retrieved my breath as the addict ghost stared at me.

“Thanks for helping me,” the once-junky ghost told me with an eloquence previously unknown for him. “Sorry that the other guy got caught.”

He smiled at me.

“Glad I helped,” I replied between heavy exhalations.

The fire-extinguisher-sucker ghost disappeared into oblivion as a free soul.

***

As you can read, everything went to shit last night.

I have a final, long-shot idea for tomorrow. I’ll need every aid I can get.

Already sent a message to Russel and Alex saying that I need them urgently. Alex responded positively with no questions asked. Russel needed a little incentive. Told him about the treasure I found on the cliff; also asked him to bring a rope and a magnet to retrieve it.

Hope everything goes well tomorrow night. If I don’t post anything else, it means it didn’t.